OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[retroductions]

(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[bestbuds]

[For now, never mind that what she sees does not match the description of what Sholmes described to her, Iris simply… GASPS.

Is it really her-?!]

[spelljam]

[ ... takes a drag on his pipe. such a small and delicate-looking girl, all bright colours and tailored clothes. it is clear from first glance that she is very loved.

no, it was clear just from walking in and looking around. the space equally tailored to them both, too.

she has to say something now, though. think! ]

Da. That is me, Ms Vaux.

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[That she is loved is very clear, indeed. Sholmes speaks warmly and proudly, and there is so much care put into her wellbeing that it exudes as happiness. The simple bright-eyed excitement that all ten-year olds possess if they lead contented lives, never mind how mature Iris is for her young age.

She gasps again, more delighted than surprised this time.]

Oh, Hurley, it’s just like you said. She even has a Russian accent!

[Or something close enough to it. Iris hurries up to Sprezzatura, not even bothering to close to door, still holding both satchel and lock picking tools her a hand apiece. The question of why she isn’t blue and horned still lingers in her mind, of course, but she’s polite enough not to blurt it out yet, and too excited to care. Maybe Hurley was making a joke; it wouldn’t be all that strange.]

What a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms Vaux. [(already churning up nicknames in her mind)] My name is Iris Wilson. I’ve heard so much about you from Hurley.

[Would she like a tiny curtsy because she’s getting one]

[spelljam]

[ she really calls him Hurley! to this end, a little bit of blinking before she realizes she's being curtseyed to. she brings up the hem of her skirt and returns the motion. ]

And he speaks to me very fond things of you, Miss Iris.

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Oh, not nearly as fond as you, I'm sure. [Wait for it.] Sprezzie!

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[Aha, he should have warned her about the nicknaming. Though Iris can get away with anything, being Iris.]

[spelljam]

S... Sprezzie...

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[lol,]

Iris loves to assign nicknames to those she’s fond of. No doubt you’ve noticed “Hurley?”

[spelljam]

Da. That one... surprised me.

[ don't just say that in front of her!! ]

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But “Hurley” is perfect! That’s what I’ve always called him. “Daddy” makes him cry. [Sholmes just chuckles at that as she continues-] And I think “Sprezzie” suits you, too.

…Oh, unless you’d want me to call you something else?

[ARE YOU GOING TO DENY THIS CHILD HER FOND NICKNAMES]

[spelljam]

[ DADDY MAKES HIM CRY? no!! she's going to cry! ]

Well...

[ sholmes, help her!! ]

I suppose... it is... fffff...ine...

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It’s perfect, Iris!

[Is that helping?]

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[She grins, giggling a little.]

Hurley and Sprezzie… Oh! [She seems to remember the items she’s holding.] You’ll have to tell me even more about yourself over tea. Hurley’s told me you’re an academic.

[Of MAGIC.]

I’d like to hear all about your studies, Sprezzie.

[spelljam]

[ suddenly she can't stand the idea of talking about her studies to this young girl. that she doggedly pursued her life's work until the day it was taken from her, and has flagged in that pursuit ever since? ]

Oh. I am on leave from my studies for now. Another time.

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[bestbuds]

On leave...? Oh, because you're visiting us in London, you mean?

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[And this is where Sholmes deigns to step in a bit more helpfully than before.]

There are times in which even the most diligent of minds require somewhat of a sabbatical for the sake of renewal and reinvigoration. Indeed, to apply oneself too strenuously all the time leads to a decrease in efficacy more often than not.

But besides that... you've all the time in the world to ask your questions over tea. Hm?

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[Iris, though her questions and wonderments are aplenty, would certainly not leave them all tea-less. She nods, holding up her small little shopping satchel.]

Of course. I've purchased a few new blends, too. Sprezzie, what sort of tea do you like the best?

[spelljam]

[ her gratitude wells up; had she her tail, it would wend its way around Sholmes' ankle in silent thanks. instead, she drifts one hand towards him and brushes the knuckles against his hip, where his little vials rest. ]

I like black, with spice. You are making your own?

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[Sholmes gives her a fond, knowing smile, offered in the space between Iris moving to her side of the room, setting her things down, and remarking brightly-]

I have a whole collection of my own blends, some a bit more successful than others. But only the best for our guests; Hurley gets all the experimental ones.

[And he probably takes them proudly.]

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He does? I feel I am suddenly understanding him better, da?

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[Eheh, he slips an arm around her playfully as Iris sorts through her various tea blends on her side of the room.]

Meaning you admire my boldness? My willingness to experiment?

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Your lack of restraint.

[ touching his arm again as it loops around her. watching Iris work fills her with a sense of... not envy. not wonderment, either. somewhere in between. ]

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Oh, yes, I have hardly any of that!

[One should not declare that so easily and with pride; but no doubt this surprises no one, as he ushers her to sit on the settee next to him as Iris works to prepare the tea, humming the entire time.]

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[Indeed, as she works-]

Oh, but I've never made you sip something as... interesting as your own concoctions, Hurley. Sprezzie, he's not made you drink anything that changes your hair color yet, has he?

[This might be a sneaky little segue into her human appearance vs tiefling appearance...]

[spelljam]

[ DON'T SOUND SO PLEASED WITH THAT, SHOLMES? ]

Hair colour...? No, no.

[ turns to look at him. questioningly. ]

He has not offered me anything to drink at all.

[ UNDER THE BUS WITH HIM ]