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[called_lioness]

She's bored.

She's groomed Corella, and she's practiced her archery, and she's had hot chocolate, and now she's sitting in a tree and dangling her legs and considering dropping things--tiny things, mind you, like twigs, non-inclined-to-injure things--on people should they pass by.

So. Bored.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary has been glowering at the ship on the lake.


(. . . what? It's a perfectly valid occupation!)


But, having bored of that, eventually, she wanders over to the tree, and tilts her head, solemnly.

"May I come up?"

[called_lioness]

"Of course!" Lucy says, beaming.

Mary! Mary's adorable. In a sulky way. It's rather like you want to get her hyped up on sugar and see what would happen.

Biting someone, Lucy thinks, is not out of the realm of belief.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Proudly: "I know how to climb well. Duo taught me."

As she is, in fact, rather aptly demonstrating; she's been practicing her skills. She's even gotten fairly good at working around skirts.

She settles on a branch about three feet above the ground and enjoys her triumph, for a moment, before starting higher.

[called_lioness]

Lucy grins down at her and waits for Mary to make it up.

She'll have to offer the girl chocolate when she makes it.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

It takes a little while - though not so long as it might once have taken - before Mary's made her way to Lucy's branch and taken a seat next to her, skirt dangling around skinny knees.

Seriously: "Hello."

[called_lioness]

"Hello, my dear," she grins. "How are you?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"All right, I suppose," Mary says, and kicks her feet, in a vaguely disgruntled fashion.

"Wellard is on the ship. And Sansa left. But," she adds, after a beat, "I got books."

[called_lioness]

"--Why'd they do that? And books are lovely," Lucy says firmly, before reaching into her pocket and offering Mary part of a chocolate bar.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"I don't know." Sulkily. "I suppose they did not like it enough here or something - at least Sansa did not. Wellard is only being stupid because Jack told him to."


The chocolate is accepted, and nibbled, solemnly.

"The books are nice. I ought to write a note to thank Mr. Tam."

[called_lioness]

"Well, boys are stupid in general," Lucy says knowledgably.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"Most of them," Mary says, thoughtfully, after a pause.

"Dickon is not. Dickon knows things. And Duo is only sometimes."

[called_lioness]

"How old is Dickon?" Lucy asks, thoughtfully.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"He is older than me."

(Because the most important thing about him is, clearly, how he relates to Mary.)

"Twelve, I think."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't drop things on a king of Narnia, would she?

Because there happens to be one. Passing by.

[called_lioness]

Oh, she totally would.






Ha! Acorn. Brilliant.

Wait for it. Waaaait for it--bombs away!

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"Ow!"

Tirian rubs the top of his head, looking up. His resentful look fades somewhat when he sees his assailant.

"Lucy?"

[called_lioness]

She grins down at him and hangs from the branch by her arms.

"Hullo, Tirian."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian still looks a bit sulky for a moment--she dropped an acorn on his head--but Lucy's grin is infectious, and he's half-smiling as he asks,

"And to what, praytell, do I owe the honor of being pelted with acorns by such a fair lady?"

[called_lioness]

"Don't be cross," she begs, still grining, and continues to hang, giggling a bit.

"You were simply blessed, I'm certain."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Half-grudging, but also teasing, now, with the smile still growing,

"Cross? Aslan forbid. Surely, such attention should be counted a blessing, o fair one."

This last is punctuated with an elaborate, courtly bow that's no less elaborate or courtly for the fact that it's being given to a girl hanging by her arms from a tree.

[called_lioness]

"So I've been told," she says lightly and drops in front of him, giving a curtsey when she's her balance again.

"And I shall choose to believe."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian chuckles.

"Well, you seem to be in a cheerful mood, so may I trust I find you well, kinswoman?"

[called_lioness]

"Oh yes," she says cheerfully and puts her arms around his neck in a brief hug before stepping back.

"And you?"

[last-king.livejournal.com]

After a mostly-playful show of deliberation: "Oh, tolerably well, I suppose. Nothing to complain of, at the moment."

[called_lioness]

"Only tolerably well?" she asks, shocked. "Not even good?"