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He carries himself like a King, though there is time to pass before he'll be any such thing. For now he's a Prince,tall and proud. Blonde hair falls over bright eyes and he's garbed in a fashion becoming of a Narnian prince, made for riding and hunting and whatever other activities young princes might partake in outdoors.
A sword is at his hip, but never mind it, the boy has no plans in unsheathing the blade.
"...I think I've become lost." He says aloud.
Typist: This is Digory Fitzwilliam Wolfgang Pevensie, son of Georgiana and Peter, Prince of Narnia. He goes by "Digory", and is sure to be adorable. By request of Amy.
A sword is at his hip, but never mind it, the boy has no plans in unsheathing the blade.
"...I think I've become lost." He says aloud.
Typist: This is Digory Fitzwilliam Wolfgang Pevensie, son of Georgiana and Peter, Prince of Narnia. He goes by "Digory", and is sure to be adorable. By request of Amy.