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[treadingdawn]

I apologize, Pilot, I do not think the poetry is working for me. Otherwise, I have found a good way to keep my mind from dwelling on the events of this week.

I find myself thinking of home and turn my attention to Cair Paravel. I wish to rebuild what thirteen hundred years have torn down and restore its glory as the Seat of the Court. With the Pevensies here I could ask them to describe the castle to me. I would be delighted to hear of its marvel from the lips of those who last lived it. I would make some additions as well, I cannot ignore an entire heritage over the tyranny of a few. Perhaps a compass rose with gold inlay along the halls or birds of prey along the towers would suffice. There should be an orchard or two or five and a grand courtyard. My main quarters will face the sea and I will keep carnations at my windows.

I wonder if I should rebuild their quarters. Is it an honorable gesture or a hopeless one? Two are to return by His word so I would like to be prepared for them, and I would be a poor friend to not extend the gesture to their brother and sister. I wonder how different each room would be from the other. They are siblings, certainly, but they are all very individual. I would not allow anyone to use these rooms beyond tending to daily maintenance, I would not even visit them myself. I do not think I could. ... But that isn't befitting of a citadel at all, it's befitting of a tomb. The Kings and Queens of Old should be celebrated not mourned. I will keep that loss to myself where it belongs.

I can plan all these things and still have to question: in the future, where will I be?

.... ..... [Click.]

Comments

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It was a bad attempt at some kind of joke, but it's not a bad idea now that he thinks of it. Hand motion of dismissal.]

It's nothing.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The seed has been sown.]

I could if you wished it and I will tell you the next time I share it with anyone else which will not be anytime soon. Unless it is your family, and only with your permission.

I am running my mouth again.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't object if you did.

[Vague? Vague?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

They are your family, although Edmund and I have taken to calling each other 'brother' I believe I could speak with him. I do not recommend I tell Susan.

[No inner monologue and he's considering it.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'll handle it then.

[Just no telling of when. Oh, Susan.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Are you certain you want them to know at all, Peter?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[If he had a mustache he'd be stroking it.]

The conversation would be awkward at best, but it's only fair to them. They wouldn't keep something of that nature a secret from me, and it's only fair I act in the same manner.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He could have one were he older and in need of a shave.]

That is true.

[But now excited Caspian is excited and he takes Peter's hand for a squeeze and a kiss to the corner of the mouth. It's like asking to see Narnians.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter is much less excited, but Caspian's mood is contagious and Peter gives a quick peck back. He'll figure this all out sometime.]