Peter & Willow's suite, Cair Paravel, Wednesday evening
Birthdays were nice. Birthdays were wonderful, especially when you had all sorts of friends and family who loved you and wanted to partake in both wooing and hooing in honor of the fact that you had been born.
Granted Willow still wasn't used to the concept that because she'd married into shinyhatdom that there were lots of people - well, Narnia so talking animals - who wanted to celebrate her being born, which meant being the center of attention for a whole bunch of eyes which was enough to make Willow's stomach do flippy things on the best of occasions.
The best of occasions being defined as "just thinking about being the center of all that attention, without it actually happening." Willow had an active imagination. It enjoyed teaming up with her neuroses.
What was not good was when flippy stomachness meant not being able to have cakeness because lots of eyes or no, cake was always welcome. Especially when it was Willow's favorite and especially when the place it was being welcomed to was Willow's tummy.
Except for how right now her tummy was disagreeing with the idea of cake. Strongly.
Willow had snuck back into her suite with Peter in the hopes that sitting quietly would help her feel better enough for there to be cake in the very near future.
Willow took a seat by one of the windows and cracked it open for some fresh air. Maybe that would help her stomach to relax.
[ooc: for ze hubby]
Granted Willow still wasn't used to the concept that because she'd married into shinyhatdom that there were lots of people - well, Narnia so talking animals - who wanted to celebrate her being born, which meant being the center of attention for a whole bunch of eyes which was enough to make Willow's stomach do flippy things on the best of occasions.
The best of occasions being defined as "just thinking about being the center of all that attention, without it actually happening." Willow had an active imagination. It enjoyed teaming up with her neuroses.
What was not good was when flippy stomachness meant not being able to have cakeness because lots of eyes or no, cake was always welcome. Especially when it was Willow's favorite and especially when the place it was being welcomed to was Willow's tummy.
Except for how right now her tummy was disagreeing with the idea of cake. Strongly.
Willow had snuck back into her suite with Peter in the hopes that sitting quietly would help her feel better enough for there to be cake in the very near future.
Willow took a seat by one of the windows and cracked it open for some fresh air. Maybe that would help her stomach to relax.
[ooc: for ze hubby]