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[synanthrope]

[The camera shows a little girl with black hair and brown eyes - she looks eight or nine.]

Nanny....nanny! Onda fya ondjala!

[There's a pause here]

Tate?

[Another pause, as she considers. She looks like she's thought of something, though!]

Haai? Ek is verlore...ek het honger, ek soek na nanny...

[She pauses again, and speaks once more. Her accent is clipped and clearly a mix of South African and Namibian, pointed and almost Dutch and English mixed with a little bit of German thrown in: much stronger than Saya's adult accent]

Hello? I'm looking for my vade-my father, and I'm very hungry. I think my nanny lost me. Please, someone, understand English, my German is not very good. My name is Satya Daphne. My father works at the American Embassy. I'm not sure how I got here.

[And yet another pause, but she has to do this, she's looking slightly more unsure now]

Entschuldigung, Ich heisse Satya Daphne....

[But before she can finish, the video stops]

[ooc: She's speaking Oshiwambo, Afrikaans, and German, in that order. I don't speak any of these languages, so I apologize for any butchery! replies from prewoven]

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I don't see anything wrong with believing in them, myself. But of course, we have them where I'm from, so I suppose it's a matter of worlds, really.

He told me she was very beautiful, yes. And shy...or, well, reserved would be a better word for it, I suppose. She was sunning herself on a rock when he met her, and he brought her a bouquet of flowers. And then in exchange for the gift, she sang a song that summoned a seahorse, which took my father for an audience with the lord of the sea.

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[prewoven.livejournal.com]

You're not making this up, are you?

[Her eyes are really wide, and she's hoping it's not just a made up story]

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, not at all. It was part of his quest to rescue my mother.

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[prewoven.livejournal.com]

[The movie is long forgotten; her attention is rapt on Rosella]

Was your mother a prisoner? Did your father save her?

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[She does unearth the movie after a while, but seeing the look on Satya's face, she opts to simply sit down near her and continue storytelling instead.]

She was locked in a tower, yes, by a hideous witch. My father saw her face in a magic mirror and fell in love with her at once, and so he went on a quest to rescue her so that she could be his queen.

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[prewoven.livejournal.com]

Are you a princess?

[GASP]

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[She can't resist a bit of theatrics, and claps her hand over her mouth in feigned surprise.]

My, did I give myself away? Oh, but I'm sure you can keep a secret, can't you?

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[prewoven.livejournal.com]

I promise I won't tell anyone!

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Good, I'm sure I can count on you.