Open post

[suziedetournay]

Suzanne is sitting on a stone bench in her favourite spot in her garden, a pen in her hand and notebook on her lap, a sweetly perplexed expression creasing her brow.

She sighs and sketches vague fleur de lys patterns in the corner of the page.

Comments

[ffolksyromance]

*Andrew's around, as Andrews like to be when their fiancees are in places* Will I interrupt if I stand here a moment?

[suziedetournay]

*shades her eyes to look up at him with a smile* Interrupt? *laughs* Mais non. You are never an interruption, mon cher.

[ffolksyromance]

*smiles then* In which case, what is it that my dearest lady is up to?

[suziedetournay]

*smiles* Thinking. C'est tout.

[susan_pevensie]

Susan's walking by (she seems to be doing a lot of that lately) and smiles at Suzanne as she passes, unconciously trying to make her smile in return and not look so worried.

[suziedetournay]

Suzie smiles in return, and automatically greets her. "Good morning, madamoiselle."

[susan_pevensie]

"Good morning, Madam" taking her cue from Suzie's french.

[suziedetournay]

Suzie blushes. "Not madame. Not yet." She smiles at her, though. "My name's Suzanne de Tournay. You are...?"