In the lake.

[whitest_witch]

Jadis is swimming. It's not a thing she does very often - she hasn't since she's been at Milliways, and she rarely did in Narnia. Although she had often swum in Charn, in the palace pools, the oases, the harbour, even. But today, she had awoken with the desire for cool water, and so she had made her way to a secluded part of the lake, left her robe

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[called_lioness]

She is beautiful.

Never would Lucy say she's not beautiful, though she'd also be the first to say she's ugly. Both can be true, in a way, and to Lucy they are.

For a moment, before she realizes who it is, she doesn't think about ugliness, just catches sight of skin and hair and thinks the movement graceful.

And then she realizes and her jaw and fist both tighten, slightly.

[whitest_witch]

Jadis always knows when she is being watched. Well. Perhaps not always. Perhaps it is simply that the scrap of magic she left to guard her posessions warns her when someone pauses by them. Either way, she turns - she is near the shore - and drops her feet to the bottom.

Her shoulders rise out of the lake, although she is still decently covered - just - and the water sheets off her hair, appearing darker than usual, and plastered to her neck and back.

"Lucy."

[called_lioness]

"Jadis. You should be careful," mildly, "the lake can be dangerous."

She can't help feeling a bit of hope, on some level, that it would be.

[whitest_witch]

"It can be," agrees the witch. "Not to me at this moment."

However, she makes her way out of the lake, water sliding off her. As Lucy admitted, she is beautiful. Her body could have been sculpted out of marble, for all it's perfection, and lack of flaws.

Jadis has no modesty. Her world had very little concept of such things. It certainly doesn't occur to her that Lucy might object.