One she's out into the snowy paths, Corella forgets her sulkiness and trots towards that path that leads around the lake – and, coincidentally, away from the beach where someone is building a base of sticks and straw for a bonfire.
AS they ride, Caspian mulls the problem over: is there a way? Is there somewhere, somehow, he can bring her to distract her from the season? He considers it as the arc of the lake comes into view, slate blue beneath the early winter sky.
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One she's out into the snowy paths, Corella forgets her sulkiness and trots towards that path that leads around the lake – and, coincidentally, away from the beach where someone is building a base of sticks and straw for a bonfire.
AS they ride, Caspian mulls the problem over: is there a way? Is there somewhere, somehow, he can bring her to distract her from the season? He considers it as the arc of the lake comes into view, slate blue beneath the early winter sky.