Red is for Faith
Notes: I own nothing. This is a spin-off of "The Untold Tales of Tumnus and Lucy" Part Five: "The Tradition of Wearing Scarves" and Part Seven: Red Glass Bottle" so I suggest reading those before this or else you'll be confused.
Summary: A short drabble concerning Tumnus, at a young age, wonders why his mother chose red.
Tumnus stood behind his father as he watched him place a small brown glass bottle on his wife's gravestone. He knew that the tradition stated that the surviving spouse was to use the Color that the deceased had been given in life, while the children were to use the one that had been given to them. When his father stood beside him, Tumnus placed his own red bottle on the grave.
The walk back home was a quiet one as it always was when returning from her grave. Looking back Tumnus saw the three red and three brown bottles stand out next tot eh white snow all around.
Sitting in his room later that night, his mind wondering why she had chosen red. Faith. It seemed like such a silly thing. Didn't a Faun already have faith? His father's choice, gentleness and bravery, he had no qualms over, but something about her choice puzzled him.
He had complained once, only once, to his father and the award was losing a week's worth of flute practice, which was an extreme loss since he treasured those lessons above almost everything that he held dear.
"You will understand in time," his father always said to him, "She knew what she was doing."
It was many years later when as he watched a small girl run towards a land called Spare Oom and then down to his red scarf that he finally understood.
Red is for faith.