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[treadingdawn]

[Click.]

[Is this for real?]

[Why yes. Yes it is.]



Hello. Um, this is Caspian--

[BEEEEEEEEEEEP. Sultry woman's voice:]

Hola. Caspian del buzón de voz está roto. Esta es su refrigerador.
Por favor, hable muy despacio y voy a mantener su mensaje a mi mismo con un imán!
Gracias.

[BEEP. End automated message.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

"I would not let my photograph escape me," Caspian says in a manner that almost makes it an oath, which to some extent it is. Were he to have his own copy of such a photograph he would keep it near him and do what he can to make sure it returns to Narnia with him when he must go. Not if, when. And from what he's seen, photographs are far easier to transport than a painting, not to mention more comfortable where sitting is concerned.

Rather than make a people chain, he continues to work on snowflakes, angling the blades in such a way that each cut commits to his memory so he can learn from all the pieces and make a snowflake that resembles a flower.

"Do they," Caspian asks, distracted at first by what appears to be a more lotus-shaped snowflake in his hands. Then he looks up to Susan and quirks a brow. "Trousers and skirts... at the same time," he says while laughing--oh this time the rib hurts, but it's brief. Perhaps it's karma for laughing because by all technicalities, Caspian has also worn breeches under a brown wrap.

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[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

"Neither would I." She'd know just where to place it. It would be carefully folded in a kind of pouch. The sort that were worn in Narnia for precious things. A locket would be too small. Susan would wear it all the time in the City. Just in case.

Now that he mentioned it, Susan laughs at her own mistake. She might have seen one girl do something like that once. That only makes it more funny. Seeing that he's hurt his ribs, Susan tries to hold it in. Likely helping to stop Caspian from hurt. "You know what I mean."

Those snow flakes are taking on a brand new demeanor entirely with Caspian's hand in them. The house will look wonderful when they're done!