[open -- nest]

[new_inglewoodblues]

The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.

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[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's trying to take this whole cold-weather thing as a fashion opportunity. It's not like she ever totally stopped caring how she dressed, it was just that the boutique options in Fillory were severely limited.

She's taking a long red scarf and an even longer black peacoat out for a test spin around the lake when she spots Ragnelle, which obviously makes her stop. "Hey. Haven't seen you in a while."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Hast thou looked?" She grins at Janet and rips through a piece of fabric.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I've been kind of busy," Janet protests, which is sort of true. "Nina and Nightingale did this talent show thing. It was pretty stupid." She grins; Sagramore's presence aside, she had a great time.

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Ay, I saw the light in the great windows and watched."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Did you hate it? Or was this a humans are so stupid it's funny situation?" Janet sticks her hands deep into her pockets, starting to get chilly now that she's standing still.

[ravkanwitch]

This is the weather that Nina thrives in, when it's a little more crisp and light outside. The humidity in Ketterdam from the nearby ocean flattened her every summer. This feels good. She's out for a short walk when she sees Ragnelle and she watches her for a moment. "Do you need any help?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Little bonewitch." Ragnelle grins. "How dost thou?"

[ravkanwitch]

"I can't complain too much right now," she says, quite honestly. There were a couple of things with the talent show that could have gone better or differently - but for the most part, she's pleased to the have the friends that she does. "What are you doing?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Gathering pieces for my nest, that I may be warm."

[temnota]

The chill in the air was refreshing to Aleksander and after cajoling a heavy cloak from his closet, he ventured out on the grounds for a walk. During the course of his wanderings he came across a woman he had not seen before. He stopped out of curiosity and called out. "Hello! I apologize, I did not mean to bother you."

[new_inglewoodblues]

She looks up. "An thou hast bothered me, sirrah, I will be sure thou knowst it."

[temnota]

"I haven't seen you before. Have you been here long?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Long enough," she says, but as the wind blows from behind him she tenses, like a red deer downwind of a wolf, and narrows her eyes. "And thou wilt come no closer to me. I have teeth."

[summerdude]

"Ragnelle!" Magnus is experimenting with coming closer to the Mansion more regularly. "What's up?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Magnus! How dost thou, little god?"

[summerdude]

Somehow, Ragnelle calling Magnus 'little god' is less galling than most reminders of his demigod heritage. "Just swell, Ragnelle," he says, grinning at the rhyme. "What are you up to? Anything I can help with?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I'm gathering more stuff for my nest. I'm not like thee with the sun in my blood. Thou canst help me carry it up to the woods when I finish."

[rememberettersberg]

"Hello there." The man himself has stepped out to see what's going on, watching her work with some curiosity. "We've not met before. I'm Nightingale."

[new_inglewoodblues]

She wrinkles her nose -- she doesn't like Men who smell like magic -- and rips the fabric more forcefully, so that he can appreciate her little knife. "O, a harmless thing indeed, lest I be a beetle."

[rememberettersberg]

He raises an eyebrow, mildly taken aback by her expression. "I didn't mean to interrupt; I'll leave you be if that's your preference."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I like not thy kind. Give me berth."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing's on her way back from gathering moss at Magnus's hollow when she spots a twoleg doing something so normal it's shocking: making a nest. She trots over quickly, setting down her moss so she can speak.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but are you making a nest?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle looks up and smiles at her with barely any hint of teasing. Mothwing looks like the wildcats she's familiar with from home, and the fact that one would talk to her in human speech, despite the fact that this has never happened before, does not give her a moment's pause. "Ay, Mary, I am! Is thine own burrow ready yet?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Yes, I made one near the lake," Mothwing meows. "I just have to say, it's nice to see a twoleg making their bed in a normal way." She trots a little closer to inspect the nest. "That's made of cloth, right? If you'd like some moss as well I know where to find some."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Cloth and leaves; I'll mortar it as squirrels do. Moss would not go amiss. Lead -- I'll follow thee."