[au] Narnia and the North

[the_seafarer]

There's a chill bite to the air, these days. The horses have been growing out their winter coats, and they look shaggy and plump as Caspian turns them out into the paddocks. Behind the stables, in the makeshift woodshop he'd cobbled together, the sleigh from his drawings is starting to come together. 

He hopes he'll have it finished by Christmas. With a little luck, and maybe some assistance, he thinks it should be possible. The tack, he's largely left up to Susan's devices, though he'd commission Gimli the dwarf for the various buckles and other metal pieces they'll need.

Once the horses are turned out, he gets to his other morning chores with a will, whistling cheerfully as he does. The stable stays strangely quiet around him. It takes him the better part of an hour to realize the strangeness is because he's become accustomed to Susan's cheerful presence working alongside him, talking or humming or simply working in companionable silence. 

Caspian pauses in his task – refilling the grain chest – and looks around. Susan's nowhere to be seen, and when he later wanders through the stables, checking each stall and outside, he can't find her there, either.

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[sai_delgado]

This is the strangest night, for all that it feels right in some undefinable way. Alain glances at ‘Bert, and although he’s the one with the touch, his friend might as well be reading his mind when he answers that look aloud. “Might as well. It’s not like either of us is going to cry off now, aye?”

“Yar,” Alain agrees, and follows as Cuthbert hops to his feet and strolls over to Susan, Caspian, and the Lion.

[the_seafarer]

Aslan is quiet and relaxed against them, and Caspian breathes deep, feeling the calm strength of the Lion seeping through him. He leans back and looks up at the sky, resting his head on Aslan's gently moving ribs, and runs his thumb over Susan's fingers. With the horror and strain of the night slipping away, he feels only tired and curious about what's to come.

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Caspian's on one side of Susan, and he settles on her other side, with Alain by him, cautiously leaning back against the Lion. Cuthbert decides very quickly that he shouldn't think too hard about any of that. Of course, in the process of carefully not thinking about things, other things come spilling right out of his mouth unchecked.

"How did you know?" He tilts his head a little to look toward the Lion's face.

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Aslan's tail flicks, and his mane ruffles gently in the garden breeze. "Bird and bear and hare and fish," he intones, in his low and rich and rumbling voice. "I hear the prayers you make to your fathers. And those lifted to me."

Caspian is quiet for a moment, then rolls his head to look towards Susan and the gunslingers. "I thought I glimpsed him, yesterday," he murmurs. "We'd spoken, once, in my cabin on the Treader, on a day when I – when I needed to hear him. So I went there again, and asked."

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Susan leans her head against Caspian's shoulder, at that. "While I were speaking with Drinian," she murmurs, realizing. "Aye?"

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"Yes," he admits. "But he didn't come just because I asked."

Who knows why Aslan decides to intervene, and why he sometimes does not? The Lion doesn't clarify, only goes on looking up at the now peaceful harvest moon.

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Cuthbert peers quickly at the Lion, but doesn't see any reaction to Caspian's statement. "I guess the Beam works a lot more clearly in Narnia, or something."

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"Narnia is his world," Caspian says, easily, as if this explains everything. "He's in all of them, but Narnia is the one he sang into being."

[sai_delgado]

"Ah." From Alain's expression, this explains a great deal. "Like Eddie and Susannah's world is Keystone Rose."

"Oh," Susan breathes, understanding. "I kennit."

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Caspian shrugs, uncertain what they mean, but willing to accept the understanding that's on all of their faces. Behind them, Aslan makes a rumbling sound that's half chuckle, half purr, but says nothing. "Another world of the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve," he marvels. "So many more than I ever imagined."

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"Eddie tells it well," Susan murmurs softly to Caspian, in response to that shrug. "He were the one explained it all to me. We'll talk with him, an'ye like; I'd just make a muddle of it."

Meanwhile, Cuthbert grins at Aslan. "We're persistent."

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"I'd like that," Caspian tells her. "I liked Eddie a great deal."

Aslan growls low in his chest; it sounds amused. "Brave, persistent, and complex all."

Caspian laughs. "And flawed, I suppose," he adds, then looks curiously at Cuthbert. "Was your world round, like the Pevensies', too?"

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Cuthbert shakes his head. "Our world turns around the Dark Tower. Well, all worlds do, may it do ya, but the Tower stands based in our world."

He glances over at Alain. "You should--" Alain shakes his head and offers a lazy grin. "Say on. Vannay'd be proud."

Cuthbert rolls his eyes at him and turns back to Caspian. "So no, not like the Pevensies' world, if theirs is like Eddie's, that is. Do they have 'planes'?"

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Caspian considers this for a moment, then nods his head. "That was something Eustace would mention," he tells them. "Great metal birds, like dragons? But meant for warfare."

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"And travel," Cuthbert adds. "From what Eddie's said, you can get on a 'plane' in one city and go to another on the other side of the world in a matter of hours."

His grin is brilliant. "Have to say I wouldn't mind trying that myself."

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Caspian tries to picture it, and simply can't.

"Wouldn't you go upside down?"

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"The world bends," Cuthbert explains. "Hold a moment--"

He rolls to his feet, careful not to push off from the Lion's side, and goes to rummage in his pack. "Ha, knew I brought it!" As he come back to resume his seat, he tosses Caspian the wiggly-stranded ball that Lilly had given him. Susan laughs. "Why did'ee bring that along, 'Bert?"

"Good thing I did," he counters, amused. "Look there - if each of those strands is a person standing on a round world, and the end of each is their head, then for them it's always 'up' from the center they're standing on, see it?" He leans forward across Susan, snagging a blade of grass as he does, and draws the tip of it in the air over the koosh ball. "And if that's how a plane flies, when it lands again, it's 'up' too, because the world spins on beneath it while it's in the air above."

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Caspian considers the strange ball with bemused curiosity. He has no idea what it's even made of, or how they managed to produce so many colors. "I think I see," he hazards, but it still seems strange to him.

"That ball is very strange."

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"It's his namesake." Susan giggles, and reaches to catch Caspian's wrist, holding it up so that Aslan can see if he wants. "Lilly gave it to him. She calls it a 'koosh' ball, and him Kooshbert."

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Caspian has the sudden impulse to throw the ball and see if Aslan will pounce after it, but keeps the mental image to himself. "What's it made of?" he asks, bewildered, running a finger over the strands.

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Cuthbert shrugs. "You'd have to ask her - Alain?"

Alain eyes it, then shakes his head. "Much strange stuff in her world. One of the 'plastics', mayhap," he suggests, pronouncing it carefully.

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"Perhaps," Caspian agrees, and passes it back to Cuthbert. "Either way, I thank you for the lesson."

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"Ye'll be a teacher yet," Alain observes, and Cuthbert snorts a laugh at the idea. He tosses the ball up in the air and catches it again, quick reflexes making it a simple game. Susan watches, leaning her head back against Aslan's side, the gold of her hair blending with the deeper gold of his coat.

After a moment, she tips her head back to look up at the Lion. "Are thee comfortable still?" she asks, softly.

[the_seafarer]

That rumbling vibration against which they recline increases; he's amused, Caspian thinks. "Yes," the Lion tells her. "You are all welcome to rest on me, children. I welcome it. Even I do not like always to be alone."

[sai_delgado]

Reassured, Susan does just that, leaning against him once more. As she does, she gives Caspian a soft, wondering smile, one that's full of quiet contentment.

Alain tilts his head back to look up at the stars. "Time's off," he says, after a little consideration. "Morning'll come when it comes."