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reclaimedtime"There you are, my blueberry pierogi!"
Mari yanks the mansion doors open with the same pomp and vigor she does on each of Dia's visits, two months going strong. And, same as on every visit, she wastes no time plunging straight into Dia's bosom, worming her way into her arms' grasp. "Thanks so much for coming tonight! How are you feeling? Hungry? Aw," a two-second droop at being denied before she perks back up: "Are you sure your family's feeding you enough? With this weather lately, I've been worried the wind will blow you away!" She pinches Dia's bony waist to illustrate, only succeeding in getting herself shoved clean off her. Oh, well! They have business to attend to as is. She skips backwards into the entranceway, chipperly pulling Dia along.
"I told you I need a bit of a favor, yes? Well, over here's my library--" a sharp tug at Dia's wrist leaves them standing in front of one particularly formidable wooden door-- "though I'll warn you, I've barely set foot in here since I moved in. It's just," she throws out her arms in a melodramatic gesture, narrowly avoiding thwacking Dia in the face, "soooo old, and soooo dusty! I was honestly betting on putting it off until next century, but then it hit me: who's just the perfect fit for sorting out a giant library full of dusty old books?" Whirling around, she boops Dia right on the nose: "You, of course, my sweet honey bunches of oats!"
She plants her hands on her hips in self-satisfaction, spirits not one bit dampened by Dia's striking lack of enthusiasm. "And before you ask what's in it for you -- as though my undying gratitude alone isn't enough! -- there's books here from as early as the fourteenth century. Magic books, too." And Mari leans in, voice dropping as if sharing some rare, coveted secret: "Help me, and you can have any one you'd like."
Mari yanks the mansion doors open with the same pomp and vigor she does on each of Dia's visits, two months going strong. And, same as on every visit, she wastes no time plunging straight into Dia's bosom, worming her way into her arms' grasp. "Thanks so much for coming tonight! How are you feeling? Hungry? Aw," a two-second droop at being denied before she perks back up: "Are you sure your family's feeding you enough? With this weather lately, I've been worried the wind will blow you away!" She pinches Dia's bony waist to illustrate, only succeeding in getting herself shoved clean off her. Oh, well! They have business to attend to as is. She skips backwards into the entranceway, chipperly pulling Dia along.
"I told you I need a bit of a favor, yes? Well, over here's my library--" a sharp tug at Dia's wrist leaves them standing in front of one particularly formidable wooden door-- "though I'll warn you, I've barely set foot in here since I moved in. It's just," she throws out her arms in a melodramatic gesture, narrowly avoiding thwacking Dia in the face, "soooo old, and soooo dusty! I was honestly betting on putting it off until next century, but then it hit me: who's just the perfect fit for sorting out a giant library full of dusty old books?" Whirling around, she boops Dia right on the nose: "You, of course, my sweet honey bunches of oats!"
She plants her hands on her hips in self-satisfaction, spirits not one bit dampened by Dia's striking lack of enthusiasm. "And before you ask what's in it for you -- as though my undying gratitude alone isn't enough! -- there's books here from as early as the fourteenth century. Magic books, too." And Mari leans in, voice dropping as if sharing some rare, coveted secret: "Help me, and you can have any one you'd like."