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[called_lioness]

[ooc: It's late for entrance post, but Lucy's in anyway for anyone who wants her. She'll be back other nights.]

Yesterday she and Caspian talked.

And it's decided (and she's happy for it) and it still means--

Well, it means the thing it must.

It means good-bye.

She spent yesterday with her husband; she spent today with her horse, who she can't take with her.

Tonight she's watching, just in case she spots anyone. There are many she'd like to, and some she knows she likely won't.

But you put the effort in, either way.

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[hippodamio]

There is one she knows, at least; he has been here some time today. It has been a refuge, of sorts, and while his face does not exactly light up upon seeing Lucy, his expression softens greatly. "Greeting, Lucy," he says, coming in close and bowing. "How are things with you?"

[called_lioness]

She smiles when she sees him.

(Hektor she has to tell too; Hektor is not the hardest one. It doesn't make it easy, but it would hurt more to tell Mary first.

Small blessings are as important as large.)

"Hullo, Hektor. They're well, I suppose. Would you join me and tell me how they are for you?"

[hippodamio]

"Of course," says Hektor, moving to Lucy's table and taking one of the chairs. His clothes are not much to speak of today, undyed doeskin above and below, with green tassels on the breeches and a rolled red belt. "Thank you. I do well enough myself, for the moment, but there has been some trouble at home. Have I told you of my brothers and sisters?"

[called_lioness]

"You've not. I should love to hear, though."

[hippodamio]

Hektor nods, twining his fingers together a moment before drawing breath to speak. "My father," he says, "has been married twice, and has had children both by his first wife, and by my mother his queen, and by other women of the household. The Mother favors him above other men, they say; in the city they speak of the fifty sons of Priam, and I am not so sure they are wrong. But by Hekabe my mother he has had thirteen children so far. I was the first; my mother gave him twins not long after I was first called to this place, my brother Hellenus and my sister Kassandra."

[called_lioness]

"Do you get on well with your half-siblings?"

[hippodamio]

"Most, yes," Hektor says. "Those by Father's first wife, more than those of the house-women- but even there it is not so bad. There has been enough war within families elsewhere around us that Father has done what he can to keep us from treating each other poorly."

[called_lioness]

"I can't imagine such a large family," she muses. "How many are there total?"

[hippodamio]

Hektor thinks for a while; after a bit, he starts to mark them off on his fingers. "Aisakos and Merops and Makareos," he says. "Myself, Deiphobos, Troilos, Helikaion, Polites and Podargos. Hellenus, Kassandra, Kreusa, Laodike, Paris, Polyxena, Troilus... at least four girls by the house-women, and eight boys for certain."

[creator_raven]

At some point, likely, Raven is watching her back.

Possibly from her table, even.

He is sneaky like that.

"Lucy."

His smile is a little crooked, but true.

"You are well, I am hoping?"

[called_lioness]

Her smile's a reflection of his when she looks up.

"Rather, actually, yes. Yourself, Master Bird?"

[creator_raven]

He wrinkles his nose a little, settling more comfortably into his seat.

"Mostly well,I am thinking. Boredom is tricky."

[called_lioness]

"I fear what you'd do when bored," she says with a wider grin.

[creator_raven]

Raven's return grin is very bright and not at all mischievous.

"That, I think, is possibly very wise."

Beat.

"If you are not me."

And sometimes even if you are.

[called_lioness]

"I pick things up every so often," she says solemnly.

"Have you aught that might catch your interest?"

[creator_raven]

Raven does not make a face at her.

"Mostly people, I think."

He grins at Lucy and, very carefully, tugs on her hair.

"It is helpful."

[called_lioness]

Lucy makes only a very mild face and tugs at his hair in turn.

Even if his is shorter and less good for tugging.

It is a fault of Raven's. ...Sometimes.

"People are what make this place bearable, I rather think."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian doesn't know exactly how long he's been gone from Milliways, and regardless of how much time has passed, you don't miss things in Aslan's Country the way you do outside of it.

His smile, when he sees her, is still very warm.

"Goodeven, Lucy."

[called_lioness]

"--Tirian!"

It's utterly delighted as Lucy throws her arms around him, laughing.

"I'd not thought to see you again here!"

[last-king.livejournal.com]

Tirian hugs her, grinning.

"I'd not thought to be here again, before we found the door," he says. "But I said I'd return, if I could."

[called_lioness]

"You did. And I'd not doubt a King of Narnia."

She's still grinning, though it's fading a little.

"How are you, cousin?"

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"I'm well," he tells her, and it's simply and completely sincere. "And you?"

[called_lioness]

"Rather well. Quite well," she admits and brushes her hair behind one ear. "I was thinking on you, actually."

[last-king.livejournal.com]

"Aye?"

Tirian moves to sit down, glancing at her curiously. "How so?"

[called_lioness]

"Well," she admits as she settles on the chair, "I rather thought I'd be seeing you soon."