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Summary: Assorted moments from the Golden Age...
A/N: This is set in my A Light in the Darkness universe, but this can be read as a standalone.
A/N2: So, WillowDryad and I got together to do a Random Word Challenge set in one of my favorite Narnian time periods, the Golden Age. This is what I dreamed up. Be sure to check hers out too! Enjoy!
More Assorted Moments...
Nest:
Lucy giggled then hurriedly smothered the sound as she watched her brothers bickering in whispers while pointing at the pile of shredded socks and fine linen undertunics in the middle of Peter's bed. Perhaps she should have been more careful when agreeing to Mrs. Whistletook's request for a safe place to have her first litter. But the dear little Skunk had been so sweet and nervous about her request that she hadn't even thought of it. Besides, her babies were quite cute. And she did promise to move as soon as her kits were old enough to see.
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Tea Pot:
Oreius thought Alambiel looked a little nervous as she tilted the teapot at a precise angle to pour the drinks, taking care not to spill a single drop. But, he had every confidence that she would impress the matriarch of his herd. How could she not? After all, it was well agreed upon within his herd that it would take an exceptional mare to catch his eye…and there was none more exceptional than Alambiel.
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System:
"What did you do?"
Peter held his hands up innocently. "It wasn't me, Su, honest."
His sister merely glared at him with a ferocity that made her title of "Gentle" seem a cruel prank meant to lure in the unwary. "I had the perfect system already planned out for this meeting with the Tarkheena and you allowed it to be destroyed in five minutes."
He offered a hesitant grin. "What can I do to fix it, Su?"
"Go delay the Tarkheena."
He never should have let Edmund talk him into carrying a squirming Leopard cub into the solarium.
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Faith:
Faith was more powerful than any might realize. Faith…made the traitor a King. Faith brought the end to the bitterness in his young heart and planted the resolve to be Just. Faith allowed him to stare into the eyes of a friend now lost and hope that she would yet be restored.
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Limit:
There was a limit to how many social functions she was allowed to dodge a year, but this time as she enjoyed Oreius' undivided and undisguised attention as her declared suitor, Katerina Alambiel conceded that it wasn't that bad. As the dance ended, Oreius pulled her close then kissed her. No, it wasn't bad at all.
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Tongue:
Edmund gagged as the foul excuse for a soup hit his tongue. He turned his head away, trying to avoid the spoon. Unfortunately, his self-appointed nursemaid was persistent. "Come on, Ed. You got to eat this. I sent the Owl to summon the patrol. But, even the healers won't be able to help you if you don't keep your strength up."
Edmund nearly choked as the barely feasible anomaly that was Peter's mystery broth assaulted his tongue again. Oh Lion, he hoped the patrol found them before Peter's broth finished what the Harpy started.
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Midget:
"Why do I have to go first?"
"Because you're a midget."
Edmund glared. "I am not a midget. Some of us are normal-sized."
"You're short and skinny, which means you'll fit in this tunnel easier than me."
"I'm not skinny. I'm lean and wiry. Not all of us are built like a huge lummox, Peter."
His brother nodded. "That's precisely why you're crawling in after Atuki."
"Blast!"
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Lodger:
It was not often that the people of the small Archenlandish village of Westbow were distracted by the lodgers at the Dancing Boar inn. Indeed, they had boasted Narnians as odd as Fauns and Satyrs along with Calormene, Sisemaalians, and even a few Zelaians. But, the night when a tall woman with white-streaked blonde hair and a huge Centaur appeared still lived on in whispered stories by the inn's hearth. They had come together and left together, those odd lodgers. The old innkeeper only gave a toothless grin when questioned, for his strangest lodgers had been the most generous.
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Noise:
The noise of a steady heartbeat filled her ears. She looked up and met Oreius' fond gaze. "You didn't have to carry me. You could have woken me up."
His grip around her tightened and he kissed her forehead. "I did not have to, but I very much wanted to carry you, my love."
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Sand:
Sand swirled across her bare feet as Alambiel picked her way down the beach. The sea seemed so tranquil in comparison to her jumbled thoughts. She looked back at her footprints and wondered when someone else's footprints would walk beside hers. She felt as though someone had once upon a time, but she could not pry that memory loose.
He watched, unnoticed as she walked further down the beach. Aslan willing, one day he would rejoin her on those walks, but for now, he could only watch over her from afar.
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