Feuilly's eyes are wide. He too had half thought it wouldn't work. He takes in the room--rather, he takes in, first, that they're alone, and lets Emilia out from under the tall hat. She scrambles down to his shoulder instantly.
"This is--" Your room? Your castle? Your England? Feuilly goes to the window, stares at the English spring to absorb as much of it as he can. Which means that he misses the dagger, turning a little too late. Emilia flies down to it on the floor: so fierce.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2015-07-20 02:27 pm (UTC)"This is--" Your room? Your castle? Your England? Feuilly goes to the window, stares at the English spring to absorb as much of it as he can. Which means that he misses the dagger, turning a little too late. Emilia flies down to it on the floor: so fierce.