arrival


Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Lanisen is kneeling on the outskirts of the clearing, digging through a pack. A stolid old gelding grazes on the new sweet grass under the trees, and a soaking wet wolfhound gallops in cheerful circles, pausing occasionally to shake itself with great vigor.

Skarlieth comes into view overhead from the north. As his flight curves into a wide circle, he lets out a cry to announce himself before beginning to descend.

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day 3: over and done


Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste


Peridot’s eyes follow his toward the tent and then go back to the Prince. She bows again. “Thank you, your highness. I want to do my part for their Majesties as well. They have been good to us beasts.”

Cor says, “I’m sure we — I’m sure we all want that.” He takes a breath. “Lord Peridan might be better to talk to.”

Peridan ducks out of the tent, rubbing his forehead for a moment before straightening his shoulders and walking toward the fire where the others are gathered.

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squirrels and eagles


Fruited Copse
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


The Narnian wilds are more open here, full of life and bounty. Chains of cranberries and acorns have been hung up, stringing from branch to branch, a seeming dare to the intrepid Squirrel. Lanterns have been set up in convenient places, casing made from turnips and candle stubs, and some industrious creature’s hard work at carving openings for the light to pour from.

Under the pear tree sits a huge feasting table, laden with everything good and in season. There are squash of all varieties, potatoes roasted, mashed, and boiled, a pile of nuts more enormous than seems quite safe or possible, kale and fresney in every form, soups and stews, venison and rabbit and fish, and of course, several apple, quince, and nutty pies.


Meka is having a very animated conversation with Applebud in the midst of those gathered.

Applebud can be seen to be chittering very excitedly to Meka.

Darrin comes into view among the crowd.

Lanisen follows along with Darrin, his hands in his pockets. He seems interested in everything.

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farsighted


Outside the Twin Oaks Inn
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


An eagle of large and imposing stature approaches from above. With the heavy beating of large wings and a screech announcing his arrival, he touches down.

Zephyrwind says, looking pleasantly surprised, “Greetings, Son of Adam!” Catching sight of a squirrel, he says, “Please excuse me.” He pounces, but the squirrel gets away. He looks slightly disappointed. “Oh well, I wasn’t exactly starving.”

Lanisen is sitting on the bench outside the inn, a cup of tea cooling next to him. He looks up in slightly alarmed surprise from his book at the noise of the Eagle’s descent, and straightens as he lands. “Er, hello,” he answers, watching the squirrel with somewhat morbid interest.

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