Edmund thinks perhaps he has forgotten something very important.

It is hard, perhaps, to think of there being anything important that is not here, in Aslan's Country.

But even here, it is... perhaps not necessary, but good, to sleep on occasion, and rest ( Read more... )

( Lady's Night drinks )

He understands, of course, why she's doing it.

When the choice is between laughing and crying, she will laugh.

That's just part of who she is, and really it's part of why he loves her.

And he knows that, and it doesn't help anything, as he doesn't see who finds him a door back to Milliways, as he doesn't really see who's in or around the bar, as ( Read more... )

He knows that there's some sort of magic to imitate doorbells on the private paintings, but still Edmund hesitates in the gallery for a long moment, standing in front of a painting of ships that do not quite look like the Dawn Treader, before instead searching out a painting of duelists ( Read more... )

They'd come back in the morning, as Glimfeather had ordered, and set to work.

Even with the help of a few bits of magic, well... it had probably been at least a few decades since the owlery had been cleaned out, and while they might have been Talking Owls and therefore able enough to control themselves, it was clear that, over the years, enough of ( Read more... )

When midnight rolls around, those questers who had volunteered are woken again quietly ( Read more... )

Through a cleft in the mountains, far to the west of where our questers began their journey, the sunset light pours over a level lawn. On the far side of the lawn, its weather-vanes glittering in the light, rises a beautiful many-towered and many-turreted castle. On the near side is a quay of white marble, unoccupied ( Read more... )

The door opens on a field.

A simple enough field, really. There's a few horses perhaps halfway between the door and a stream off in the distance, ahead of them and to the right; on the left, as far away, the darkness of a forest. Between stream and forest there's a smudge on the horizon, perhaps a city or town.

The surprising thing is merely the ( Read more... )

Despite quite a few silent remonstrations, it would appear as though, even with Derry in New Orleans with Richard and Joshua, he wouldn't be getting more than a few hours of sleep ( Read more... )

Edmund is currently barefoot, sprawled out on his bed, with tea on the table behind him and Derry dozing in front of him, absently sketching, trying not to get too much pencil on his fingertips, and failing miserably.