Hello, everyone! This is my first Narnia fiction, and my first 100 word drabble. This could be a dangerous combination. This story is basically fluff. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warm in the Winter
Snow fell softly in light flakes floating downward to settle on the already fallen snow. It was winter again, cold and bitter with very little sunshine. Tumnus often remarked that it was his least favorite time of the year. He found it far too rigid and frozen, much too lonely for his liking. Yet, winter was not all bad. There was ice-skating, snowball fights, and Christmas. He could have hot tea and cakes with sardines, and spring was waiting just around the corner. But best of all, there would be Lucy, and that was enough to warm any winter.