day 1: following the white stag


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.


A dwarf with a military bearing (Bracken) stands by the feasting table, helping himself to liberal servings of everything.

A faun with a green scarf (Wilder) sits quietly in a corner playing his pan pipes.

Lanisen sits with his back against a tree, his arms looped loosely around his updrawn knees, people-watching with great interest.

Bracken leaves the table and searches for a spot to sit, settling in near Lanisen.

Wilder is so busy playing his tune he barely notices anything else.

Lanisen glances at the Dwarf, then glances again, one eye slightly squinted as if he’s trying to place the face.

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festival, night 3


Fruited Copse
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia


Edmund is standing speaking to Aliyah. His face and hair are wet and his collar looks to be slightly damp, but he looks to be in good spirits.

Aliyah looks amused while speaking to Edmund. She’s overly full and also seems like she might fall over at any time from food-induced fatigue.

Lanisen walks through the orchard, following the general stream of merrymaking, though he seems to be alone for the moment.

Leon waves over to the newcomer. “Good evening, friend! Join us!”

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crabbing


Library
Cair Paravel
Eastern Narnia


Lanisen is sitting alone at one of the back tables, hunched comfortably over a book.

Susan sweeps into the room, dress trailing. She doesn’t notice that anyone else is present, and runs her fingers along the spines on a particular bookshelf, humming.

Lanisen is too absorbed to even notice anybody else in the room for a moment, but he glances up at the humming. He gets quickly to his feet, his head ducked respectfully.

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familiar strangers


Central Garden
Cair Paravel


You can easily discern this as the center of the royal gardens – a great fountain decorates the courtyard’s center point. It is a scuplture of a grand lion, standing over the water’s edge. This lion is not insignifigant though – it is an artist’s tribute to the ruler of all Narnia, and a portrait of a noble character.

At all four points of the compass a paved path leads to the corners of the courtyard, North, East, South and West. To the east lies the entrance to the grand hall of Cair Paravel, and to the west, the gates of the castle. North and South lead to flower gardens, where one might sit for a spell.


A dog with curly ears and a curly irish setter tail can be seen in the center of the courtyard chasing butterfies and her tail, and is quite at ease.

Lanisen has found a bench a little out of the way of the main paths to curl up with a book. As the dog’s gamboling brings her into his line of sight, he glances up to watch, grinning. After a moment, though, he squints one eye and tilts his head to the side, as though trying to remember something just out of reach.

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royal encounter


The Beach near Sted Cair
Eastern Narnia


This stretch of beach is quiet, largely abandoned except for the occasional shorebird. Perfectly clear blue water surges up in rhythmic waves to meet the smooth shore, fine golden sand studded with seashells. The water is gentle and fairly shallow for some distance out, though a darkening in the color suggests an abrupt drop-off of the ground below the surface. The beach is sheltered by a series of towering sea-stacks to the southeast and by the the peninsula to the north, on which the castle of Cair Paravel sits with all its windows glittering in the sun. The beach gets progressively rockier to the south, where smooth sand gives way gradually to tide pools and boulders.

A sandy little-trodden path leads southwest up the slope to the main road, and the beach is clear all the way to the castle to the north.


Megren walks docilely between the knight and the kennel-keep as they approach the beach, squinting a little into the low morning sun, but when the ocean comes into reasonable distance she drops the clasp of her hands from behind her back and picks up her pace, running up to the littoral and chasing along the tide, not unlike a happy dog.

Darrin smiles widely as Megren runs towards the waterline, following along behind her more sedately.

Lanisen draws in a glad breath and takes a moment to look. He follows behind them both, stopping to inspect any interesting shells and rocks that present themselves and taking a detour to peer into a tide pool.

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