You can climb a ladder up to the sun.

Firstly, I'd like to apologize for anyone I met at the shore.

[Especially if he tried to drown you.]

Secondly, I wish to issue a warning: Destrier is loose. If you see him do not make any attempt to harness him. Call for Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, or myself. I cannot be anymore serious, do not attempt to apprehend my horse.

[Because that horse is trying to find other horses to eat.]

I had good reason to complain about today's decision to replace all manner of finery.

Now I do not.



[ooc: The photo is an attachment taken in handheld typical social networking style, without the text of course! Backdated to a couple hours before midnight!]

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Mau.

[Oh look, two Narnia royals. Arguing.]

I am the King of Narnia now and this blade is rightfully mine, gifted by the High King himself, dismissing any decree you may have.

I am in my rightful place by prescription and conquest and as the heir to the Telmarine throne.

You will have none of it.



[ooc: Let's pretend Caspian is beardless and they're not in a cave okay ;-;]

[Click. That's the sound of a Telmarine preparing a voice post, except oops this is a video feed.]

I do not see a problem with asking someone who might know better.

[Caspian says while setting the device down on a dresser. Know better about what, one might ask. He is barefoot and dressed in casual pants and a shirt. She is wearing a little sundress. Both are standing around a (poorly) half-assembled bed in her room as her stereo plays in the background.]

You will have to bring your music to a quiet...

[... ... ... A certain song starts. Dancing begins.]

( ooc )

[Hushed. For his own good perhaps.]

I need a little bit of help.

[The sound of someone putting bowls away, getting cooking utensils out.]

Now.

I have one. Does anyone else?

Is it midnight yet?

Perhaps all the clocks in the house are wrong.









[Long silent pause....]









Or not.

[Sigh.]

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.]