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[youngestqueen]

It had taken Lucy days to find everything she needed to make Susan and Jon a gift for their wedding. She'd borrowed needle and thread, found material she'd thought would work in the clothing chest along with ribbons she'd removed from some items. The flowers had been easiest, those she'd picked earlier that week and dried inside of her room.

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[missjeanlouise]

Seems like everyone 'round this place is sewin' cool stuff, an' sometimes it sorta makes me wish I had someone teachin' me how to do the same thing so's I can sew stuff too. Maybe I'll do that soon. Anyhow, today I'm runnnin' into the kitchen to get myself somethin' to drink 'fore goin' off to play s'more, when there's a girl round 'bout my age sewin' stars onto cloth. "Hey," I say, sittin' down 'cross from her. "Whatcha sewin'?"

[youngestqueen]

"Trying to make a gift for my sister. She's getting married." Lucy explained, frowning more at the stars. "Do you want to help?"

[missjeanlouise]

"Oh, neato," I say, leanin' my elbows on the table an' peerin' at the crafts. "I haven't ever really sewed too much 'fore," I say, chewin' my bottom lip. "I don't wanna mess up your pretty gift."

[youngestqueen]

"There's extra," Lucy offered, waving her hand at the bits of material on the table. "I'm not very good at it. Susan was always better at these things." The irony of her then being the one who was sewing a gift was not lost on her at all.

[vendettaevey]

Evey had had an odd craving for oranges, and unfortunately there weren't any in her hut. She thought she had got some earlier that week, but apparently not. She went up to the compound and into the kitchen, where she found a small girl concentrating very hard on something.

"Hello," she greeted the child politely and quietly.

[youngestqueen]

The needle chose that moment to dig into her finger. "OW!" Her thumb went into her mouth for a second as she looked up at the women who'd come in. "Thello," She said, sucking on her thumb still.

[vendettaevey]

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized immediately. "I just wanted some oranges."

[youngestqueen]

Taking her thumb out of her mouth she shook her head and smiled, "It's alright, I've poked myself heaps of times already."

[silver_crucifix]

"What are you working on?" The girl seemed to be dilligently working away at a project of some kind. It reminded Stacy of things she'd done during rainy childhood days. Scraps of fabric from all sorts of occassions had been strewn across the floor, and her mother wouldn't let her use the needle because she might hurt herself.

They were still fond memories.

[youngestqueen]

"Trying to make a gift for my sister. She's getting married on Saturday." The first star was done and stuffed, but she still had three to go. Shaking her head she looked up at the woman who'd come in and smiled, "I'm Lucy."

[silver_crucifix]

"I'm Stacy." It was easy to smile at Lucy. She even looked a little familiar, like a friend Stacy had when she was younger. But that was all a long time ago.

Leaning down a little, she took a better look. "Are you and your sister close?"

[youngestqueen]

"We are here. We weren't at home as much but she's different here." Lucy put the star she was working on for a moment, "Do you have a sister?"

[deaths_relation]

Susan was usually never very far from the kitchen, she kept promising herself that one day she would venture further than dorm-kitchen-rec room-grounds just outside the compound-dorm room and it was looking like today might be that day. She had thought to just pop into the kitchen to grab some supplies for her walk. Reaching towards the fruit bowl she noticed Lucy sitting at a table working on some sewing.

"Oh, its bouncing girl. Are you having some trouble?"

[youngestqueen]

Lucy smiled at the woman with the white and black hair she remembered from the other day, the schoolteachery one. "Some. I'm making my sister a gift and I've never been good at sewing."

[deaths_relation]

"I can help you if you like," She would leave the compound tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. "what are you trying to do?"

[youngestqueen]

"Would you?" Lucy's smile grew. "I'm trying to sew stars for my sister. She's getting married."

[queenysandre]

Ysandre had gone to the kitchen for the purpose of preparing herself some tea, which she could do now that Bill had shown her how. The abundance of modern contraptions on the island combined with the fact that Ysandre had had servants to do most things for her essentially her entire life meant she was still learning. The point, however, was that she was learning.

When she spotted the young girl sitting at the table, however, she forgot about the tea and went to sit beside her instead. Needlework was a skill she was familiar with, it being somewhat all noblewomen were taught to do. "What are you making, my dear?" she asked kindly, smiling at the girl.

[youngestqueen]

Needlework was something they had tried to teach her, both whilst a Queen in Narnia, and by her mother in England. She'd never been very good at it, Susan had been much better. "Ornaments. My sister gets married on Saturday and I thought she might like them."

[queenysandre]

"How very thoughtful of you," Ysandre said genuinely, "I am sure she will love them."

"Would you care for some assistance?" she asked, not wanting the girl to think Ysandre thought her incapable, but noticing that she was struggling a bit.

[youngestqueen]

"I hope so. It's like something our mother used to make, and it's hard here, to find something."

At the offer Lucy perked up, her eyes brightening. "Would you? I keep pricking myself." She held out her hand, the tips of her finger red and sore in evidence.