Could someone point us the way to Narnia?

[actually_a_king]

Who: Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, possibly others?
What: It's NAAAAAARNIA! o wait.
Where: In the part of the oasis where people keep appearing from the ground.
When: Wednesday, during the day

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[actually_a_king]

Edmund turned --

And stopped short.

It wasn't Susan. Well, it was and it wasn't. She looked -- well, she looked older. More dignified, and really just different in a strange, stiff way.

Oh, well. Maybe it was the journey across to America or something.

"I wonder where the others are," said Edmund. "Didn't Aslan say you weren't coming back?" And his eyes were already roaming around the clearing. He could smell the desert, even if the sand around weren't enough to be able to tell what kind of place this was. At least they'd landed in an oasis and not among the dunes.

[wreckedbytrain]

"I don't care what that old ball of fur and fangs said. I'm here, aren't I?" She assumed it was one of the Lone Islands. "For all I know, he was being very specific and decided I couldn't be friends with the new king."

Yes, she was bitter and a bit tart. No, she wasn't going to assume this was her Edmund.

"What are you?"

[actually_a_king]

"You seemed pretty sure," said Edmund, heading towards one of the more craggy rock faces. If he could get up there, maybe see a little farther... "And I don't think he'd like you calling him an old ball of fur and fangs."

Right. He could climb this.

"According to you?" he asked. "Your annoying little brother. Does this look climbable to you?"

[wreckedbytrain]

"Yes, fine. maybe you can see what's near here from a higher vantage point and tell me where I ended up this time around." She shooed at him almost absently. Go climb the rocks, what was the worst that could happen? He'd fall and break his neck. Still wouldn't be as horrific a mess as losing your head in a train wreck.

"You're too young to be my little brother. Edmund was nineteen when he died. You can stop playing pretend now, I don't believe in it any more." There was a seriousness, a measured weight to her words. She wasn't really speaking to the figure trying to scale the rocks but the place in general. No more, please. This is quite enough, thank you.

[actually_a_king]

Edmund's hand slipped, a little, on the rock, and he caught himself. Craned his head around, to look down at Susan.

"Hang on," he said. "I did what?"