open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( Camilla has eaten some magical chocolate and is now seven years old. ))

It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.

She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.

Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.

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[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

"Hi Camilla. I'm Susan." She grinned at Camilla, and looked at Silas. "...Wow, mister, you're almost as tall as Granddad." His hair was as white as (most of) hers, which was yet another anomaly. She grinned at him, too, turning to Jo. "I bet I could get you a pudding bomb! Stephen and I were designing one to fight evil wasp clowns."

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Jo grinned broadly at Susan and Camilla. "Hello, I'm Josephine... Only don't call me that. Just call me Jo." The grin faded as she frowned thoughtfully. On the one hand, she loved fairy stories more than anything. On the other... pudding bombs and evil wasp clowns sounded interesting, too. "I wanna help fight the evil wasp clowns, too," she said decisively. "After we read a story." Her smile returned, and she was pleased with her powers of compromise.

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

Silas looked down--very far down--at the sudden herd of little girls. After a moment's quiet contemplation he set the book down and picked up Susan, holding her out so he could read her shirt properly. The words didn't get any better upon closer inspection.

"Am I to understand," he said, putting Susan down again, "that you all want to hear a story?"

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"You were going to read me a story, but they can listen too if they want," Camilla says generously.