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[friend_of_lucy]

Normally Tumnus carries an umbrella especially when the weather threatens rain or snow. Sadly today when he was going to his house for a book he'd forgotten he owned, it rained.

Milliways was kind enough to appear behind his door, but his fur is rather wet and beginning to tangle.

He sits by the fire and orders a proper to tea with scones and a comb and towel as he tries to make his fur behave, it is rather curly. The smell of his drying fur resembles that of a rather clean but damp sheep or goat.

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[scots_wolf]

There is a cheerful white-and-brown dog following the smell and finding a goat-human-creature the like of which he's never seen or smelled before.

A very perplexed canine sniffs at Tumnus' hooves.

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus works through a tangle on one of his legs and ends up about level with Franz,

"Hello."

[scots_wolf]

It talks like a human, so probably is some sort of human.

Franz gives a friendly 'Woof!' and licks Tumnus' fingers.

[friend_of_lucy]

"Can you talk?"

It looks like a rather intelligent dog and they normally are wonderful conversationalists.

[scots_wolf]

Franz wags his tail and woofs cheerfully again, but doesn't talk -- he's from the Disc, not Narnian.

He sniffs at Tumnus' fur. This goat-human seems very friendly!

[friend_of_lucy]

"Oh, you can't. My name's Tumnus,"

He sets the comb he was using down and gives Franz a proper pet and scritch.

[scots_wolf]

"His name is Franz," a deep voice says from high up, on the other side of the fireplace.

[friend_of_lucy]

"Its good to meet you, Franz,"

Tumnus says and then looks for who spoke.

[scots_wolf]

It's a very tall and strong man with very long blond hair.

He nods to Tumnus.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

There is a tiny hand--belonging to a small girl--reaching towards the fur on his leg to test if it's real, as she peeks out from behind the arm of the chair Tumnus is occupying.

[friend_of_lucy]

Currently Tumnus is dealing with an awful knot so he's not aware of any reaching.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"Do you need help?"

Kida's eyes and the top of her head, covered in shock-white hair, are visible over the chair arm, hands resting on either side of her face.

[friend_of_lucy]

He looks around to find her voice and laughs, she's so small,

"No, I can manage, but thank you. Are you a young naiad?"

meebo won't let me back into IM. *sigh*

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head, and moves around to the front of his chair. "Nooo, I'm a girl," she explains, drawing out her first word.

She's definitely dressed for warm weather, the long front panel of her skirt swishing around her shins.

[friend_of_lucy]

(OOC: I told chat. Maybe try another SN.)

"Are you a human girl?"

She doesn't look like the humans he's met and her hair is much more like a naiads.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

She nods slowly, hammered gold earring dangling from one lobe. "Uh huh. I'm from Atlantis. Everybody's human there, except the fish and bugs. And pets 'n stuff."

[friend_of_lucy]

"Atlantis, I don't believe I know that land."

[onabirdswing]

A few seats away from Tumnus sits a small dark-skinned girl. Her nose wrinkles slightly at the damp sheep smell, but she doesn't move away.

[friend_of_lucy]

Once he has dealt with the worst knots in his leg fur, Tumnus looks up to start on his tea and sees Rue.

He smiles before saying, "Would you care to join me for tea?"

[onabirdswing]

Rue blinked in surprise, not expecting that he would have noticed her let alone invited her for tea.

"Um...sure, okay."

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus has a good friend who was once a little girl so he has a special fondness for them,

"Thank you. I believer there are more than enough scones to share and cream and jam."

[onabirdswing]

She scoots closer, picks up a scone off of the plate, and smiles at him.

"Thanks. My name's Rue."

[friend_of_lucy]

"My name is Tumnus and I'm a Faun from a land called Narnia,"

He prefers to explain all of this up front and he remembers how confused Lucy was by him.

[onabirdswing]

"A...faun?" Rue tilts her head, puzzled. She's heard of many different kinds of animals and muttations living in District 11, and through the Games. But 'faun' is completely foreign.

[friend_of_lucy]

"Yes, a Faun, that's why I have hooves."