called_lioness | (no subject)

(no subject)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Poor Tirian," she says, softly, because he doesn't hide it well at all. "As stuck as the rest of us.

"--Come on," Lucy declares after a moment and reaches out for his hand, firmly.

Tirian blinks, but takes her hand without hesitation.

"Where are we going?"

"To cheer you up, however I must," she grins. "And you are to let yourself be cheered up, or tickling shall resort, and how undignified will that be?"

Or, the stables.

"I might point out that you don't know if I'm at all ticklish," Tirian protests in the kind of tone only ever used by ticklish people trying to pretend they aren't.

"You've Caspian's blood in you," she says, "I've no doubt you are. Shall I try and find out?"

She'd so win a bet that he is, she's certain.

Tirian eyes her sidelong. "If you've no doubt, then there's no need for you to try and find out, is there?"

"No, but it likely would make me laugh," she grins.

Tirian sighs heavily. "Well, then I suppose I have no choice but to let myself be cheered up by other means, so tickling needn't be resorted to.

"Pity. Come on!"

She very firmly leads him towards the stables. "Is there a horse you ride often?"

Tirian shakes his head. "No--I've helped out in the stables a few times, but never done much riding here."

"What do you do?"

He shrugs. "Help with chores, if there's need, or simply visit with the horses." He pauses, then adds, a bit sheepishly, "I wouldn't wish to ride another's horse without their permission, but the thought of seeking permission never seems to occur to me when the owners are present."

...

He's totally getting a look that says Lucy thinks he needs hit upside the head. Or a hug. Or for Lilly to introduce him to more fun.

"Can you ride bareback?"

Tirian needing to have more fun? That's just crazy talk.

He nods. "Aye, I can."

"Then take Corella."

"All right." Tirian moves obediently toward Corella's stall, glancing back over his shoulder. "Which will you ride, then?"

"Kiseki. I don't think Caspian will be cross." If she's wrong, oh, well.

If she's willing to risk it, Tirian is. He leads Corella out of the stall, one hand stroking her mane.

There's a faint whicker in Tirian's direction, as Lucy heads toward Kiseki.

"Where would you like to ride?"

Tirian mounts easily enough for being out of practice, and considers.

"The woods, mayhap? I've explored some of the pathways there, but only on foot."

"Aye. That will do nicely. And mayhap we'll have a smile on your face," Lucy answers as she mounts Kiseki and strokes his mane for a moment before grinning over at Tirian, "or else I'll have to turn to Lilly for ideas."

Tirian adopts a look of horror that is not entirely feigned.

"I hope to have a pleasant ride, then. Shall we?"

"Let's." They start out and she adds, "Don't you find yourself, well, bored?"

"Occasionally," Tirian says, trying for a noncommital tone. "I try to keep myself from getting too dull.

"And how do you do that?"

She sounds almost amused.