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"I have to set the stage first, okay, so. I've been saving it for something special. It's a gown--a real gown. I never wore one before. I never even tried one on before. She made it with magic and rose petals."
She bites her lip against the thrill of wearing something she had frankly always wanted, only found it's even better now, and gets up. She has to carefully make her way to her room, and it takes extra time to get it on. But she makes her way back to him wearing the pink and purple gown Ulla had crafted. When she moves it still smells of roses and orchids.
Reindeer are real? I thought they just flew around on Christmas. I mean no, I didn't actually think they fly or whatever but that's the only place I ever heard of them.
Usually, Godric is a fairly composed person. He's able to contain his emotions, keep them down, let them sit somewhere safe until he's able to express them appropriately.
But seeing her in that dress, looking exactly as beautiful as he's always imagined her, breaks that. He grins.
"Oh, Annie," he breathes. "You look exquisite." He stands up, blanket wrapped around him, and can't help but reach out to touch it. "It's beautiful."
But seeing her in that dress, looking exactly as beautiful as he's always imagined her, breaks that. He grins.
"Oh, Annie," he breathes. "You look exquisite." He stands up, blanket wrapped around him, and can't help but reach out to touch it. "It's beautiful."
[Oh. Good. Lord. This will not stand.]
Come on, we're going to see the caribou.
Come on, we're going to see the caribou.
Lead the way.
[There aren't a lot of wild animals in Los Angeles, and those she'd seen in Central America could definitely not be strapped to a magic sleigh, so she's excited.]
[There aren't a lot of wild animals in Los Angeles, and those she'd seen in Central America could definitely not be strapped to a magic sleigh, so she's excited.]
She takes that little half-step closer so he can see that it is made of petals, that the fabric still feels like them but stronger. "I never went anywhere I needed a gown, I don't even know what on the Barge would have that I could wear it too but sometimes I put it on just to feel like a queen."
"Did you dress up?" Someone needs to have dressed up with him.
"I missed seeing you in a suit?" That's unforgiveable, Admiral. "It's weird to think you haven't been here that much longer than me."
She takes his hand and settles back on the couch, spreading her skirt over them and then topping it off with a blanket.
She takes his hand and settles back on the couch, spreading her skirt over them and then topping it off with a blanket.
"We could waltz," she whispers, like a revelation, but also because his head has to be hurting about as much as hers. "You think we could get people to like, play a band or something? Maybe learn to dance, too? No one around here does."
Her eyes are closed though, she's talking steadily more drowsily.
Her eyes are closed though, she's talking steadily more drowsily.
She's quiet a while, slowly dozing off, listening to the tv. "When you get tired will you take me to your bed too?"
[Before visiting the Enclosure, Crozier stops off to retrieve two parkas -- one for himself, bulkier, and one slimmer, made for layering, for Annie.
The program for Nunavut -- a more accurate Nunavut -- is loaded and he waits for her to bundle up.]
The program for Nunavut -- a more accurate Nunavut -- is loaded and he waits for her to bundle up.]
[She zips it up all the way to her chin and pulls the hood over her head too. She's not going to be caught off guard by the cold this time.
Except she is.]
You lived in this?
Except she is.]
You lived in this?
"I'm really glad you like it." She never went to school dances, and like she said, never wore anything extravagant, but his reaction is everything she might have hoped for.
"You should make friends with Ulla. She's good person."
"You should make friends with Ulla. She's good person."
[It's actually warmer than he expected. He nods and starts them off towards a hill, where he can hear a herd of caribou snorting just out of eyesight.]
One day I'll take you onto the ice. This is far more pleasant.
One day I'll take you onto the ice. This is far more pleasant.
[She can smell them now, and it makes her realize exactly how long it's been since she ate something besides soup.]
Oh my God...
[As they climb she can see them, too, shaggy fur and big feet and all.]
What do they taste like?
Oh my God...
[As they climb she can see them, too, shaggy fur and big feet and all.]
What do they taste like?
[He brings her to the top of the hill and will pause there.]
Like venison, if you've ever had that. The Netsilik dry out the meat for the winter months.
[He likes it that way too, a little caribou jerky]
Well? Do they look like what you imagined?
Like venison, if you've ever had that. The Netsilik dry out the meat for the winter months.
[He likes it that way too, a little caribou jerky]
Well? Do they look like what you imagined?
[Laughing] Not even a little. The reindeer I saw as a kid were brown and had littler antlers and bigger eyes. 'Cause they were these weird puppet things...I gotta show you that movie.
[She's a taut ball of energy right now, can't help it.] Wait here.
[She finds a copse and sheds her clothes despite the cold, then changes forms. Her fur is still a little pink, but she figures even if the reindeer (caribou?) aren't color blind she wants them to run anyway.
She races out, snapping at one of them, until the herd begins to run.]
[She's a taut ball of energy right now, can't help it.] Wait here.
[She finds a copse and sheds her clothes despite the cold, then changes forms. Her fur is still a little pink, but she figures even if the reindeer (caribou?) aren't color blind she wants them to run anyway.
She races out, snapping at one of them, until the herd begins to run.]
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