Voice Post//The Library

[treadingdawn]

... I am without a horse. Where might I find one?

[ooc: Assume all replies on his end are audio!]

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[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

Yes. Terribly vexing, that. I should like to think Aslan might intercede on our behalf, but he never does for you, does he? You're meant to find the path yourself.

It is pleasure to meet another who knows of Narnia. Where is your home?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It seems then that my path should lead to you, Bree, another Narnian in a day.

[Brief pause.]

I lived along the Great River.

[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

Another Narnian? I've met no others save you, though there was a musician who knew of Aslan.

[Blows air through his nostrils--more a huff than a snort--and shakes his mane, relaxing into the conversation.]

To the north, then.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

What do you know of Telmar?

[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

My old master--that is, the Tarkaan who kept me in his stables in Calormen--claimed that the Calormenes colonized it seven hundred years ago. The campaigns never took us that far west.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It is good to know then that Narnia has been better to you, Bree.

[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

Better than what?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I am recently returned from battle and do not mean to raise solemn thoughts, Bree. You have my apologies.

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[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

A battle? In Narnia? Rabadash can't have been so foolish. Was it the Giants again?

[noflatterer.livejournal.com]

No ... never mind. You may tell me later. You sound young for a human. Still a colt, aren't you? You must be tired ... but after you've rested, will you tell me of Narnia as you left it?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A bit. And it would be an honor to share tales with you, Bree.