This is not a typical state of affairs. Lucy doesn’t often find herself bored; she is far, far too engaged for bored, but there is a diplomatic mission from Telmar in Cair Paravel and everything is in a specific order and everyone is busy and Lucy does not want to be in the castle to deal with all of that. She found her way to a copse of pear trees, and crawled up one, and she’s considering how to alleviate her boredom without disrupting Susan’s perfect setup or without irritating Peter or without giving Edmund ammunition for a later session of teasing when she hears someone coming through the woods.
She clambers up the tree a little, and she can see him, but she doesn’t think he can see her. He looks-
-she has never seen anyone who looks like him. She stills, and her dress gets tangled in the tree, but she doesn’t want to move anyway.
She keeps looking at him. “The sweetest pears are the very pinkest ones,” she says, when she sees him reaching for one. There are ones with a pink rosy blush, and she peers over a branch. “Are you a Telmarine?”
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This is not a typical state of affairs. Lucy doesn’t often find herself bored; she is far, far too engaged for bored, but there is a diplomatic mission from Telmar in Cair Paravel and everything is in a specific order and everyone is busy and Lucy does not want to be in the castle to deal with all of that. She found her way to a copse of pear trees, and crawled up one, and she’s considering how to alleviate her boredom without disrupting Susan’s perfect setup or without irritating Peter or without giving Edmund ammunition for a later session of teasing when she hears someone coming through the woods.
She clambers up the tree a little, and she can see him, but she doesn’t think he can see her. He looks-
-she has never seen anyone who looks like him. She stills, and her dress gets tangled in the tree, but she doesn’t want to move anyway.
She keeps looking at him. “The sweetest pears are the very pinkest ones,” she says, when she sees him reaching for one. There are ones with a pink rosy blush, and she peers over a branch. “Are you a Telmarine?”