Djibril looked back.
Alright, she was vaguely familiar, and she probably was one of the people he happed to be related with...but then, he had so many "cousins" and "kinfolk"...
"...My. What a pretty..."
A handwave indicated the little girl in the blue dress with the yellow sash -well, that was what she seemed like to him, whatever anybody else and his camcoder said - in his arms. He'd decided to carry her around himself this time, as his position didn't warrant more then one bodyguard following him about according to protocol, and he wanted the man to concentrate on guarding him, not carrying the cat - cat-thing - thing about.
"...She's still a kitten, ma'am. Thank you."
She chuckled, then, and gestured for one of her servants to come forth.
"This is my Poozie. Isn't he sweet?"
A very elderly and rickity-looking poodle looked out of the middle-aged female servants arms.
"Very cute, to be sure."
Well, it didn't look too unhappy for the moment, though he wondered if the pooch could see anything at all. Djibril petted it gingerly. It snorted, faintly.
"Isn't he just? And so is yours."
A elderly veined hand petted the little girl's head.
(*...nice touchiesee...*)
Well, good, then.
"...Good baby-cat. Her eyes seemed to have cleared up nicely, too..."
-Whoops. A matron with rather good info-sources, here.
"I am Delingham Solcher, Lordy dear. Your, ahh...Great-Aunt? I think. You probably don't remember me at all, do you?"
...Ew. Not "Lordy", please.
She must have seen his appalled expression, then, for she laughed, faintly.
"I'm glad to see you're doing something with your life, at least. I was rather afraid you'd just ...Ahh, never mind."
Djibril almost imitated a snorting Poozie, then. Why did everybody seem to be so surprised that he hadn't killed himself, anyway? Did he seem like the type?
"Oh, here, Lordy. Helena, do you remember..."
Djibril groaned. He was being surrounded with people with cats, dogs and ferrets in tow. Who would no doubt "Lordy" him till the sun came up.
And a Mini-pig. Let us not forget the Mini-pig.
...Though it was better then not having anybody to talk with to at all, he supposed. People you were trying to "convince" didn't really count, somehow.
Muruta Azrael watched his "cousin" get drawn into a crowd of people with lots and lots of animals in tow, and snorted. Though playing nice with the matrons and their ilk usually was a good move, of course.
Ole' "Lordy" might even manage to get married properly, if they actually noticed he existed. Heh.
Well, now, then...let's see where the Orbian Princess was up to now...
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