maskormenacelogs | lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song

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lend me your ears and i'll sing you a song

WHO: the Doctor & Lucy Pevensie
WHERE: the Musketeers' farm
WHEN: post all the Russia stuff, so early Feb
WHAT: don't be sad! let's hang out!
WARNINGS: NONE this will be cute and fun

[ The Doctor saw that Porthos and Athos had left. The communicator did that thing, after all, the 'whoops you can't contact this person because they're not here' thing, when he tried to bug the Musketeers for the sake of bugging the Musketeers. And he knows enough about the Musketeers that d'Artagnan is probably in a bit of a sulk right now, what better way to distract him than irreverent silliness and a stupid little present. So, he headed on over to the Musketeers farm and was just about to knock on the door....before he saw the horse. Oh hello there you beautiful horse, d'Artagnan can wait for a moment, let's just chat.

As it is...the Doctor got distracted, and is just straight up talking with the horse. Doctor Disco, more like Doctor Doolittle. Still, it was always good to practice horse every now and then, he hadn't used that language in over a hundred years and he's rusty as hell on the dialect. The conversation lasts at least five minutes: good on you, captain distracted. So, when Lucy inevitably goes outside to see what this weirdo is doing talking to a horse, he turns around and gives her a small smile. ]

Either I'm exceedingly rusty on horse dialect or he'd like it if you would feed him more carrots and less...pudding? [ The Doctor can't help but frown, no, yeah, he is exceedingly rusty, why would a horse eat pudding to begin with. (He also can't help but mentally kick himself. Lucy's probably in a sulk as well. Stupid Doctor, she lives here and cares for them as well.) ] You're not feeding the horse pudding, are you?

[ He looks as delightfully eccentric as ever in his dark purple velvet coat, though there's definitely something big and bulgy in the outside pocket. ]

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[Rufus had barked once and wagged his tail furiously at the door - Lucy hadn't been expecting anyone, so when she opened the door and found an older man talking to Felicity, she took an honest moment of surprise before coming over. He isn't hurting her, he's just talking, and Felicity, who is a sound judge of character, is nosing against his shoulder.]

Sir, we would not feed a horse pudding here! She gets oats in the morning, some greens in the day, and pasture when she may. And an apple for variety.

Although I may add a carrot, now. Can you truly speak to her?

I used to be able to. Based on the fact that I think I thought oats was pudding, I'm not as fluent as I thought.

[ As Felicity continues to nose his shoulder, the Doctor turns and starts to pet her. It's obvious that he's been around horses and knows what he's doing. When Felicity whinnies, the Doctor rolls his eyes before giving her a bit of a Look. ] Look, I've been practicing my baby, of course something's going to get left on the wayside, I didn't know it was horse! [ sad horse noise ] Yes, yes, I'll pick it up again, happy now?

[ happy horse noise! The Doctor turns to Lucy, giving her a grin of his own. ] I'm afraid I'm not even close to remotely fluent in dog, so if you want me to translate what he's saying, you're out of luck.

[ said with a nod of his head towards Rufus ]

He makes himself well known.

[She reaches into one of her apron pockets - she's wearing an apron, of course she is - and she takes out an apple. Felicity perks up, and goes for it.]

I wish I spoke Horse. The talking Horses in Narnia would be quite pleased if I learned, but I find the whinnying very difficult to understand, I am sorry to say.

But sir.

May I help you otherwise?

Yes you may. I'm the Doctor, or as d'Artagnan's probably called me, that mad fool who looks annoyingly like the Cardinal. [ well hey, it's the truth. He gives Lucy a small smile and a nod of his own. ]

Is he in?

Oh you're-

Oh!

[She looks a little surprised, like maybe she expected someone taller.]

No, he is not, but would you like to come in? I can make tea, if you like. Or, I could, perhaps, show you the rest of the land if you should care to wait.

[ Someone taller and probably someone who's more of a massive asshole. Because the Doctor's just smiling as he continues to talk. ]

I'll need to come in eventually to show off the present I made for all of you, but right now? It's a lovely day, I wouldn't mind that tour of the grounds if you're offering.

Then a moment, if you please.

[She slips inside and takes her apron off, and then comes back outside a moment later. First thing's first - Felicity. She takes her reins and nods forward.]

You have been here before?

[She works so often, she doesn't know everyone who passes by.]

Just once. I... [ And here the Doctor can't help but frown. He was here before one time. He introduced someone to the Musketeers. And it was important, he didn't know who or why, just that it was important and when that person met the Musketeers, he was happy. (It's Clara. It's totally Clara, with that memory pushed out of his mind thanks to his actions back home, thanks to what happened with the two of them.)

Whoever met the Musketeers was happy. And so, he was happy. But why couldn't he remember that? A brief moment later, he brushed that feeling away, giving Lucy a small smile as he attempted to change the flow of the conversation. ]

Well, when I came here, I didn't the grand tour. Lead the way!

[So the first stop is the stable, where the other horses are taking time out of winter chill. The stalls are nice and warm and there's a pair of cats asleep on a pile of hay, and everything looks very picturesque.]

I am sorry to have missed it, then! I would have introduced you to everything, for I fear that while the Musketeers are very charming, sometimes they consider not things such as how they should offer a tour to those who visit.

[ As they approach the stable, the cats get some head scratches. The Doctor looks over all of this with a smile on his face. It is picturesque...and oddly calming. ]

Well it's a good thing they've got you, then! Otherwise what would happen if somebody important came to visit—they'd be hopeless.

Well, Athos has-

[She takes a genuine moment. Maybe she had not thought that sentence through.]

Ah, d'Artagnan is unlikely to receive guests, at the time, I think.

[Maybe that is more diplomatic.]

Because of Athos and Porthos, [ Yeah, the Doctor's managed to pick that up. People are allowed to be distraught when their two good friends leave. ]

That's why I invited myself over. I brought a little present that would hopefully lift everyone's spirits.

A gift?

[She almost perks up. Like magic!]

But what manner of gift?

[Can it be for her too? She likes presents.]

[ At which point, the Doctor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small round dark blue box. It's got a lid, but the box itself is small, around the size of an apple. While it could hold things, it could only hold one or two items. There's a small little crank on the backside of the box. Pausing to let Lucy see it, the Doctor starts to talk as he winds up the crank. ]

The best thing about working at a watch shop is that there are plenty of spare parts. The best thing about actually showing to your shift at a watch shop is that the owners let me fiddle around in my spare time.

[ He stops cranking the box which, to no one's surprise, is a music box. It starts to play a version of 'Fur Elise' for around thirty seconds before the music stops. ]

I'm working on one that plays Beethoven's Fifth, but that one's going to be a bit larger by default.

[Lucy is used to pretty things. She's used to receiving pretty things; as gifts and as incentives. She's used to being surrounded by pretty, wondrous things.

And maybe the reason she keeps getting them is that every time - every time - she responds the same way, with the same sort of wonder that doesn't often manifest in most adults - or girls her age, for that matter.

She makes a tiny noise of wonder and holds her hands out.]

May I, please?

[ The Doctor can't help but respond to Lucy's noise of wonder with a smile of his own, as he gently places the music box in her hands. This is why he does things like this. Making a music box is fairly simple to the Doctor, a two thousand year old show-off, but seeing Lucy's smile? Seeing that look on her face?

It's wonderful. Even if it's a simple gift, if it makes people happy, it makes him happy ]

Have at it.

[It helps that Lucy is adorable.

She's bringing it up to her face and listening and closing her eyes and she truly does look like this is the best thing he could have done.]

Why, it is a wonder, sir Doctor. Thank you ever so much for sharing it with me.

[Because it still belongs to the Musketeers, after all.]

Just the Doctor, your majesty. No need for any sort of sir.

[ Does he look like a sir to begin with anyway? ]

[She once knighted a bullfrog, okay?]

If you should say so, Doctor.

[She hands the music box back.]

Come, there's a little creek that runs just down the way, and blackberry bushes, although in the winter they are quite sorry things.

[ hell, considering Doctor Who, he's probably a knight already. Still, taking the music box back, he slips it into hsi pocket ]

Even in winter those sorts of sorry things are good. It reminds you of their potential!

Oh, do you think so?

[She's already heading down the hill a bit.]

Has d'Artagnan told you of this place? It's large enough that it may take quite some time to walk the entire breadth of it.

I'm afraid that I didn't get the whole picture when I visited—just a brief glimpse of here and there. Of course, [ and now he gives her a grin as he walks next to Lucy ] The full picture's always best. You learn all the ins and outs, all the little secrets here and there that way!

There's a badger that lives in that hill there-

[She points as they're walking]

He is quite gruff in the morning, but if you're quiet just as the day ends he'll walk by without comment. And over there is a family of hedgehogs.

[She points.]

They eat the slugs in d'Artagnan's cabbages.

Hopefully the badger and hedgehogs get along well with the horses! It'd be terrible if all of the animals got along poorly, especially in such close conditions.

We have had no great battles yet, Doctor.

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