[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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[new_inglewoodblues]

"Thou hast the right of it! It pleased me well indeed." She grins at Janet. "Thou lookst well-made to be wild."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I didn't think I was until we went to Fillory. I mean -- I'm not, completely. I like having a bed and food that someone else cooked and access to good wine and strong cocktails. But..." There's a little gleam in her eye when she returns Ragnelle's smile. "Yeah, I did find something wild in me there, too."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Good. It likes thee well."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet almost gets the feeling she used to get at Brakebills when she raised her hand in class and the professor said Oh, yes, good contribution, Ms. Pluchinsky. Except better, because Ragnelle is way more fun than any of them, as much as Janet hungered silently for their approval. "I'm going to take that as a huge compliment."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I say only what I mean, and that often. Thou art sharp. I like to see a sharp thing prick them that touch foolishly."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I am sharp, yes," Janet says with another little grin. "I've always been pretty prickly, but I think Fillory turned it into real sharpness. Thank fuck."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Rude and fearsome. 'Tis well."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet practically preens at that. "You're not so bad yourself."

[new_inglewoodblues]

She laughs. She's done destroying the blankets, and she gathers all the pieces into the basket and gets to her feet, resting it on her hip. "Mary, I should have come here before Camelot, I would have got me a marriage sooner."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"I don't really do marriage," Janet's starting to say, and then she actually hears everything Ragnelle said, and lifts her eyebrows. "Camelot?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Ay, ay, that is where my lord liveth."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Jesus," Janet says with a slightly resigned laugh. "There's a lot of Camelot going around here. At least you're not another fucking knight."

[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle rolls her eyes. "O, what a fate. I've had my fill of knights."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"You and me both," Janet says fervently. She glances at Ragnelle's basket of blanket scraps. "Look, I know you can take care of yourself, but if you ever want me to warm you up again, I can. If you come inside for a little, we can even find some mutton fat and I can do a different spell that'll last longer."

[new_inglewoodblues]

Her eyes dance. "Soft, lady. Do thou be wary."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Wary?" Janet asks with interest. "Why, do you bite?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Nay, but an thou'rt too kind, thou'lt lose thine."

[sorrowandsorrow]

That makes Janet laugh. "You've got to be the only person in history who's ever told me I'm being too nice. Don't worry about that."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I have no worries. Go lightly, witch." It's a clear dismissal; she resettles her basket on her hip and turns to go up the slope.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"See you around," Janet says, unoffended by said dismissal. She watches Ragnelle go for a second, then pulls her scarf tighter around her neck and turns to go herself.