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Narnia: Time and Place
Fandom: Narnia
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Aravis isn't interested in gossiping and flirting and pretty dresses. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Don't you think he's just scrumptious?"
Aravis peers through the branches for a moment, laughing a little as she turns away. "No, Las, I don't think so. I'm not interested in men right now, anyway. Not ones who sit around at home. I'd rather talk to men who've been away to fight wars."
"Why would you want to talk about such boring things, darling?"
"Why would you want to gossip about getting married all the time?"
Lasaraleen laughs. "Oh, Aravis, you're such an odd girl. Who wouldn't want to think of getting married? Why, I'm already planning my wedding. I'm going to have the most glorious dress -- Mother promised one to me."
"I shall be there to see it," Aravis promises -- absent mindedly, though, because her eyes are on a man in armour who is dismounting just close by. Lasaraleen eyes him for a moment and then takes her hand.
"Come along, then, let's see if this warrior likes you."
"Las, I -- "
"Come on!"
Aravis lets Lasaraleen tug her along -- only half reluctant. Lasaraleen can twitter and gossip and flutter her eyelids, and perhaps she can pick up some knowledge about the fighting. To ride to war, she thinks, would be such a glorious things. Dresses and flirting have their place in the world -- but Aravis isn't interested in that yet, and Las is interested enough for both of them.
"My, he has such a lovely face, the helmet quite spoils..."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Aravis isn't interested in gossiping and flirting and pretty dresses. For
over_look."Don't you think he's just scrumptious?"
Aravis peers through the branches for a moment, laughing a little as she turns away. "No, Las, I don't think so. I'm not interested in men right now, anyway. Not ones who sit around at home. I'd rather talk to men who've been away to fight wars."
"Why would you want to talk about such boring things, darling?"
"Why would you want to gossip about getting married all the time?"
Lasaraleen laughs. "Oh, Aravis, you're such an odd girl. Who wouldn't want to think of getting married? Why, I'm already planning my wedding. I'm going to have the most glorious dress -- Mother promised one to me."
"I shall be there to see it," Aravis promises -- absent mindedly, though, because her eyes are on a man in armour who is dismounting just close by. Lasaraleen eyes him for a moment and then takes her hand.
"Come along, then, let's see if this warrior likes you."
"Las, I -- "
"Come on!"
Aravis lets Lasaraleen tug her along -- only half reluctant. Lasaraleen can twitter and gossip and flutter her eyelids, and perhaps she can pick up some knowledge about the fighting. To ride to war, she thinks, would be such a glorious things. Dresses and flirting have their place in the world -- but Aravis isn't interested in that yet, and Las is interested enough for both of them.
"My, he has such a lovely face, the helmet quite spoils..."