[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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[summerdude]

"Like a turtle or a bear or a bee," Magnus says. "It's like -- being dormant in winter, basically?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"O, ay! Like a tree, too. I sleep and wait it out till it comes warm again."

[summerdude]

"Do you want me to bring you snacks when I visit, then, or will you be asleep?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I will always wake for food." She pokes her head out the door. "Besides, I have not had a real sleep these last few years."

[summerdude]

"Oh, because you haven't been in Inglewood?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Ay," looking pleased at the way he's been paying attention. "They will not let me sleep the winter in that keep."

[summerdude]

"Horribly inconsiderate," Magnus says, grinning at her. At least it sounds more like a society thing than a wasting-away-outside-of-her-forest thing.

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Thou wouldst not countenance it!" Ragnelle disappears inside again, weaving the last pieces of comforter into her nest. "My thanks. This is well."

[summerdude]

"Always happy to help, Ragnelle," Magnus says, contentedly. He adds liking to be of service to his mental list of things to consider when he's trying to figure out a better path.