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scoresby is the name. (leescoresby) wrote in silverage,

"Nothing?" Lee's smile spread a little as he shook his head. "You just never see them." Because as far as he knew, many of his relatives, old and new, had always been born with dæmons. He didn't understand why some wouldn't have dæmons, though, and some would -- but he'd always known that those who didn't have dæmons probably lived very lonely lives.

"Now this might disappoint you, Ms. Susan, but I can't really tell ya what a dæmon is." He cleared his throat as he scouted the area for a place for them to sit down in. "A dæmon's a kind of animal that never leaves you, basically. Like Hester here," he looked down to the hare who looked practically lethargic in his arms but it was her way of being at home, "never left my side all my life. And she's mine and mine alone." And before he continued, he made sure he looked at Susan in the eye so that she would understand what he has to say next: "No one else can touch her but me, and we can't stray too far away from each other either."

Gesturing to a spot behind Susan, he opened his arms and bent a little to toss Hester to the snow. The hare kicked herself off him and hopped twice for balance as she turned and looked up to Lee. "Now right there's a good place to sit. How do you fancy some Belgium waffles, Ms. Susan?" he asked as he started towards it.