For Cecil

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{From here}

Sinric's room is large, vaulted and warm. The furnishings are plush and rich. One niche holds a large bed, another contains several deep couches and harpsichord. The walls are lined with bookshelves and decorated with maps and paintings.

Another niche contains several large wardrobes. In the centre of that area is Cecil's wardrobe, a lovely tall screen to change behind and a tall mirror.

"Welcome to my home." Sinric smiles warmly.

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"Amazon? You know of Themiscyra?" Sinric smiles hopefully.

At the strut, Sinric smiles and claps. "They look wonderful. You must wear them. My gift to you. But we still need to find a better cut of coat."

Sinric considers his own wardrobe again, shifting a string halter top out of the way.

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"Oh, thank you!" Cecil chirps cheerfully. "I'm afraid I don't know a... Them... criers? The... sky-birds. Themarara."

He gives up abruptly, because that attempt wasn't going anywhere but down, even he can hear that. Oh well.

"No, it's a... sort of market place, sells everything, though shipments have been understandably delayed lately. Oooh, how about this one?" He asks, pausing in his attempt to make some sort of order in his wardrobe to pull out a wide-collared, metallic, beetle-green coat.

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"Themiscyra." Sinric pronounces the place name more slowly. "It was where the Amazons of legend came from."

He nods at Cecil's explanation. "Oh, I see. That's useful, even if deliveries are slow."

The jacket is perfect and Sinric beams. "It's wonderful! Yes, I think that's it."

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"Themskatoon." Cecil hazards, and winces at the miss. Honestly, that's a horrible tongue-twister! "Well, if nothing else, at least I'll be remembered as being well-dressed." He beams as he twirls in his completed outfit, in color combinations not found in nature.

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Sinric laughs and waves it away. "It doesn't matter."

Again, Sinric claps. "You look stunning, my friend. Carlos will not be able to take his eyes from you."

[holdingacat]

Cecil blushes at the idea of having all of that gorgeous intelligence focused on him. That would be... well. That would be neat.

"Thanks to your help - I would have been lost in a fashion abyss." Cecil demurs, hunting down the proper hanger in his wardrobe so his outfit can go back in together and be findable again.

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"It's my very great pleasure."

"Here." He finds one last thing to add to Cecil's outfit - a star made from chips of milky blue and glittering green stone, held in a swirl of sliver. He pin the brooch to the breast of shirt. "To bring back, so you can tell me how it goes."

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"Oh, wow." Cecil peers down at the brooch, sounding a bit stunned. "Sinric, that's... thank you, it's gorgeous. I'll take good care of it."

Guess who doesn't wear jewelry very often?

Well, fancy jewelry, anyway.

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"My pleasure. I hope you have the most wonderful time." Sinric holds his arms out, offering Cecil a hug if he'll permit.

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Cecil certainly will permit - he's a hugger. He'll hug pretty much anyone (provided their name isn't Steve Carlsburg). This hug is an excited, nervous, friendly hug, all 'first day at school' and 'swooning about your crush' nerves.

"I am going to have a glorious time, and I'll tell you all about it next time I'm here." He promises gleefully.

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Sinric gives good hugs, warm and soft and greatly cuddly. "Find happiness, my friend."

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"I'll certainly do my best." Cecil assures him. Then, giving the mirror and the potential antique plenty of space, he heads off to plan the Coffee Date Of The Century.

And possibly sneak in a broadcast here. He really does worry about the lack of community radio.

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{ooc: what a pair of adorable dorks! Thanks so much for the thread.}

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(OOC: Thank you! They really are too cute. :D)