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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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[called_lioness]

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

[last-king.livejournal.com]

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

[called_lioness]

"And how do you do that?"

She sounds almost amused.

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"Well, conversation, reading, sword practice..." he shrugs again, seeming a bit defensive now. "I suppose there are more activities I could pursue, but I get by well enough."

[called_lioness]

"Narnian men," she grumbles and seems to feel that that says it all.

[last-king.livejournal.com]

There's not much Tirian can think to say in response to that, and not much he really feels inclined to say--as much as he respects and admires Lucy, he's not in any mood to subject himself to further scrutiny.

And perhaps Lucy would press further, if he seemed less resistant to it, and perhaps if she did, their ride would become less pleasant.

But it's a pretty fall day, and perhaps neither of them wants the afternoon to become less pleasant, and so they simply ride for a while, companionable, if silent.