Jun 04, 2007 23:12
Lucy's two small dragons settled at her sides.
This isn't terribly important to her, except when they start hissing for bits of her sandwich.
The book she's reading as she hums quietly isn't all that important either, honestly, but sometimes it's nice to just slowly browse and sit in the bar and listen to the murmur of conversations that's all about.
deerskin,
lucy pevensie