At the Lamp-Post
Lanisen hurries through the woods, keeping to the cover of the trees and glancing up frequently. He looks like he passed a sleepless night.
Applebud scampers around the Lamp-post collecting nuts.
Lanisen veers toward her, glancing up again. “Applebud, Applebud, hey, what’re you doin’ out?”
Applebud glances up at Lanisen, holding up an acorn. “I wanted to gather some nuts for the Dragon in case he likes them.”
Lanisen says, “Ohhh boy, all right.” He drops to one knee. “If you see the dragon, I want you to hide, all right? Don’t try to talk to it. Don’t let it see you.”
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Meg and Sir Darrin,
There is a Dragon in Lantern Waste. There is a report from the northern guard going to the council that I am sure you will hear; I am watching Torgin write it right now and it will come by the same Bird, I think, but I wanted to write as well and tell you that nobody is hurt that I know of, and everybody is safe and looked after.
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You find yourself in a quiet, peaceful little meadow, sheltered to the west by the face of the Western Cliffs, and to the east by a particularly thick grove of trees. The grass grows tall and thick here, in clumps thick enough to make an enticing mouthful for any grazing beast. Between the trees and the cliffs, the meadow remains shaded enough to make it a nice, relaxing place to be.
A dragon with shimmering white scales and ice blue eyes is curled around a rusted kettle, its body a little smaller than a grown elephant. It is curiously snuffling the kettle and has a few dead birds by its right front paw.
Lanisen comes walking along the path from the north in the late evening, moving wearily. He doesn’t immediately register the absence of birdsong in the trees overhead, but he pauses uncertainly when he does, and takes another moment to turn the corner that brings him within sight of the meadow.
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I hope it is not too forward to write to you. I have been in Lantern Waste these last weeks, learning from one of the healers here. There are not as many people about here as there are in the castle and the village, but there are still a good many, and I had a thought talking with a Bird here about Prince Cor’s friends in Meahrdell.
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I hope you enjoy your time in Carmichael. It is a very beautiful part of the country, with so many mountains and hills and ripples in the land that even when you think you know it all it will still surprise you with something new. Please tell Cass hello for me, if you see her on the way there or back. She is working at the inn in Lancelyn Green.
I am curious about your mention of loose ends in Carmichael, but as I can’t see your face I am not sure if it is something I ought to ask after or not. Please consider the question asked, if it is something you want to talk about, or consider it let to fall if it is something you do not. Whatever it is, I hope you find the peace you are looking for.
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We are Carmichael. I came on a mission from Lady Astera and Abrielle and My sister Nessa expressed a wish to come so we are here now. I have not heard from you so I hope I am not presuming too much in writing. I am certain that you must be very busy learning all sorts of things in Narnia, and I hope my tone in my letter was not too strong. I truly wish for what is right and best for you.
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