Time passes. Conversations ebb and flow. And finally a mood comes over--not the room, but certain tables in it.

And Yuna, perhaps naturally, has been keeping an eye on each of those tables. She feels it, too, when the time has come, and she rises, her face solemn and composed, and moves towards the door to the lake, carrying her staff. She pauses ( Read more... )

It's nearly time ( Read more... )

He'd woken this morning from dreams of green waves and white foam, of curlews dipping and of a great white sun rising, and seen Lucy sitting already awake with her back against her pillow, and she'd looked at him with a little smile and clear eyes ( Read more... )

There are two places people are likely to catch Doc today ( Read more... )

There are still chores to do, people to speak with, rides to take and waves--now salt as well as fresh--to sail, and so Caspian has been busy, busier than usual, mayhap, but there is still and always time to sit a while in his favorite chair by the fireplace. It's the one that faces the sofa, and he sits there with a cup of tea and a leatherbound ( Read more... )

[OOM: All things come to an end, and all endings have a beginning.

And all beginnings have some joy to them.]

"Aimee Lucille Evans, please come to Mummy," Susan Pevensie Evans sighs, as she enters her daughter's bedroom. This was Lucy's room, and her sister's favorite colors are still in place, brightened by fresh coats of paint ( Read more... )

Eyes never long from lingering on the Oceanside window, Marian walked into the Milliways and up to the Bar. She requested parchment and a pen, which appeared, and she composed a letter as quickly as she could. While still spending most of the time looking out the window with a free and true smile that hadn't been seen on her lips in a long while ( Read more... )

These days, Digory Kirke opens each door with care and attention. Who knows, it might be the door to Milliways.

He's quite pleased to find the end of the universe instead of one of the Bodleian Library reading rooms.

It's a fine day, warm enough that the horses are outside to graze, and far too fine to spend inside--particularly while there's work to be done. And there's always work: rails to mend, stalls and tack to clean, straw to be scattered over new woodchips until the stables are neat ( Read more... )