"luna, luna, don't let em fool ya.
you're right on par with the stars."
or
peter falls for a girl who has lived in her sister's shadow her entire life.
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"You have to add more cinnamon," Lucy exclaims. Her hair is braided with acorns and bright orange flowers. The autumn festival is a bit more lax than the spring festival. This one is located in the field of Beruna, far from the castle. There are tents and flags and stalls for flowers and vegetables.
It's a harvest festival at its core. Farmers can sell their crops, and children can come and play. The fauns play flutes and teach the children how to dance light enough to keep from trampling flowers.
"Not everyone likes a lot of cinnamon in their apple pie, Lu." Edmund lets her add another dash despite his own protests. He pours the mixture into the already molded pie dough and sticks it into the oven. "Okay, we have an hour until that's ready."
Luna takes a bite of an apple slice that wasn't used. "So what do nobles do at the festival? We don't have any crops to sell."
"We dance!" Lucy exclaims. She hasn't stopped moving since she woke Luna up this morning, already dressed in her festival attire. "And we get our inventory for the kitchen!"
Edmund steals one of Luna's apple slices and takes a bite. "Well, the cooks prefer to do that, but we like to help. And we buy a lot of wares too, like fabrics and wooden crafts."
"Oh, I should get some fabrics for Gloria," Luna says. "Maybe to save for Christmas."
"Will she be back by then?" Lucy lightens up. Since Gloria's departure, she has been diligently sending letters to Luna, Lucy, and Susan, describing her experiences. She saves more personal things for Luna, however, like the date of her return.
"I think so," Luna says. "It's only the start of fall, so we have a few months."
"Gloria sends letters to Susan, too," Lucy tells Edmund pointedly, like she's sharing a secret.
Edmund clicks his tongue. "Oh, interesting."
Luna huffs. "Can you guys not use sibling speech around me? I can't decode it."
"Because you're not our sibling," Edmund says.
"Yet," Lucy adds.
Luna feels her cheeks heat up. "I dunno what you're talking about."
Lucy opens her mouth to most likely retort, when the kitchen doors swing open, and Peter walks in.
Edmund bursts into laughter, and Lucy hides her giggles behind her hand.
Peter looks at them, and then Luna. "Should I ask?" His eyes are alight, so blue they almost look unreal in the warm light of the kitchen. He's dressed in a maple brown linen shirt beneath a sleeved burgundy cloak. His blonde hair is growing long, curling beneath his ears in a boyish way that makes Luna's chest tighten.
"Absolutely not," she says.
Peter smiles, his lips turning up like that of a gentle cat. "I was looking for you."
