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kitchen_maid) wrote2012-02-15 07:41 pm
kitchen_maid) wrote2012-02-15 07:41 pm
Marian in Ambergeldar
Amy ran into Marian when she took Mal -- er, Captain Sir Malcolm Reynolds -- back to Milliways after his visit.
And, after hearing about the goings on there, had invited Marian back for a short visit to Ambergeldar. (She would have invited Marian for an extended visit, especially as Marian cannot get back to her own world, but Marian has security duties, and Amy respects that. Still, even security members need breaks.)
After what happened with Mal, Amy gives Marian a letter of introduction, just in case she winds up in Loddingtop or some such place. And she takes the very simple and practical precaution of holding carefully and tightly to Marian's hand as they step out of the bar and into Amy's wardrobe.
"It's not, I fear, the most exciting first view of the kingdom. Do mind the shoes."
It's not the most convenient thing, having a doorway in your wardrobe. Things will get in the way of coming and going.
Once they're safely into Amy's dressing room, she lets go of Marian's hand. "Welcome to Ambergeldar."
And, after hearing about the goings on there, had invited Marian back for a short visit to Ambergeldar. (She would have invited Marian for an extended visit, especially as Marian cannot get back to her own world, but Marian has security duties, and Amy respects that. Still, even security members need breaks.)
After what happened with Mal, Amy gives Marian a letter of introduction, just in case she winds up in Loddingtop or some such place. And she takes the very simple and practical precaution of holding carefully and tightly to Marian's hand as they step out of the bar and into Amy's wardrobe.
"It's not, I fear, the most exciting first view of the kingdom. Do mind the shoes."
It's not the most convenient thing, having a doorway in your wardrobe. Things will get in the way of coming and going.
Once they're safely into Amy's dressing room, she lets go of Marian's hand. "Welcome to Ambergeldar."
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His tone is conversational, and punctuated by the drag of his tongue against the tip of his muzzle, clearing off any remnants of the apple pastries.
"It seems to be the done thing, and very few notice when they go missing."
There's good eating on a minstrel, even if they are generally less self-roasting than knights.
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Any sane and rational person who could, would.
"Are there many here?"
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This is the point at which Norman resettles his head on his forepaws, giving the impression of a vastly huge creature getting ready to take a well-deserved nap.
It makes it easier for Susan to put the daisy crowns on his head, for one.
And for another, those apple pastries are very filling.
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"I have to go get daisies now," she says. "You can help. We need lots and lots and lots and I can't carry them all by myself."
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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.