The past...well, Tirian can't say how long it's been; time is one of the things that has ceased to matter much. But however much time has passed, it has been as a deep, restful sleep after a long time waking, a feast after starvation ( Read more... )

More than a month in Milliways, and the House of Arch, and Tirian is still prone to fits of restlessness and wanting to be somwhere (home) doing something (fighting for Narnia, even if it means dying for her).

Currently he's prowling the House's library, hoping to combat the feeling by finding something interesting to read.

Maybe it's simply because of the good associations the place holds for him ( Read more... )

It's not uncommon in Milliways for a Bound patron used to having much more space than the bar and its outer area provide to get restless and edgy.

Tirian is currently learning this the hard way.

So, he's exploring the far side of the lake and the edge of the woods, trying not to let the feeling get to him.

The room he's obtained suits his tastes as well as anything he could have chosen for himself. The furnishings are well-made and elegant, but designed primarily for use, and not overly ornate--fitting for a warrior king ( Read more... )

This is what it comes to, then ( Read more... )