"Another Narnian?" she says, with what must be deemed a grin. "And I keep thinking I've met all of you. Well, Tirian of Narnia, we're well met, indeed. I'm Caspian's sister. Adopted, of course, but sister none-the-less."
"Your definition of family rather changes and expands here," she says. "But in very good ways, it's been my experience. I've just never been an ancestor of sorts before."
"Well, I met Perry, my husband, here. I grew up in Phantasmorania -- Ambergeldar is to the west of us. I'm very fortunate that we're from the same time and roughly the same place. I think, though, that we're the only two people from our particular version of Earth who have ever been in. But you never know when someone else is going to turn up."
And if he doesn't, well, the rather dressed up woman settling into a nearby armchair might be persuaded to share hers.
A smile, as a greeting.
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"Goodeven, lady."
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"I don't believe we've met. I'm Amy."
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"It's a very great pleasure to meet you, then. Caspian is a kinsman of mine." He pauses, then grins. "Which I suppose makes you a kinswoman."
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Tirian pauses for a moment, thinking.
"Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson."
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She laughs.
"I suddenly feel old."
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"I've become used to it with him, I suppose. Strange as it seemed at first."
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"If you yourself aren't a Narnian--did you meet Caspian and the others here?"
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"Yes, not long after I first got here. I'm from Phantasmo--Ambergeldar."
She's still getting the hang of that.
"Caspian, and the Pevensies, and Eustace, and Rilian, and Cora. There are a lot of people from Narnia here."
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"There are, at that. What of your land?" He pauses a moment to recall what she'd said, "Ambergeldar? Are there any kinsmen of yours here?"
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