And here's an ingenue - one whose life is one of quiet drama, all around. Her mother in-law gave birth of late, and she's been busy assisting her as much as she could, but maybe this is one of those times where Sansa is with her mother, or her father-in-law took a moment for himself
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Arrietty can do very fine needle point when she puts her mind to it (there's just usually far more interesting things than making pictures on cloth). Still, there's always something interesting about watching others do it and she might settle down for a bit to watch the patterns take shape from a spot on a shelf. She's in view, but not too worried. So far, all the Beans she's met have been nice, if a bit strange.
She's also got a single lemon shortbread biscuit with her that she's been nibbling at while watching. This Bean is very good at needle work.
Angelique is humming as she works, and she's rather focused. It's rare that she'll sting her fingers, but here she does, and that makes her look up, and sigh.
She's bleeding a little so she seeks to find something with which to find her finger - so as to keep it from staining the banner.
That's when she spots the little person who is observing her, and just.... "Oh."
She's been here long enough that she's learned to accept strange things, but this... is new. Not threatening, though, just new.
Arrietty is learning that the Beans here seem to want to talk first and scream second (if they scream at all), so she doesn't run away. Instead, she brushes crumbs from her lap, stands, and curtsies. This Bean looks like a proper Lady after all and we want to be polite.
"Hello. I am Arrietty Clock. I hope I was not bothering you."
Angelique isn't going to scream, she's going to stare.
".... Lady Angelique Stark," she replies, and she nods, but feels compelled to cursty too - she is a commoner, raised to station by marriage, after all.
"... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Clock."
"Lady Stark. You're doing very fine needlework there," Arrietty says with a smile. "My mother would be very jealous to see it. I'm alright at it I suppose, but not nearly as good as you."
Arrietty doesn't sigh or roll her eyes, though she dearly wants to at the question.
Instead, she stays polite. "No. Fairies have wings and are also only in stories I think. I'm a Borrower. I live in the kitchen." Which, to her mind, is quite large and so she won't have to worry about people stumbling across her there.
"Well, because Beans are dangerous. Though, here nobody's tried to squish me or scream or anything silly like that... Usually I'm told not to speak to you Beans."
Arrietty rather likes being able to talk to Big People and not get into trouble for it.
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She's also got a single lemon shortbread biscuit with her that she's been nibbling at while watching. This Bean is very good at needle work.
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She's bleeding a little so she seeks to find something with which to find her finger - so as to keep it from staining the banner.
That's when she spots the little person who is observing her, and just.... "Oh."
She's been here long enough that she's learned to accept strange things, but this... is new. Not threatening, though, just new.
"... hello?"
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"Hello. I am Arrietty Clock. I hope I was not bothering you."
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".... Lady Angelique Stark," she replies, and she nods, but feels compelled to cursty too - she is a commoner, raised to station by marriage, after all.
"... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Clock."
Just. What.
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“I’m sure your work looks lovely,” she says gently. “But forgive me, are you a fairy?”
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Instead, she stays polite. "No. Fairies have wings and are also only in stories I think. I'm a Borrower. I live in the kitchen." Which, to her mind, is quite large and so she won't have to worry about people stumbling across her there.
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And then she blinks.
“… why don’t you just ask?”
Yes, years of living at the Mansion have seriously destroyed her weird-o-meter.
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Arrietty rather likes being able to talk to Big People and not get into trouble for it.
Yet.
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"... I'm not a bean, I'm a person."
Pause.
"... that's a strange way to call people. Why beans? Why not lentils?"
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It might be clear she is simply mispronouncing 'beings'.
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“… so there are non-human beans. Like haricot and such.”
Pause.
“You are very odd. Very nice, but very odd.”
Typist wonders how Grey Wind would react to her <.<
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"And I'm not odd. I'm me. I might as well think you odd for being you."
Snack? NOM NOM *scream hide*
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