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[experiencedlove]

[ The mirror unfurls on a location it hasn't for some time: the rear balcony of a lakeside house in the southern part of the Gardens. A blonde woman who may be familiar to a few of the more long-term residents is standing there, hands resting on the railing, seemingly unaware of the presence of the Vine as yet. The expression on her face is difficult to discern: she might be happy, or she might be close to tears. Perhaps both.

After a moment, she turns a little, catches sight of the mirror in her peripheral vision. She startles, briefly, but then she seems to calm, schooling her expression, and the look in her eyes as she reaches out to graze her fingertips for a moment along the mirror's edge is somewhere between wry and almost affectionate. The Vine is an obnoxious, nosy thing, but it's familiar, at least.

When she speaks, she's plainly addressing the mirror, but her glance is directed slightly off to one side. ]

It's been so long. For a while, I was almost convinced—

[ She stops, and shakes her head. There's the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. ]

I'm not sure this qualifies as 'less eventful.'

[ Finally, she turns her gaze directly to the mirror. ]

I'm sorry. I... may not have met some of you. Call me Caprica.

[ Has it been over a year, as it feels to her, or only a few months? A few weeks? She can't tell. ]

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[experiencedlove]

[ Caprica remembers Grell, too — the recognition is obvious on her face.

The question, though, gives her pause. Eventually she manages a small, uncertain smile. ]

I don't know.

[ It's the most truthful answer she can give. She enjoys the company of the women in the Gardens, and the place in itself isn't intolerable — but she has some lingering resentment over some of the things that have happened to her here. Not to mention that now the Queen has ripped her away from her home just when things had begun to go right for once.

Suffice it to say her feelings are mixed. ]

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

[Grell nods, considering that and revising what she could say in light of it. She wants to greet her, but she doesn't want to make this transplantation seem any more cheerful than it is.]

Then may I simply say it's good to see you again.

[Caprica had always intrigued her, yet been one of her vague regrets in the sense that Grell had not tried to reach out and get to know her as well as she could have. Now, that could perhaps be repaired.]

[experiencedlove]

Thank you.

[ The response is more automatic than anything, honestly; Caprica isn't really in an entirely enthusiastic mood, but she supposes that the other woman understands that. ]

Is it too much to hope things have been quiet here lately?

[ They never have been in the past, but she isn't sure how long she's been gone. Maybe things have changed. Maybe the Queen is less careless, less seemingly capricious. ]

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Recently, there's been nothing more mischievous than some wayward sprigs of mistletoe. It's settled down for the moment, though I'm never going to set down my guard completely.

[experiencedlove]

[ That gets a more curious glance. ]

What happened with the mistletoe?

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Oh, the usual restricting movement until the two ensnared kiss in some form. Nothing more than that.