I wouldn't expect him to if he has let you do all of the talking until this point, but I have lived most of my life away from other Talking Horses, and I have found that some of the others can be decent company without having words.
[Bree, if he found out, would probably tell Caspian something along the lines of, "You didn't honestly expect him to think that deeply, did you?"]
You haven't heard of Fledge? He is the father of all flying horses. You see, when Narnia was created, Aslan called all of the animals to him, and among them was a horse who had come from London, which I am told is in the world from which the High King and his brother and sisters hail. Aslan chose a number of these animals to become Talking Beasts, so when the boy who had come from London with Fledge--who was called Strawberry then--needed aid in protecting Narnia from the White Witch, Aslan asked of Fledge if wished to have wings. That's not the sort of thing you say "no" to, and Aslan bade the wings to grow and gave Fledge his new name.
[Bree is more than happy to share his stories. He loves telling tales of Narnia, and especially of its heroes and horses.]
Fledge is every bit as real as King Frank and Queen Helen and the White Witch herself. Narnia would have had more than a hundred years of winter if he had not carried a Son of Adam and a Daughter of Eve to the garden where Aslan told them a special apple could be found, one that gave root to a tree that kept the witch out for good long while.
[Which is probably wise, because Bree's shock and temper might get the better of him.]
She was defeated before I was foaled, but my mother remembered her. There were no holidays in Narnia then. It was a hard time to live there, cut off from our neighbors, with even the trees afraid of spies. My mother told me that things were especially difficult for the Narnians who did not live in burrows or caves or houses, with so much snow and ice and cold threatening day after day. She didn't like to speak of it. I think she only told me so that I would understand what a wonderful thing it was when Aslan returned and the ground began to thaw.
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:16 am (UTC)[Nevermind that one incident in which the pony defected. Surely it was unintentional.]
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:20 am (UTC)[Bree, if he found out, would probably tell Caspian something along the lines of, "You didn't honestly expect him to think that deeply, did you?"]
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:26 am (UTC)Have you met Romeo's Cielo? He is a horse with wings. He may have many stories to tell of the sky.
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:35 am (UTC)[He enjoys Bree's stories of a Narnia that's 'bygone' to him, though Caspian isn't one to gush about it either.]
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:42 am (UTC)[Bree is more than happy to share his stories. He loves telling tales of Narnia, and especially of its heroes and horses.]
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Date: 2008-06-23 03:16 am (UTC)[He doesn't have the heart to tell Bree such stories were heresy for him.]
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Date: 2008-06-23 03:24 am (UTC)[Which is probably wise, because Bree's shock and temper might get the better of him.]
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Date: 2008-06-23 03:44 am (UTC)I have read of such stories. Would you tell me more of the winter and the witch?
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Date: 2008-06-23 03:57 am (UTC)She was defeated before I was foaled, but my mother remembered her. There were no holidays in Narnia then. It was a hard time to live there, cut off from our neighbors, with even the trees afraid of spies. My mother told me that things were especially difficult for the Narnians who did not live in burrows or caves or houses, with so much snow and ice and cold threatening day after day. She didn't like to speak of it. I think she only told me so that I would understand what a wonderful thing it was when Aslan returned and the ground began to thaw.
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