3. One of the friends of Narnia (or a Narnian, if you like) learns their colours.
The world had been white for as long as she could remember; every time she stepped from her tree, that was all she saw. She'd heard from the older trees that the world had once been blue skies, green forests, brown roots, and black dirt. But her world had always been white. For most of her life she had been sleeping.
But when the earth shook itself awake, slipping out from the blanket of winter, Sumirre stepped from her tree and looked at the world anew.
Her constant companion, the Bluebird that nested in her branches, landed on her shoulder and chirped a happy greeting.
"And hello to you. Tell me, your feathers—what colour are they?"
"Blue, blue as the sky!"
Sumirre looked up and marvelled. The sky had been blue before, but she'd almost never looked up, slipping from tree-trunk to tree-trunk. She drew in a breath and bent to touch the ground, slipping her fingers over the soft petals of smaller plants. "And these?"
"Pink, pink as a rabbit's nose!"
They took a walk together, naming colour after colour, calling greetings to the other stirring trees. They walked on, out of the forest, and up a hill. When they reached the top Sumirre paused, looking down, and caught her breath.
Something wondrous walked below, something large, four-footed, and majestic. Someone, not something. Someone who was the essence of warmth.
"What colour is that?" she breathed in a whisper, and her friend heard her and answered.
"Gold."
A/N: I had an idea to write Caspian learning his colours with his nurse, running over the castle each day to identify one colour per day (red being Miraz's face), and ending each day with a tale of Old Narnia with that colour, but…I don't have it in me to write a long, nor actual story yet. But I thought someone might appreciate the thought.