There is certainly a small frantic frog, green and, occasional, flashing gold. Hoping about everywhere. In a circle. Haphazard and in every direction. It's confusing and pitiful, tugging at her heart, even as it bewilders her. Sending her to her knees, in pile of skirts a few feet from him. Leaning down and reaching out, even as she's asking, "Caspian?"
She didn't like or dislike frogs, and couldn't even remember the last time she'd touched one. Maybe when she was a young girl, when Much and Robin could collect them and toss them into sewing circles through windows. Subtly until their laughter couldn't be drowned out by the screams even, when she'd collected them from under the feet of girls more likely to trample them on accident than cause any ill in the opposing direction.
But she was careful or at least tried to be very careful as she was picking him up. Even thought her fingers caught on the hard little crown, surprising her, when she was being so delicate. Making her look up toward Kate, "What is this f--" She'd tugged at it lightly, only to realize it wouldn't come off. "Is it stuck on him?"
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She didn't like or dislike frogs, and couldn't even remember the last time she'd touched one. Maybe when she was a young girl, when Much and Robin could collect them and toss them into sewing circles through windows. Subtly until their laughter couldn't be drowned out by the screams even, when she'd collected them from under the feet of girls more likely to trample them on accident than cause any ill in the opposing direction.
But she was careful or at least tried to be very careful as she was picking him up. Even thought her fingers caught on the hard little crown, surprising her, when she was being so delicate. Making her look up toward Kate, "What is this f--" She'd tugged at it lightly, only to realize it wouldn't come off. "Is it stuck on him?"