Bianca has never been one to stay still. Despite her calm, despite her patience, there has to be something to occupy her mind - even if it was only thinking how to avoid getting caught with murder. That isn't a problem now, and the blonde woman was fast becoming cagey, trapped in her and Arithon's rooms. Finally, she decided enough was enough. ( Read more... )

Susan is feeling much better. She sits in the living room, bundled in a robe and covered in blankets.

She's reading a book of love poems and is in a cheerful mood.

No one's told her about Jadis yet. Her family was waiting till she felt better.

Somedays aren't really worth getting out of bed for.

This is not, really, one of them, but Lucy can't help thinking, as she attempts for the fifth time to stitch the hole in her skirt neatly, frowning as she sits in the living room, it's rapidly approaching that

She used to be able to do this well.

(The problem being she hated it and is more ( Read more... )

Lucy's in the living room, neatly arranging gifts.

And sipping tea, because she does that.

It's a Thing.

Susan and Lucy are in the courtyard, a target in front of them. Susan has her bow, and Lucy her dagger. They are waiting for Ingress to join them ( Read more... )

Susan is busy sewing in the sitting room of the Narnia wing of the House of Arch. She has her first comission - a series of winter gowns for the Marylebone. The Marylebone was not a church district, as Susan thought when the Lady Door first mentioned her, but instead the title of one of the few traditionally female-lead fiefdoms in London Below. ( Read more... )

*Susan hasn't quite gotten used to not having doors upon which to knock, so she especially appreciates the magical chimes on her sibling's room paintings.

She sounds Lucy's, eager to see her little sister. She's had a feeling something wasn't right all day.*

Lu, may I come in?