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kitchen_maid) wrote2005-09-15 12:42 pm
kitchen_maid) wrote2005-09-15 12:42 pm
Thursday, Early Afternoon, Forest of Faraway, Near Amber
It is one of those beautiful days September bestows when she is in an especially good mood. There is bright sun, and a breeze, and just the barest hint of approaching autumn in the air. The very edges of the trees have begun to flame crimson and russet and gold, but for the most part, things are very very green. In short, it is a perfect day for a picnic.
They had managed to get Peter through the kitchen without too much trouble (although he had gotten a scolding from the second senior cook about being neater with the flour in the future) and Peter Aurelious and the squirrels joined them at the palace gates. And now here they are, in the clearing near edge of the Forest of Faraway, where the Ordinary Princess always comes on her every-second-Thursday-afternoons-off.
She spins all the way around, arms out, smile dazzling, in a sweeping, dizzying, giddy gesture that takes in the trees and the sky and the stream and world in general. "This," she says to Peter, "is home."
They had managed to get Peter through the kitchen without too much trouble (although he had gotten a scolding from the second senior cook about being neater with the flour in the future) and Peter Aurelious and the squirrels joined them at the palace gates. And now here they are, in the clearing near edge of the Forest of Faraway, where the Ordinary Princess always comes on her every-second-Thursday-afternoons-off.
She spins all the way around, arms out, smile dazzling, in a sweeping, dizzying, giddy gesture that takes in the trees and the sky and the stream and world in general. "This," she says to Peter, "is home."
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"Back we go," she agrees, and she sounds a little disappointed, too.
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Stupid muns, spoiling their fun.Peter's fingers curl around hers and he smiles fondly down at her. "You're going to have to lead the way, I think," he says. "I'm liable to get us lost in here forever."
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"All right," she says, and they gather up the picnic things and, hand in hand, make their way back to the palace.
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