"Those people generally see what they're looking for, regardless of what they're presented with."
Unless, of course, what they are presented with is a princess with freckles and grey-brown eyes. But then, while those people don't see what they're looking for, they also fail to see what they've actually been presented with.
They're now practically back to her study. This is a change Amy and Perry made just after Susan was born -- they saw no reason the Royal Nurseries should be so far from their rooms. It makes it ever so much easier to spend time with the children when they're just down the hallway.
Amy opens the door ahead of them, and steps into the room. It's dim -- the curtains are drawn -- and there are two large cribs in the middle of it. The nursemaid sitting by the door hops to her feet as the Queen comes into the room.
"Asleep?" Amy asks, just barely at a whisper, and the nursemaid nods.
Amy smiles, and beckons for Marian to follow her over to the space at the foot of the cribs.
Completely oblivious to the arrival of their Royal Mama, the Princes Caspian and Laurence are fast asleep, thumbs in mouthes. They're not quite a year old, with fair hair (though not their older sister's golden hair).
"Caspian," Amy says, very quietly, to Marian, pointing to the twin on the left, "and Laurence."
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Unless, of course, what they are presented with is a princess with freckles and grey-brown eyes. But then, while those people don't see what they're looking for, they also fail to see what they've actually been presented with.
They're now practically back to her study. This is a change Amy and Perry made just after Susan was born -- they saw no reason the Royal Nurseries should be so far from their rooms. It makes it ever so much easier to spend time with the children when they're just down the hallway.
Amy opens the door ahead of them, and steps into the room. It's dim -- the curtains are drawn -- and there are two large cribs in the middle of it. The nursemaid sitting by the door hops to her feet as the Queen comes into the room.
"Asleep?" Amy asks, just barely at a whisper, and the nursemaid nods.
Amy smiles, and beckons for Marian to follow her over to the space at the foot of the cribs.
Completely oblivious to the arrival of their Royal Mama, the Princes Caspian and Laurence are fast asleep, thumbs in mouthes. They're not quite a year old, with fair hair (though not their older sister's golden hair).
"Caspian," Amy says, very quietly, to Marian, pointing to the twin on the left, "and Laurence."