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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...
Cuddly:
The small Leopard cubs were too cuddly to ignore. Lucy happily scooped them into her lap and cooed over them. Two of the cubs batted at her fingers and chewed on the ribbon she dangled for them, but the smallest cub was content to cuddle in the soft velvet of her skirts.
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Dare:
Oreius crossed his arms and glared at the cheeky little pest. "Alambiel, what possessed you to do this?"
"You dared me."
"And exactly how does telling you not to get up to any mischief equate to being a dare?"
Alambiel made a point of looking around his now ribbon-festooned quarters then gave him a guileless look. "You said not to, Kentauri. Besides pink, lime green, and purple are supposed to be happy colors. And I'll be going now."
"SEPPHORA!"
Oreius chased after the pest intent on throwing her into the ocean. Then she would remove every one of the ribbons.
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Ordinary:
He was just an ordinary boy. He could barely keep his family from falling apart. How could he be meant to rule a country? He was just an ordinary boy but when he recalled Aslan's words from before the coronation… He knew he was just an ordinary boy but with Aslan's aid and blessing, he could handle this extraordinary task.
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Fragile:
Fragile. Even after thirteen years, it wasn't a word Peter would use to describe Oreius. But as the Centaur lay with his lifeblood slowly, indelibly staining the stony ground of Ettinsmoor, he could think of no other way to describe his condition. Aslan help them if another Giant blundered across their hideaway. Peter exchanged a grim look with his brother. "He needs help."
"I know."
Peter was certain that the only reason Oreius still clung to life was for Kat's sake. The shelf would be just enough protection. Oreius' current fragility hammered home the need to find help and soon.
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Drawer:
A scream split the air, drawing guards and two of Narnia's sovereigns to Queen Susan's quarters. The Gentle Queen was pale as she forced herself to peek inside the desk drawer. The mice were still there. Her eyes narrowed as she looked from Peter to Lucy. "Where is he?"
Lucy bit her lip. "Umm."
Peter squirmed when his sister's gaze pinned him in place. "He might be in his room."
Susan marched out of her quarters. "Edmund Alexander Pevensie! You come back here!"
Dragging him back, she watched from a safe distance as her brother disposed of the drawer.
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Mitten:
Lucy's cheeks were red from the cold by the time she arrived at the snow-covered glade. She laughed and clapped her mittened hands as the dancing began. It didn't take long for her to join the fun. It took even less time for her to slip off her mittens and give them to a little Nymph whose hands were chilled. By the time Oreius and her guard discovered what she had done, Lucy's small hands felt like ice. The General merely shook his head and then slipped his own warm gloves onto her hands before they returned home.
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Quill:
Alambiel twirled the quill idly as she read over her response to Oreius' latest letter. She grinned then jotted down a quick 'p.s.' before setting the quill aside. She could only imagine his reaction when he read that last bit. His most likely reaction also meant it was good thing they had half of Narnia between them at the moment.
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Late:
"Hurry, we're going to be late."
Edmund made a face. "We can hardly be late, Lu. We're the guests of honor. It's not like they can start without us."
His sister grinned. "Oh then you don't want to be first in line for that chocolate cake, Brother?"
"Forsooth, Sister, we should make haste." Edmund offered Lucy his arm then hurried as quickly as she could keep up down to the doors leading to Lune's dining hall. He could deal with Rabadash later.
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Tame:
"That is your idea?"
Alambiel crossed her arms, feeling somewhat defensive. "And what's wrong with it?"
The Kentauri hesitated then offered, "It is...tame compared to your usual suggestions."
"You think a suggestion to dump jelly and bread crumbs on a bunch of diplomats is tame?"
He nodded.
"Wow, I really was a terror with my pranks, wasn't I?"
He nodded again.
Alambiel considered. "Well, I guess I'll just have to plan something less tame." The look of dismay in Oreius' dark eyes made her laugh. She had no doubt he now regretted mentioning such a word as 'tame.'
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Woebegone:
"You look rather woebegone, Ed."
Edmund glared at his brother. "You'll look the same come tomorrow."
Peter just laughed. "Me? I thought it was perhaps the continued and persistent affections of Freddie and Teddie that brought you so low in spirits, brother mine."
"Very funny, Pevensie, very funny." Edmund crossed his arms and raised his chin. "Susan decided that we have to 'be polite and make amends for Suki and Atuki's misbehavior' by escorting Teddie and Freddie to the banquet tomorrow night."
It was with great satisfaction that he witnessed Peter's smile and most of his color drain away. "Susan!"
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