among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 20:19:30 UTC
"A healing potion, skele-grow."
It is the same to her as saying 'a drink, water' or 'nothing special' or the like. Not impervious to attacks, but versed a bit in defending against them, she has not required help because, to a certain extent, Luna can take care of herself. This is something they have all had to learn to somehow do, in their own ways, and, though she doesn't know it yet, will need to hone. Yet the future is not as worrisome to her as it is to others. People will be where they need to be, when they need to be. Things happen, and sometimes there is little you can do to stop or start them, but something can be done, usually, and as long as that option is there, there is every reason to not worry as there is to worry at all. Luna Logic. It's not the same as Loser's Lurgy but it's probably just as comforting if one prefers 'real' logic, but for those who don't mind taking daily leaps of faith or shots in the dark.
There is nothing wrong with the dark, after all, or at least, Luna has never thought so.
"It will help," she offers the affirmation like a hand to hold. It grew back the bones in Harry Potter's arm, once, she remembers being told by someone--maybe Harry himself--after a nasty fall in a game of quidditch. Asking Severus for it was a bit interesting and the blond girl reminds herself to make something for Remus, truffles perhaps, as he does enjoy chocolate of all kinds. Presently, she busies herself with removing her shoes, just for a little bit--it is another way of not looking at Caspian in case he feels odd scrutinizing the bottle while also under scrutiny himself. When she sets them down they move that last step down to the ground and she flexes her toes experimentally. That's better.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 20:31:26 UTC
"Oh," he sounds, perhaps a little less poised than he could've been. It's only that he finds it odd how she knew, or rather came to this visit prepared. Is Caspian X so transparent? A King should not be so easily read by his people, he can see this trait in Peter and Edmund, although it could also simply come naturally to Pevensie men. And at the same time they must not be doing such an excellent job if Caspian can tell, or is he just intuitive? In any case, he is not a king right now and Luna is certainly not one of his subjects.
"Skele-grow," the Telmarine repeats the word because it sounds funny yet makes complete sense if its purpose is what he thinks it is. The name is plain and concise, it tells you what you need to know. If there is enough for more than one rib he will definitely keep it on hand in their First Aid cabinet, that is what Susan calls it.
"... Thank you. Is there any way it should be prepared?" He asks a question because there's ease in accepting the gift and expressing gratitude briefly. She knows he wouldn't have sought something out himself, but neither is Caspian one to rudely refuse in this situation. He may as well know how to use the potion properly. Perhaps a shot of the stuff would spice up evening tea or prove more potent when shaken with vermouth. No, really. He also notices the shoes which distract his gaze.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 20:42:55 UTC
If Luna knew Peter or Edmund, it is likely she would read them no less or more than she reads Caspian X. Unlike some who seem to think the Telmarine more easily perceived than others, Luna only reads him as she has always read everyone she meets, the only way she knows how, and that would take an entire lifetime to explain. Some things were never meant to be spelled out in clear lines and finite details. What little she references that people can often connect with tends to do with her late mother, or her slightly doddering father--more so the former than the latter. Everything else rests comfortably between the lines of the mystery that comes with being bluntly honest and impossibly vague at the exact same time.
"Really, you shouldn't need that much," she says and then, "A drink or two, probably." The falling snow has her attention again and, after setting her wand behind her ear, she cups her hands out in front of her, watching the larger bits land on her palms and melt away. "It tastes less than pleasant, according to Harry." That is the truth of it, and it's better to take it alone--more effective that way--but it will do the job it was meant to do.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 21:20:31 UTC
He wonders if he should ask if she misses Harry, but he says nothing of it. He would not like being asked if he missed Peter that first time or if he misses Edmund now. Actually, he would not mind being asked, but he would mind being expected to answer.
"All right," Caspian says while reaching down to pick the bottle up. He looks over it, if there is anything to read there under the dim light, or if he can determine the color of it. "I don't mind the taste, especially if it's a gift," he shakes his head and smiles, bottle raised a little higher. He doesn't presume that Luna will ask for a favor in return, but if she does... "And, you know that if you need anything from me," he starts but doesn't finish, knowing she understands.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 21:34:11 UTC
"I would mind the taste, I think," she admits, tilting her head, folding her hands over again. The truth is that she misses Harry, but she would as soon miss Hermione--and has--if she was not here. These two people hold very different places in her heart, and yet it is mindful to remember the phrase 'separate but equal' because this is true too. Whereas she understands Harry and can reach out, she understands Hermione and lets the other girl reach, because these things never work the same way twice--friendships, tests, sunrises, or sunsets. That is something Caspian no doubt has his own understanding of.
Turning to look at him directly, she blinks before something occurs to her, watching him raise the modest potion, smiling--is she amused? most of the time, yes--at his unfinished offer. She knows what he means, of course. To be fair, it isn't a type of knowing exclusive to Luna Lovegood, and she knows that as well as the next person, knows that, really, anyone who is paying honest attention would know too.
"Do you need more light?" she asks, because that can be provided too.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 21:40:04 UTC
"No, I don't," he shakes his head again, thankful for the offer though. Ah but now he's reminded! "But, wait here," the Telmarine gestures to her, and to her shoes, not that he thinks she'll go anywhere except maybe to follow Destrier if he decides to rummage through the garbage. Bad habit, that horse. He takes the bottle with him too, and no Caspian has no intention of pouring the potion down the drain. He isn't that stubborn or rude. In any case, he takes the bottle into the house, setting it on the kitchen counter where he doesn't think anyone will fancy a sip. Is anyone awake or downstairs at this hour? When he returns it's with a small stack of curiously cut papers.
"Here," he offers the white snowflakes to her. It isn't much, but aren't they pretty? "It isn't much, but maybe you'd like them."
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 21:53:41 UTC
She waits, obviously, and while she waits, she says, as if Destrier is listening to her, "We are very fortunate, you and I." What that means, maybe the horse doesn't even know, or maybe he does. Sometimes Luna's words, like her reasoning, seep in through the cracks of what is regular and expected. It doesn't take long for Caspian to reappear and she doesn't think for a second he has gotten rid of the potion, because he called it a 'gift' and he seems the type to only call something as such if he means it.
"What is 'much'?" she asks and doesn't expect him to pick up on the quote, but she accepts the snowflakes with care, as if they might be made of glass that only looks like paper, and just as fragile. "Thank you," she bows her head briefly. It is a quick look she casts in his direction before she takes her wand from behind her ear, whispering something not quite audible to the point of words one can actually identify. Perhaps it is not too surprising when the well cut shapes float around her in a pleasant circle. It is like a dance, soft, measured, but uncomplicated.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 22:07:01 UTC
Destrier flicks an ear, having heard her but offering no equine insight in kind. Maybe he understands and casually accepts it in a horse-like manner, or maybe he doesn't understand at all but likes the sound of it just the way Luna has said it. Then his tail swishes and he shakes his mane pleasantly. Whatever that means in horse.
And Caspian doesn't pick up on it but he doesn't regard the question any less. "Well, these are certainly not healing potions. I don't think they're potions at all," he says while carefully reclaiming his seat.
Given to the right person they could heal in their own way. For Luna he only means to entertain, much like she did with the lit flower, and snowflakes do have a petal quality about them. He notices the look and watches quietly when she takes the wand. He wonders what she might do with that wand, he wonders a lot really though Caspian isn't the sort to wander, far and without company at least. When the paper shapes start to float around her, he raises his head and the first thought that comes to mind is please don't let those float in front of Peter or Susan's windows. It would be a strange midnight wake up call. As for the magic, he has already accepted it with just a mildly wide-eyed look.
"Good magic," says Caspian, like one might a loyal steed but it carries more than one meaning. Oh and, "you're welcome."
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 22:19:43 UTC
Good magic.
"It takes all kinds," she nods. There are bad wizards and witches of course. There are good ones. There are people with no magic at all both good and bad. There are those who were one thing and are now trying to be another, or have been trying, and for a lot longer than anyone her age might comprehend. Severus comes to mind though she wouldn't presume to know his motivations. It seems foolish in regards to that particular man.
You're welcome.
Again she smiles and the flower-like cut-outs don't wander far because it is only a floating charm, not a following one or a sending one like her shoes have.
"Where we come from, it can be both good and bad, though it only becomes bad when certain people use it. That's true of many things though, I suppose."
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 17 2008, 07:05:03 UTC
"I am certain it is," he says with a slight nod, referring to the truthfulness of that.
The White Witch is definitely sorcery, as were her two wards sent to cut his hand, but Aslan is also magic, perhaps the greatest magic, and Luna and Merlin know magic as well. Of all of them and the magic users that come to mind, in Narnia and in this City, Jadis is the only one who truly strikes him as deplorable. Beyond that, people seem to be a greater threat than magic itself. He remembers Claire and Karolina's secrets and why they are made to keep things that way. He understands too when Merlin speaks to him of Arthur's father and Arthur's father's rules. Caspian hopes he has done away with that for Narnia, not just for the dwarfs and the centaurs or the fauns and the Talking Beasts, but for Telmarines as well. However, the wand is still an evil, tainted magic, the might of one man's army in the palm of one woman's hand.
"It is not quite like the snow," he remarks, turning his attention back to the floating papers, "but these will not melt." Caspian smiles.
It is the same to her as saying 'a drink, water' or 'nothing special' or the like. Not impervious to attacks, but versed a bit in defending against them, she has not required help because, to a certain extent, Luna can take care of herself. This is something they have all had to learn to somehow do, in their own ways, and, though she doesn't know it yet, will need to hone. Yet the future is not as worrisome to her as it is to others. People will be where they need to be, when they need to be. Things happen, and sometimes there is little you can do to stop or start them, but something can be done, usually, and as long as that option is there, there is every reason to not worry as there is to worry at all. Luna Logic. It's not the same as Loser's Lurgy but it's probably just as comforting if one prefers 'real' logic, but for those who don't mind taking daily leaps of faith or shots in the dark.
There is nothing wrong with the dark, after all, or at least, Luna has never thought so.
"It will help," she offers the affirmation like a hand to hold. It grew back the bones in Harry Potter's arm, once, she remembers being told by someone--maybe Harry himself--after a nasty fall in a game of quidditch. Asking Severus for it was a bit interesting and the blond girl reminds herself to make something for Remus, truffles perhaps, as he does enjoy chocolate of all kinds. Presently, she busies herself with removing her shoes, just for a little bit--it is another way of not looking at Caspian in case he feels odd scrutinizing the bottle while also under scrutiny himself. When she sets them down they move that last step down to the ground and she flexes her toes experimentally. That's better.
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"Skele-grow," the Telmarine repeats the word because it sounds funny yet makes complete sense if its purpose is what he thinks it is. The name is plain and concise, it tells you what you need to know. If there is enough for more than one rib he will definitely keep it on hand in their First Aid cabinet, that is what Susan calls it.
"... Thank you. Is there any way it should be prepared?" He asks a question because there's ease in accepting the gift and expressing gratitude briefly. She knows he wouldn't have sought something out himself, but neither is Caspian one to rudely refuse in this situation. He may as well know how to use the potion properly. Perhaps a shot of the stuff would spice up evening tea or prove more potent when shaken with vermouth. No, really. He also notices the shoes which distract his gaze.
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"Really, you shouldn't need that much," she says and then, "A drink or two, probably." The falling snow has her attention again and, after setting her wand behind her ear, she cups her hands out in front of her, watching the larger bits land on her palms and melt away. "It tastes less than pleasant, according to Harry." That is the truth of it, and it's better to take it alone--more effective that way--but it will do the job it was meant to do.
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"All right," Caspian says while reaching down to pick the bottle up. He looks over it, if there is anything to read there under the dim light, or if he can determine the color of it. "I don't mind the taste, especially if it's a gift," he shakes his head and smiles, bottle raised a little higher. He doesn't presume that Luna will ask for a favor in return, but if she does... "And, you know that if you need anything from me," he starts but doesn't finish, knowing she understands.
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Turning to look at him directly, she blinks before something occurs to her, watching him raise the modest potion, smiling--is she amused? most of the time, yes--at his unfinished offer. She knows what he means, of course. To be fair, it isn't a type of knowing exclusive to Luna Lovegood, and she knows that as well as the next person, knows that, really, anyone who is paying honest attention would know too.
"Do you need more light?" she asks, because that can be provided too.
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"Here," he offers the white snowflakes to her. It isn't much, but aren't they pretty? "It isn't much, but maybe you'd like them."
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"What is 'much'?" she asks and doesn't expect him to pick up on the quote, but she accepts the snowflakes with care, as if they might be made of glass that only looks like paper, and just as fragile. "Thank you," she bows her head briefly. It is a quick look she casts in his direction before she takes her wand from behind her ear, whispering something not quite audible to the point of words one can actually identify. Perhaps it is not too surprising when the well cut shapes float around her in a pleasant circle. It is like a dance, soft, measured, but uncomplicated.
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And Caspian doesn't pick up on it but he doesn't regard the question any less. "Well, these are certainly not healing potions. I don't think they're potions at all," he says while carefully reclaiming his seat.
Given to the right person they could heal in their own way. For Luna he only means to entertain, much like she did with the lit flower, and snowflakes do have a petal quality about them. He notices the look and watches quietly when she takes the wand. He wonders what she might do with that wand, he wonders a lot really though Caspian isn't the sort to wander, far and without company at least. When the paper shapes start to float around her, he raises his head and the first thought that comes to mind is please don't let those float in front of Peter or Susan's windows. It would be a strange midnight wake up call. As for the magic, he has already accepted it with just a mildly wide-eyed look.
"Good magic," says Caspian, like one might a loyal steed but it carries more than one meaning. Oh and, "you're welcome."
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"It takes all kinds," she nods. There are bad wizards and witches of course. There are good ones. There are people with no magic at all both good and bad. There are those who were one thing and are now trying to be another, or have been trying, and for a lot longer than anyone her age might comprehend. Severus comes to mind though she wouldn't presume to know his motivations. It seems foolish in regards to that particular man.
You're welcome.
Again she smiles and the flower-like cut-outs don't wander far because it is only a floating charm, not a following one or a sending one like her shoes have.
"Where we come from, it can be both good and bad, though it only becomes bad when certain people use it. That's true of many things though, I suppose."
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The White Witch is definitely sorcery, as were her two wards sent to cut his hand, but Aslan is also magic, perhaps the greatest magic, and Luna and Merlin know magic as well. Of all of them and the magic users that come to mind, in Narnia and in this City, Jadis is the only one who truly strikes him as deplorable. Beyond that, people seem to be a greater threat than magic itself. He remembers Claire and Karolina's secrets and why they are made to keep things that way. He understands too when Merlin speaks to him of Arthur's father and Arthur's father's rules. Caspian hopes he has done away with that for Narnia, not just for the dwarfs and the centaurs or the fauns and the Talking Beasts, but for Telmarines as well. However, the wand is still an evil, tainted magic, the might of one man's army in the palm of one woman's hand.
"It is not quite like the snow," he remarks, turning his attention back to the floating papers, "but these will not melt." Caspian smiles.
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