╳ ┊❛ daughter of eve.
Twas on the tip of lucy’s tongue to point out how her cordial could heal anything within a lone moment; it was a much more secure than relying on human to persevere because, what, they know it would upset her if not? it sounded quite uncertain to lucy but nevertheless hand released cordial & she nodded her acquiesce. thinking upon it, she was not entirely certain if her cordial would be helpful in this situation. it could heal anywound but did illness count as a wound? she did not wish to uncover the answer on a stranger’s family && so pressed no further.
‘ —- they cause frostbite? ’ amazement and awe battle against a curious horror within her. ‘ oh i bet the witch was fascinated by them. ’ eyes widen as the implications of what she said smack her across the face. oh how she should keep better attention in the lessons peter forced on her; those would teach her to keep her tongue like susan does. ‘ not that she was here often! if your family had any business with her i wouldn’t be here at all. ’ instead peter would be to complete the purge of the remains of the witch’s army that still remained in narnia, but lucy was clever enough to know not to say that.
thinking nothing of it, lucy happily affected the offered arm, a smile upon her features, at ease within these walls as she felt no matter where she roamed. ‘ it’s very beautiful ’ the entire garden was, as a matter of fact, though lucy wouldn’t expect anything less of any garden in narnia. at the offer, a smile bright as dawn flashed across her features. ‘ oh thank you! that is very kind. — oh! i wouldn’t dare take any bushes of them. just a few for me and my siblings will do, if you don’t mind. they are quite unique && susan scarcely believed me when i told her they were real! ’
unbidden does memory arise. ( foul words, suspicion, whispers behind lifted hand. they deemed kin traitors. turn coats. the enemy && you could always tell those who truly knew the starks from those who did not. to believe a family, a lineage so embroiled within loyalty, honor would turn their backs … absurdity. witch or no, the wolves held their own && as did those who had pledged their allegiance thousands of years before. ) she does not mind it from queen who quickly backtracks. obvious desire to refrain from offense, insult && while their ages are not all that far apart, lyanna cannot help but smile at this young daughter of eve.
❛ she was here once && she did not stay long. my father && eldest brother made it clear they held no desire to join her side. ❜ appearance unknown, adolescent ears pressed. an eavesdropping little spy hidden in an alcove. perhaps that is why she found it so easy to have them killed on the battlefield. they had declined && meant every word, locking her out of having northmen at her side. ( && it would have been easy. she knows little of war beyond her books yet how hard could it be to add two soldiers to the death tally when things were said && done ?? ) ❛ if she ever returned, i was not made aware however, our sentiments would not have changed. ❜ to this sovereign she must make it clear. her family name crystalline. untainted. they are no threat. ( she might be young, but she is no fool. )
in the gardens she feels at ease. remembers walking with her mother, running with her brothers. attempting to match footprints to where she believed ancestors had once tread. with a babe now, riding as she once had seems near impossible && so now time is spent among the blooms like she was a child once more when she does not stand beside brother as makeshift lady of the castle. she no longer has lessons to attend. blessing of young motherhood.
❛ it would be our pleasure. ❜ a gesture && the shadows move. ( she is never alone, has never been alone within these walls, not truly. gruff, overbearing father leaving the helm to unprepared second son, all the more over protective of only sister in the wake of death && troubled birth. ) a servant slips close with a smile to begin to gather some blooms with care to go brought inside. they will be kept until lucy departs, looking none the worse for wear. own hand extends, fingers sliding ‘round stem to cup pale blossom within palm. tender. fond. hand shifts, twists && swiftly does it go cut by press of nail to greenery.
❛ for you. ❜