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Ingress waits for Amy and Alanna, and their animal entourage, in a playroom decorated with a lace tablecloth and a full tea service, complete with all the delicious biscuits and sandwiches ladies, and small creatures, might like.

Except for the dried flies for the frogs. They are in a container beside a little waterfall pond with running water.

The room is decorated for Christmas, complete with a large Christmas tree decorated with homemade ornaments from a few generations of House of Arch children.

Ingress herself is rather decorated, as well, in a red and green robe with holly in a crown on her blue head. Hope, her potato kitten, is sitting on her lap, and Hubert splashes in the pond. Agatha is sitting on the table nibbling a cracker. And out a window, watching lovingly, is Megwyn, the white horse-shaped Companion from Valdemar.

Ingress watches as Tom enters, both ladies on his arm, as he brings them through the magical painting.

"Hi! You came, you came!"

Date: 2005-12-05 04:28 am (UTC)
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Amy has one brief image of what Caspian would say if she asked him to put on one her elaborate brocaded gowns and starts to laugh. She is not very good at holding back giggles. It has occasionally gotten her into trouble.

"I think it's a rare brother indeed who would wear dress for his sister's sake."

Date: 2005-12-05 04:32 am (UTC)
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*Alanna flushes, mostly because he has worn a dress at her suggestion, although not at the time these two ladies think.*

Not... precisely. Well, he wore my riding skirts until we had parted ways and revealed our plans to Coram and Maude, but he did not have to wear skirts in the convent. Noble born boys are trained in magic there until they are sent to the Mithran priests.

*Her lips twitch.*

Gavroche would be appalled by this conversation, so I will certainly not mention that he would look stunning in purple satin.

Date: 2005-12-05 04:46 am (UTC)
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Amy laughs more brightly than ever.

"I have a brother, yes, but I certainly cannot think that Caspian's ever worn a dress. I have six sisters who wear rather a lot of dresses, though, so perhaps that makes up for it."

Date: 2005-12-05 04:51 am (UTC)
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*Alanna remains quiet for a moment, watching them. She doesn't know what to say to Ingress' belief about Thom's love. Not now. She just smiles and sips her tea until Amy's words pull her back into the conversation.*

Caspian is your brother? I had no idea.

*Six sisters with a penchant for dresses. The very idea gives Alanna hives.*

Heralds wear all white, don't they, Ingress?

Date: 2005-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)
kitchen_maid: (Ordinary)
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Simon Perryvall adores attention, though Mr. Pemberthy gets jealous. Amy gives him a bit of her cake.

"Caspian and I adopted each other," she explains, "so he's my brother, but he might not have been when you met him."

She smiles. "Six sisters is a little excessive, I think, yes, but thank heaven, we all had our own rooms, or I think we'd have run mad. My sisters could be very silly indeed."

Date: 2005-12-05 05:04 am (UTC)
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I'm quite fond of him. He's ever so good with the horses. I went to Narnia on a quest, so we have loads to talk about.

*A bit ruffled by Alanna's lack of attention, Thea slowly makes her way toward Ingress. She spares Agatha and Simon a speculative look before brushing up against the small human's side.*

Thea, cease your begging! *Alanna smiles.* I can't imagine having sisters. It was just Thom and I.

Date: 2005-12-05 02:07 pm (UTC)
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Mr. Pemberthy accepts the cake happily, chatters a bit, and hops over to sit near or on Ingress. Where there is cake, there is also often someone who knows how to scritch.

Amy is quiet for a moment, watching him, and then give Ingress a small smile. "Well, I certainly know he tries to take as good care of the horses as Susan did. But he and I both miss her, too."

Amy takes a moment to stir her tea, which didn't need stirring, and then turns to Alanna. "A quest in Narnia? I don't believe I've heard anything about this. What were you questing for?"

Date: 2005-12-05 09:43 pm (UTC)
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*Thea gazes adoringly at Ingress, and Alanna smiles a bit wistfully.*

I miss them all, but I know they are happy where they are.

*Shaking herself, she nods to Amy.*

Aye. It was a few months back. Several people fell ill with horrid symptoms, and I signed up to scrounge for cure ingredients. My group was sent to Narnia. I met talking horses and owls. It was wonderful.

*In truth, Alanna had a hard time leaving.*

Date: 2005-12-06 04:35 am (UTC)
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Amy smiles. "I'd love to see Narnia sometime. I've heard a great deal about it, of course, but that's not quite the same thing, is it? And I've not met Susan, though I've talked to Lucy a handful of times."

She does not mention either of their brothers.

"Where is Valdemar, Ingress? I don't believe I've heard of it."

Date: 2005-12-06 04:48 am (UTC)
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*Alanna's eyes follow Thea as the cat leaps on the ground to helpfully rid the floor of fallen biscuits. She smiles fondly at Ingress and pushes her plate closer to her young friend.*

More for you. Goddess, I would love to see Narnia again. I've yet to tell Edmund, but Peter and Caspian both let me regale them with stories. I do not know either Susan or Lucy. *She licks her lips. Certainly she knows of them, and suddenly feels more than a little uncomfortable.*

Oh, Amy. You should meet Kerowyn. She's wonderful. Valdemar... *She looks to Ingress.*

Date: 2005-12-06 05:07 am (UTC)
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"I shall look for her, if she's here," Amy says to Alanna.

"Goodness, but Valdemar sounds like an exciting place," says Amy. "And I'm sure you'll do a splendid job protecting it, Ingress."

She settles Simon Perryvall into her lap, and scritches him a bit.

"Are there cities that are underground?"

Date: 2005-12-06 05:14 am (UTC)
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In truth, it sounds a bit like a mixture of my home and Narnia. *She smiles, looking around the room.* There is only one that I know of.

Date: 2005-12-06 05:27 am (UTC)
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Amy looks around. "I didn't realize," she says. "How remarkable! There's a whole other London below the London on the ground?"

She is looking at the window, trying to figure out just how it is that they are underground.

Date: 2005-12-06 06:01 am (UTC)
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*Alanna nods, smiling at Amy. She had been to London Below once before -when they rescued Door- but she will not mention that to Ingress.*

Aye, remarkable isn't it? *Shaking her head a bit, she nibbles on a piece of cake.* Little did you know you were going on an adventure.

Date: 2005-12-07 04:23 am (UTC)
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"Well," says Amy, with that air of accepting something encountered through Milliways that shouldn't be thought about too much, "I'm glad the forgotten bits and people have a place to go."

She looks from the squirrels to the paint.

"Perhaps it would be better if we drew the animals," she says, cheerfully.

And ever so much less messy.

Date: 2005-12-07 04:45 am (UTC)
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Forgotten people? Goddess.

*Startled, Alanna blinks at them before eyeing the paint. A slow smile creeps across her face as she nods in agreement with Amy's first statement. The second -about drawing- lessens the mischievous glint in her eye. Somewhat.*

Thea might let us trace her feet... and then we could paint that, perhaps? *She grins.*

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