[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.

[new_inglewoodblues]

"The dancing was very fine. I couldn't hear from without so there was naught else for me to admire."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet snorts a laugh. "Probably for the best. We have some actual talents and some serious freaks. What are you doing, by the way?"

[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?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Hast thou seen a reed warbler?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

"That must be a bird? If so, I didn't know what it was." This is the closest to apologetic Janet's tone will ever get. "What about it?"

[new_inglewoodblues]

"A bird, ay, which weaves a deep nest. So do I."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Oh, okay. "Got it. Because it's getting colder?" Janet hunches her shoulders demonstratively. "I assume you wouldn't come inside."

[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle wrinkles her nose. "Mary, I never did before! Not but when I was tame, and that no longer."

[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?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's eyebrows quirk up with immediate interest. "When you were tame?" Whatever that means, it's hard to imagine.

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Ay, ay, when I was won. I took a Man to husband for a while." She puts her knife down to think. "A year or two at least."

[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."

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet laughs again, surprised and a little delighted by the way Ragnelle chooses to phrase that. "You were won? What, were you a carnival prize? You don't seem like the kind of woman who gets handed out to a man just because he did something mildly impressive."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"I chose him to win me," Ragnelle agrees, pleased. "But the winning must be done, or else Men think thee no great prize."

[new_inglewoodblues]

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

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oh, sure, you have to play the game." Janet rolls her eyes. "You must have liked him if you picked him out just to win you, though."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Comely and a Man of great honor, who wed me to save his uncle's life, though I were passing foul, and when he knew me fair, quick to give me all I would.¹"

¹If she were Claudius, she might call Gawain a sweet, submissive boy.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Good catch, then," Janet says a little dryly. "Passing foul?" This she asks with another spike of interest. More than anyone else here, Ragnelle reminds her of someone she might have met in Fillory.