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[lvpd_sidle]

One year ago, on this date, Sara was a crumpled sobbing mess on the lake shore, clutching a red spandex costume to her chest.

This year, she's not doing anything so dramatic.

A candle is lit and she stares out at the continuing destruction, almost entranced.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe (legally known as Sasha Cornwell, until she's 19 and gets it changed to April) is having a good time. She's had a milkshake, and met another princess, and learned to count quarters (half of a half is a quarter!).

And all in her closet! It's almost better than Narnia.

But someone's sad, and that's not good. Mr. Adrian had taught her how to get things to eat, and she does so.

So a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies is pushed unsteadily onto the table, and a little pigtailed head and hazel eyes peeks over the top at Sara.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is startled by the appearance of cookies and looks at the giver. A smile breaks out involuntarily.

Who could resist such an adorable sight? "Hi."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She gets a bounce and a wide grin in return.

"Hi. Are you magic?"

Well, it's like Narnia, right? There have to be some magical people.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'm afraid not, but some of my friends are." What? It's the truth! "My name's Sara. What's yours, sweetie?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"I am Princess Sarah Marilla Lucy Pevensie Blythe," she declares proudly. Then she bounces eagerly. "You really know magic people?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Lots of different kinds of people come here." Shame Jack isn't around--he could pull an apple out of the air. "Where are you from, Princess Sarah?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"That's ace."

She sits up a little straighter. "I'm from Hartford, Connecticut. And you can call me Rilla, everybody does, even Mom and Daddy, 'cause I won't answer if they call me other things."

[lvpd_sidle]

"What other things do they call you?" Oh Sara, you will regret asking that question. "And thank you for the cookies."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

That gets a deep breath and a thoughtful look.

"Sasha 'n little brat 'n stupid 'n lotsa things." Grin. "You're welcome, too. You looked sad, and cookies make me happy when I'm sad, so I brought them to make you happy."

[lvpd_sidle]

Urge to kill: RISING.

"I appreciate that, Rilla. Want to have some with me?"

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She was, quite obviously, just waiting to be asked. She crawls up onto a chair and grabs one.

"I woulda brought milk, but I couldn't carry it."

[lvpd_sidle]

"That's okay--I think I can get us some milk." Not sure if the girl has noticed rats, she goes over to Bar, returning with a pitcher of milk and two glasses, one perfectly suited for small hands.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She has, actually. She just hasn't quite pieced together what they do, though she did try making friends with one. It quite liked that, I think.

Yay, milk! Once the milk is poured, she carefully sips it, making sure not to get a milk mustache.

It's one of the things she's trained herself not to do, it gets on Mom and Daddy's nerves.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir sits near to her quietly and unintrusively.

He, too, watches the stars.

[lvpd_sidle]

It takes her a moment to notice him. Of course, she notices the melting wax first and peels the droplets off with words not normally shared in polite company.

"Hey."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Sara," he replies with a calm smile. "I didn't want to interrupt. Are you all right?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"Yeah, I'm fine." She is telling the truth. "Just remembering someone."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Family?"

[lvpd_sidle]

Quiet, "Barry."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Do you wish to speak of him?" Faramir asks softly, always a willing listener... especially for a friend.

[lvpd_sidle]

"I...honestly thought it would hurt more to remember him," she says after a moment, tone thoughtful rather than grief-stricken. "He wouldn't have wanted me to grieve too much...and I knew from the beginning what I was getting into..."

Clear as mud, right?

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"What happened to him?"

[lvpd_sidle]

"We met here. He was already dead." Still quiet. "I knew that. And I still fell in love. He had to leave--something to do with the destiny of his kind in his world."

Three guesses what date he left on, Faramir.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir nods understandingly. "It must have been hard for you both. I am sorry, Sara. If... you would prefer to be alone..."

[lvpd_sidle]

"No, it's okay." It really is--there are no tears on her face. "I'm just remembering him...and I'm very thankful I knew him."