He looks back over his shoulder towards the castle and the bustling workers, nodding as he dismounts to stand beside her. "Aye. The anticipation of a thing brings as much delight as the things itself." Or so his old tutor would tell him when the boy Caspian grew impatient for another trip to the top of the North Tower.
It's when he looks back at Marian that he can study the color in her cheeks, the brilliant joy in her eyes while she watches the arrangements. With her gaze turned away from him, he looks at her, and marvels that a chance walk in the woods had brought him to know such a girl as she. Sunlight gleams off the curls that spill down her back, glossy as the feathers of the ravens they had left behind.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:18 am (UTC)It's when he looks back at Marian that he can study the color in her cheeks, the brilliant joy in her eyes while she watches the arrangements. With her gaze turned away from him, he looks at her, and marvels that a chance walk in the woods had brought him to know such a girl as she. Sunlight gleams off the curls that spill down her back, glossy as the feathers of the ravens they had left behind.
"When will the fair begin in earnest?"