[Milliways, Outside]

[called_lioness]

It's much easier to shoot when it's not freezing outside, really.

This is not, Lucy feels, an excuse to be lazy however. And she really does need to practice her archery.

It's not that cold, anyway.

Really.

Or at least, she's telling herself that.

(It's also nice to have something to do. A distraction for the insanity of late.)

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[narnianknight]

He's been back less than ten minutes, and has seen no sign of Caspian, no sign indeed of anyone he remembers from here, and thus he comes outside to walk, whiling time away until it's more likely that people he recognises will be downstairs.

He wasn't expecting to see a anyone, woman or man, outside with a bow and arrows, and he stops for a moment, startled, before approaching.

"...my lady?"

...Lucy. Caspian's lady. His father's lady. Queen of Narnia before his father's line. 'My lady' seems inadequate.

"Queen Lucy?"

[called_lioness]

She whirls, startled, eyes wide, and then wider when she sees who it is.

"Rilian!"

Son. Of Caspian. Son of Caspian.

Let us process this.

Yeah, no, still hurts the head.

"Just Lucy, if it pleases you, sir."

[narnianknight]

"If I am to call you just Lucy, you ought not to be calling me sir," he points out, smiling a little.

He looks rather unsure of what the best thing to say is. Lucy. His father's lady. Nineteen. Rilian's twenty-five.

Ow.

[called_lioness]

"Oh." A little weakly, looking about before something like determination shows in her face.

"Would...would you walk with me?"