song for Luna

[suncolors]

☾ And we aren't all that we seem, but we are more than we know.
(Caspian)
☾ Is that who you are? To think we never needed to say hello.
(Caspian)
☾ Man-made never made our dreams collide.
(Edmund)
☾ Reconcile.
(Edmund)
☾ You don't need eyes to see.
(Kay)
☾ Where was my head when I needed it most?
(Caspian)
☾ Don't keep appointments with disappointment.
(Aslan)
☾

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man-made never made our dreams collide

[wintersking]

Edmund didn't mind running errands, really. It gave him an excuse to be out of the house for a bit, allowed him to stretch his legs. He'd volunteered, after all- Caspian was busy enough and he hadn't had anything particular to do today.

Now came the question of whether Destrier would accept him or not.

He dawdled a bit on the way to the stables, as he had a tendency to do. Having the luxury of just wandering where ever his legs took him was one Edmund definitely relished, and so the normally short walk took him longer than usual.

Finally entering the stables, the younger Pevensie brother glanced up to see a small, blonde haired girl standing near one of the stalls.

Luna?

man-made never made our dreams collide

[suncolors]

Luna has spent the better part of the day wandering around as well. Note several things, one being her bare feet, and another being the shoes that move a bit off to one side, as if waiting for her to go somewhere else so that they might follow her--they do that, you know. One might wonder why she doesn't put them on, but she would explain that they like being able to walk themselves once in a while. She hears the approach of someone, and she pauses in stroking one of the horses, hand against the side of a nameless stallion's neck. Next to him and the stall, she must seem very slight indeed. It does not take her long to note who it is behind her and she purses her lips briefly, a soft smile there, barely dreaming.

Her voice is soft and distant, yet very close at the same time, a contradiction, that.

"Hello, Edmund Pevensie."

man-made never made our dreams collide

[wintersking]

How did she know it was him without even looking up?

Edmund moves forward, but not too close and sets down the bags in his arms first. A brush, a couple of bags of oats and a few carrots and apples are the contents.

"Hello, Luna." there's definitely a friendly tone to his voice as he turns towards her.

"How is Destrier doing today?"

man-made never made our dreams collide

[suncolors]

"He seems well," she murmurs half to herself, stepping away from the nameless one she walks over one stall toward the waiting destrier named Destrier and she smiles at him before turning to Edmund and smiling at him as well. Her wand is tucked behind her ear, much like one places a pencil or pen there, and her bare feet make no noise when she moves. Briefly she pauses before inclining her head slightly at him.

"Was it King Edmund?" she asks, because she knows it is King Caspian X, and High King Peter, and Queen Lucy, and Queen Susan. She imagines he too must be of the same cut.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

He arrives with his thoughts in a jumble, scattered and fragmented. Torn between loyalty to his brother and what he just say, between his need to deliberate and not having all of the facts. Ultimately, it all served to frustrate him.

Still, Ed does his best to shove that aside for Luna's sake, if anything. She doesn't need to be dragged down too.

But he can't get the memory of Peter's icy cold hand out of his mind.

"Hello." he states when he enters, even though she'll know it's him without even looking up.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

It is late in the day and the sun sets early, so it is a darkness that plays the part of Edmund's backdrop when he enters the stables. Having brought Destrier a carrot, for she knows too many apples can be a bad thing for horses and warbnauts, she pats the side of his neck briefly, watching him finish said carrot before she bows her head slightly

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[wintersking]

"Nargles only inhabit places where other animals are?" it's kind of a reflex no, asking questions of these things that he's never seen, never even heard of. Ed glances at the stall for a moment before slipping inside, leaning against one of the walls.

"Do you visit him often?" he's eager to get the subject off of tonight's events if he can, because the thought only makes him angry.

so you lost your trust, and you never should have

[suncolors]

"No, but they are fond of having company," she says about the nargles.

"Everyday," she nods to the second question and takes seat at one of the far corners of the empty stall. The hay is fresh and therefore clean, a plain but sufficient setting for a conversation, at least as far as Luna Lovegood is concerned and she peers at the boy king across from her. Some might call her pale, wide eyes intrusive no matter how furtive she was about how she would look, but in this case she stares without inhibition, as she so often does, just reading him like a well balanced book, even if she says nothing about it. Some things don't need to be talked about, and the others, he will bring about himself eventually, she supposes with a soft smile.

"How are you this day?" she asks, hands folded quietly in her lap.

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[treadingdawn]

It doesn't take long for Caspian to reach the stables after his less than fulfilling exchange with Peter. He neither walks nor runs, but his pace is brisk, controlled. Can someone stride with a purpose while feeling purposeless all at once? The Telmarine doesn't have the patience or mood to entertain the possibility. When he reaches his destination he is glad to see the one face who has stood by him for many years, almost as long as his professor's. It would be inaccurate to say that he prefers the company of an animal to that of his friends, but there is something about the destrier named Destrier that remains painfully true

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[suncolors]

Some people spend their lives waiting for something to happen. Others wait to happen. Luna Lovegood waits because she knows that waiting is just as necessary as stepping forward into a moment. Her life is a series of footfalls that land just this side of unexpected, just this side of strange inside of normal, just this side of understanding even when it is sometimes a bit impossible to understand Luna herself.

I wonder if he will ever remember. This is her thought as she watches, ever silent, the young king and his faithful horse. It makes her sad in a way that she has not often felt and her bare toes curl against the bits of dirt and stray feed, threadbare hay on the ground. Wand tucked behind her ear, she averts her eyes when he speaks, closes her ears without covering them, because a moment may be private without a person leaving the room

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[treadingdawn]

"You are just as good as a Talking Horse," he whispers into the stallion's ear as if there might be someone around to hear him even though he doesn't think that is the case. He is proven wrong when he leans away from Destrier's mane and pale gold comes into view.

"Oh. Luna. I didn't know you were here," Caspian says in mild surprise. How much did you hear?

Already he turns away and moves as if to leave the stall and stable all together. She has seen him when he was down, he hasn't forgotten this at all. It is best not to cause her trouble, she who has always found reason to smile though sometimes he detects a phantom melancholy in her. Still, it's best not to alienate two blonds so early on this day. How long has it been since midnight passed? He is unsure and he hopes there is no other curse to make the City miserable again. To make him miserable and not even directly. He walks out of Destrier's stall and hooks the latch

Where was my head when I needed it most?

[suncolors]

His words cause her to change her expression, but not much. To Caspian it is likely nothing more than a shift in the way her irises reflect whatever light falls in the mostly dark stable. It is a comfortable darkness, one that speaks of privacy and quiet, of a safe place when perhaps no others seem like they can be. Those words though, they catch as a snag of fabric on a thorn or wire.

A lie, no less.

What could push you to this, she wonders, when I have given you no reason to run.

Curious.

"I knew we would speak again," she says in that soft-spoken way that is so natural to her. It also means you don't have to be sorry for that, as well as sorry, perhaps, for lying, but not the lack of exchange. One is within their collective power to change, but the other not so much. She trusts him to attend to it when he can and no one is perfect. Peering at him, she tilts her head, pale hair falling over her shoulder with the movement, bare feet hardly touching the floor as she steps toward him in imperceptible measures

I left my soul there, down by the sea

[treadingdawn]

Before the others could wake, besides Edmund who he left before the Just could stop him for whatever reason (by then maybe Ed had already gone back to sleep), a Telmarine left the house to keep his date with one Ravenclaw witch. Who knew one could buy flowers so early in the day too, but this is the City after all. No one seems to sleep. So Caspian doesn't take long to reach the shoreline, white lilies in tow. He crosses the soft sand, brown eyes looking this way and that for who he presumes will probably be the only other person on the beach at this hour. The sky is changing colors, close to the shade of dawn and he doesn't want to miss the sunrise as he had promised to share it with Luna Lovegood.

I left my soul there, down by the sea

[suncolors]

Even if he was late, for any reason, she would still be there, during and after the sunrise, because Luna is never really in a hurry to be anywhere, or to not be anywhere, even when, perhaps, she ought to be. All things have a time and a place, and if this particular morning finds her in the good company of her friend, Caspian X of the House of Telmar, then that would be nice. And if it doesn't, or didn't, she is sure she would see him eventually, and apologetically too. He is that sort of person

I left my soul there, down by the sea

[treadingdawn]

It doesn't occur to Caspian either that she should come to meet him because he doesn't think she should do much of anything at all that isn't of her own will. This sort of thinking is a given with him, with or without that memory and the way it severely changed him. His boots make moderate impressions in the sand and the bird doesn't stray too far from its spot when he approaches, flowers held in one hand while the other hand moves to the small of his back. He nods to Luna and bows in the royal manner he has always been taught.

"These are for you, my friend," Caspian smiles.

A friend is far more honest and true to what she is than a lady, even though in his opinion she is still both. But a lady to a gentleman has several connotations that simply do not apply to their friendship.

"Aren't your feet going to get cold?"

I left my soul there, down by the sea

[suncolors]

This form of courtesy, a bend from the waist so cleanly executed, is not unexpected, and she returns it with a modest nod of her head, eyes following the stillness of the winged thing that seems so fearless despite two such larger beings in its presence. When she raises her gaze again she lets her smile relax, the weight of it remaining ever in her eyes, she also shakes her head, shrugging once

Take her there, through the desert shores.

[treadingdawn]

Afternoon brings the warmest rays of light down on one blond and two brunettes. Yes the horse is a brunette. They have been riding long enough to say they may have circled half the city's shoreline and if they continue riding they would certainly be able to say they circled the entire city itself. But Destrier is unwilling at such an hour and Caspian isn't one for forcing his loyal steed since boyhood through such rigorous exercise...even if Luna likely has the ability to cast a spell of wings on the destrier to make things easier. A gallop through the shade of the woods is far more comfortable for the horse who leaps over a mound and lands in a small clearing of fresh earth and spring leaves where they pass a familiar face through the maze of brush. He recognizes her as Cara, he is certain, but her face ducks down and disappears behind boulders and rock so quickly that Caspian isn't sure if he saw her at all or if she made a quick departure to tend to other things. Only Luna's expression confirms that they did indeed pass a

Take her there, through the desert shores.

[suncolors]

There are a few things in any world that Luna will always cherish. Not least among these is time spent with friends. The painting in her room and the charm strung across it as if to reflect and capture sunlight is an unnecessary but affectionate testament to that--well, at home. Here things are different, in no small part because not everyone is here, but not everyone was there at home, in a sense, either. Distantly, she is aware that the point she last left from was dark and cold, littered with the occasional scream of one or two more unfortunate people who could not go overlooked like she could, like Mr. Ollivander could from time to time. It doesn't worry her, not any more than it did being there, to know that's where she will eventually return to. She believes, above all else, that things happen as they must, and that if people can take it into their hands to change the setting or situation when given the chance, then it will have to be enough

Take her there, through the desert shores.

[treadingdawn]

"I know her as an acquaintance. We have never really spoken," Caspian shakes his head, knees loose so that trot slows in pace, "she came to the tournament."

Whatever it is that weighs on him he keeps it to himself. He knows Luna has a sense for these things but even that considered he's fairly certain she wouldn't pry...directly anyway. So far she hasn't made a remark that required immediate defense or justification. If the ride back to the stable stays that way he has no complaints.

"Peter knows her better. It is strange to be out in the woods alone," remarks the Telmarine before he gestures to themselves, "I mean unlike us" or you. Call it a hunch but he doesn't think Cara is waiting for her shoes either. Briefly he considers going back to her but he promised to spend his time with Luna Lovegood. Cara did not appear distressed or in some sort of danger... It shouldn't be a problem.

Take her there, through the desert shores.

[suncolors]

"She seemed occupied," she states, indirectly saying that she too doubts that most people would be out here for no apparent reason, because while she--Luna Lovegood--frequents places like this often without rhyme or reason, she is at least aware of being in the minority by doing so.

She seemed sad, the blond girl also thinks, but keeps that part to herself, not so much as discretion but because she doesn't think to say it at all.

"I wonder if there is a wishing well here," she muses, as if out of nowhere, but her eyes remain careful and while not calculated, very present, even as she raises them to the dappling of gold through green above them, passing slower now with flecks of blue where the leaves are particularly thin and the branches widespread.