Marian didn't need the very last inch of that lemonade, or the half eaten meat pie. No, really, she didn't. Because she's laughing as she gets up, commenting that this does make sense, as her skirt is vastly larger.
But it's really not in the comment, it's in the glance back, even as Susan pulls her toward the flowers. They are beautiful, all of them. Norman, the incredibly large dragon, flopped down like an overlarge puppy, with wings, quiet now, as though ready for a nap.
Amy with her graceful countenance, listening to something Merry is saying, so focused up on his mother, and the two of them framed by the garden and sun. Too far away to hear their words now, but joy and love needed no words to be read.
Susan's voice, so close and so sure of itself. Her tiny hand, so certain and trusting, and completely devoted to her mission. Yes, Marian thinks, swinging their hands and turning to this newest small adventure. This was, perhaps, everything she didn't know she needed today.
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But it's really not in the comment, it's in the glance back, even as Susan pulls her toward the flowers. They are beautiful, all of them. Norman, the incredibly large dragon, flopped down like an overlarge puppy, with wings, quiet now, as though ready for a nap.
Amy with her graceful countenance, listening to something Merry is saying, so focused up on his mother, and the two of them framed by the garden and sun. Too far away to hear their words now, but joy and love needed no words to be read.
Susan's voice, so close and so sure of itself. Her tiny hand, so certain and trusting, and completely devoted to her mission. Yes, Marian thinks, swinging their hands and turning to this newest small adventure. This was, perhaps, everything she didn't know she needed today.