Peter is scruffy and bedraggled, his shirt torn and slacks dirty - but he's home, and he needs to talk to somebody.

So he stands outside Susan's painting and rings the chime.

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

And sipping tea, because she does that.

It's a Thing.

Jill was putting the finishing touches on a few gifts and setting them beneath the tree. She smiles a bit as she does so. Her voices humming "Jingle Bells" as she moves around. She steps back for a moment, sighing, her face glowing in the soft light around her and she nods to herself. She's in a blue dress, somewhat medieval style but nothing too

Jill sits, curled up by the fire in one of the living rooms with a good book that Bar had procured her. It was a book of poetry and she seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit. The roaring fire next to her bouncing off her face and giving her a look of innocence as her eyes flew across the pages. She idly sips tea from a cup next to her and sighs. She ( Read more... )

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 likes to walk in the courtyard. She does so every day, sometimes more than once. Today as she walks, she smiles when she sees she's not alone.

"Hello, Peter."

*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?