to megren, 25 longsun 1017


Dear Meg,

I am on my way Home but I will be a little later than I planned. I stepped funny on a rock under the water when we were crossing the fords at Beruna a few days ago and hurt my foot a little. It is not very bad and I am well looked after so please do not worry. I am at the inn in the woods where we stayed in the Autumn, where we met Honeydrowse. I will be home next week or the week after.

Lanisen

history & memory & grace


In the Great Woods
Southern Narnia


You find yourself in the deep, vibrant forest that makes up the Great Woods of Narnia. All around you, trees and vines and bushes grow in great abundance, their leafy branches serving to block out a good deal of the sunlight that would trickle down from above. There are very few clear paths here upon which to walk, but at least you sense no real danger from the trees here. They seem to regard you with a detached curiosity, allowing you to pass by without impediment.

To the north, you can just make out the sparkling surface of the inlet of Glasswater through the dense foliage. The seawater adds a tang to the woodland scents that hang in the air here. To the south, the ground inclines sharply toward the mountains beyond, and a stone building sits nestled between two foothills. The sign above the door reads: The Splintered Axe Inn and Tavern.


Lanisen sits alone on the ground outside the inn in a puddle of sunshine that has broken through the trees, writing a letter. His left foot, extended in front of him, is bootless and wrapped up tightly in white cloth, as if it’s been hurt recently. A big black hound is flopped on his side next to him, asleep with his back pressing up against Lanisen’s leg.

Wintermoor makes his way into the clearing and towards the inn carrying with him the signs of travel.

Lanisen looks up at the sound of hooves, moving slightly in a way that suggests he’s about to get up before he changes his mind. He watches the path, keeping very still, and then breathes out in pleased relief and recognition when Wintermoor comes into view. The hound at his side raises his head.

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conflicting goals


Splintered Axe Tavern
The Great Woods
Southern Narnia


Lanisen can be heard cautiously clumping down the steps several moments before he actually steps through the door. He makes his way to the door, slightly disheveled and with a look of intense concentration on his face.

Crenna trots into the tavern, greeting the barkeep, “Hello Hergel. How’s my patient today?” As if on cue, her ears swivel to the sound of steps and her eyes widen. She picks up the pace to meet him at the door, “Lanisen! Hold onto my neck for support if you need.”

Lanisen says, slightly out of breath, “I’m okay, I’m okay, thank you.”

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bedside manners


The Splintered Axe Tavern
The Great Woods
Southern Narnia


You find yourself standing in a rustic tavern nestled deep in the Great Woods of Narnia. It appears to be much what you’d expect of such a tavern. It is not large, but there are several tables scattered about. They are rough-hewn, but clean. A beardless, young-looking dwarf can be seen behind the bar along the south wall, washing out mugs and taking orders from the patrons. The tavern appears to have a small but loyal clientele, made up mostly of talking woodland beasts.

There is a door behind the bar, but that appears to lead to private quarters.

A door to the west leads to the Inn, where travellers can stay for brief periods as they make their way from Archenland into Narnia or vice versa. The door leading out is north.


Lanisen is tucked away in a corner, trying to be invisible. This is made difficult by the massive black hound sitting on his haunches next to him, and also by the odd collection of walking sticks leaned up against the wall.

Crenna comes trotting into the inn, head to the ground. She seems like she is on a mission,

Lanisen sighs and reaches down to dig through the pack on the floor next to him. He surfaces with a notebook, which he flips through until he comes to a blank page. When the door opens, he glances up.

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delay


In the Great Woods
Southern Narnia


You find yourself in the deep, vibrant forest that makes up the Great Woods of Narnia. All around you, trees and vines and bushes grow in great abundance, their leafy branches serving to block out a good deal of the sunlight that would trickle down from above. There are very few clear paths here upon which to walk, but at least you sense no real danger from the trees here. They seem to regard you with a detached curiosity, allowing you to pass by without impediment.


Lanisen makes his way slowly through the woods with his horse and hound, on foot despite the horse. He’s leaning heavily on its neck, walking with an odd lopsided limp, and his face is pale and beaded out with sweat.

Caileana weaves through the trees on quiet paws, lifting her head to scent the air just before she notices Lanisen and his creatures.

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to megren, 18 longsun 1017


Dear Meg,

I’m sorry for taking so long to write back. It seems like there are always things happening here, or new people being friendly to talk to, or interesting trails that go places you don’t expect. Narnia is just as beautiful in Spring. I have not seen very many Dryads, and those I have seem to be very busy, but the Naiads are very playful just now. A Faun I have met has warned me off swimming with them, though it is not very likely I would have done anyway. He says they don’t mean any harm, but sometimes they don’t know their strength at this time of year and you could get tossed about and sent where you do not mean to go very easily, unless you are a very strong swimmer. The Otters looked like they were having fun, though.

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fast-paced advice


Caldron Pool
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Lanisen has found a sheltered, sunny nook in the rocks surrounding the pool to hide himself in. There’s a piece of blank parchment on his knees and a charcoal for writing in his hand, but he doesn’t look like he’s made much progress.

Pheeobe comes to the pool from the trees and begins lapping up the water with her tongue.

Chiltic bobs up and down as he flies along, chirping and tweeting away. He dives upon noticing some sweet, sweet nectar and happily feasts upon the flower’s delightful goodness.

Lanisen lifts his head from his task and watches the Wolf as she comes into his field of vision.

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passing by


Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


High up in the trees, a spotted Leopard lounges in the branches. She watches everything, the Dwarf and the pony not going unnoticed. The only indication that she is there is her long tail hanging from the tree, flicking back and forth.

Bracken catches the movement and his gaze follows the tail upward, surprised. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

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inevitable offense


Selale Basin
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Lanisen sits cross-legged in the sunshine near the pool, his back to a boulder and a letter unfolded in his lap. A large wolfhound is bounding around the basin area, snapping gleefully at grasshoppers.

A leopard with a long tail (Nimera) pads into the basin, her tail twitching back and forth. The human and dog stop her in her tracks as she stares at the newcomers. Her whiskers twitch as she observes in silence.

The wolfhound pauses what he is doing as the wind brings him Nimera’s scent. He tucks his tail and lowers his head and bares his teeth in a low growl.

Lanisen glances up in some alarm to see what has caught the hound’s attention. “Tohol, to me,” he says quickly when he’s found the Leopard, getting to his feet. “Here, now, come here.”

Nimera may look a bit affronted when the dog snarls at her. She flicks her tail, “I say, there is no need for snarls.” She sounds almost bored.

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unpacking correspondence


At the Base of the Watchtower
Lantern Waste
Northern Narnia


Jana comes out of the tower with a mildly disquisitive expression.

Lanisen follows the east path, ducking low-hanging branches, and steps out into the clearing around the front of the tower. He’s got his sleeves rolled up in concession to the sunny warmth of the day, not hiding his scars for once.

Jana calls out to him.

Lanisen glances up. He grins in greeting and picks up his pace.

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