[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]

"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.