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[queenofmay]

Marian has been outside for a long while now. The cloak around her shoulders is thick and long, rippling in the strong gusts of sharp winter wind. It doesn't seem to be effecting her expression as she watches the lake, where the Hope is still frozen

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate's been quiet of late. Winter always does that to her. Too many memories, too much cold sinking through her desert skin.

She's just taking Beaut for an easy walk around the lake path, duster pulled tight around her and hat down snug on her head.

Beneath the wide brim she sees that cloak dancing, and she looks up.

"Evenin'."

[queenofmay]

Even if she hasn't been here in sometime, certain things never become quite completely normal. There's a flash of fond affection to the curve of her smile just for the hat, but here eyes soften for the horse, itself, even when her gaze barely lingers, politely focusing on the woman.

"To you, as well." Beat. "Your horse is quite beautiful."

Could be politeness, but it's, also, quite professionally true. Even if personally with only one glance she knows it is not one of the horses that was here when Caspian was Stablemaster.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate's features warm as well. The surest way to get her to soften is to compliment her horse.

"Much obliged. She's friendly, too, so I hope y'don't mind."

Almost on cue, Beaut stretches her neck out to nuzzle at the folds of Marian's cloak, hunting for any forgotten sweets.

[queenofmay]

Marian raised her hands, as she wrinkled her nose, laughing even as she pulled away from the ruffle of her cloak against her skin, even through layers of cloak and dress. Fingers finding the muzzle gently, as she smiled. "I haven't any apples today, but fair eve, to you, too."

Even the very cut of a lady, there's ease there. Love and respect as she regarded the horse. Deadly creatures, but not to be shirked back from. Not by the girl who rode hard through Sherwood all her life.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus has been too long inside and he ventures out the back door holding his umbrella over his head. There is something of Narnia in the outside of Milliways which had never noticed before, but he normally stays inside.

Winter is complicated and when he spots a woman with dark hair, he has a moment of wondering if perhaps Lucy has found her way back to Milliways.

He walks to where Marian stands, his hooves crunching the frozen grass and snow before he reaches her and nods, "It's a lovely snow."

[queenofmay]

"I never grow tired of it," Marian offer, with a faint smile, looking down and over. She recognized the voice and face, though it has been a long time. But she can't place the name, and for a moment she wonders if there ever had been one given. Or hers, either.

[friend_of_lucy]

Her face is also vaguely familiar, but he has forgotten many faces from Milliways. The pull of Narnia has been greater,

"I've been learning to love it again. Often I do and especially in a forest but at times, there can be too much."

[queenofmay]

"Too much snow?" Marian asked, considerately. The question in the words that didn't betray her own thoughts or opinion on it at all.

[landlesslord]

Guy had found his old leather coat in the wardrobe of his room. He hadn't questioned how it had arrived there, perhaps fallen there when the Sheriff had thrown his things overboard on the return from Acre. Somehow.

Still, its weight is familiar and it serves for enduring the bracing chill wind. If the cold will still affect him, in his state.

The figure he spots not long after leaving the warmth inside affects him, no matter what state he is in.

A moment's indecision and then the crunch of boots across frozen ground leaves him standing silently beside her.

"It was summer when I left Nottingham." Left the mortal coil.

[queenofmay]

His voice causes the space between her shoulders to tighten. As does catching sight of the familiar long black cloak, which caused her chest to seize as well. And her eyes to continue to raise, almost defiant. Until she reached the hair brushing his shoulders.

And everything stuttered, her lips pressing only faintly as her eyebrows drew toward each other, but her expression remained conflictingly blank. It was idiotic to go on staring at him uncertain, warily nervous, tensed from...events not with him?

This version of him?

Marian nodded, once, twice, then.

"Autumn has barely touched the trees where I am."

[landlesslord]

"It was winter that I liked best there."

The pure white skies. The crisp mornings.

Everything seemed easier in cold monotone.

Guy glanced at Marian's rosy cheeks. "Have you been out here long?"

The question of returning inside to warm up is left unaired. Their last conversation has left eggshells scattered between them.

[queenofmay]

Personal admissions. Marian's finger burrowed in the inside of the cloak drawing it closer around her, even though she wasn't all that cold. She needed to be touching it. Have it inside her hands.

"Perhaps." Which is easier, and less helpful, than yes or no. And followed up with honesty, all the same. Her gaze glanced briefly back toward the frozen lake, and the little ship sealed upon its ice. "I wasn't paying attention to it."

[luvitwnurescume]

Dixie's a hale and hearty girl - and even she thinks it's folly to be sitting out in the snow like this.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

[queenofmay]

{I have a new post tonight and was wondering if you'd like to tag that one, or specifically this one?}

[luvitwnurescume]

[I'll hit the new one :) . Couldn't resist this one, though!]