among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 08:36:39 UTC
It's snowing and Luna Lovegood could not be happier. Or rather, she could be, but she doesn't think about things like that to begin with, making it a bit of a non-issue. Tonight she wears shoes, and carries her wand, as well as a glass bottle, one item in each hand. She is still entirely under dressed for the temperature in a yellow dress over jeans that drag on the ground. The white sweater is over-sized, which helps a little, if only because it has the look of a rather comfortable cloud, less like a piece of clothing, and as she walks up to the familiar house, she glances around for a moment. No, there are no strange inferi reminiscent creatures here. She feels badly for them, a bit sad, but she knows as well as anyone, there is little to be done about it but to wait for it to pass. Seeing Destrier, well and where she first met him, her direction becomes more specific and she sets both the wand and bottle down so that she might cup her hands, gratified when the horse breathes warmly against them, nudging slightly
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 09:02:06 UTC
He is out as a matter of fact, having just returned with a blanket for Destrier's back to further comfort him from the cold. At least large war horse is standing under the part of the house where the roof juts out to cover him from snowfall. In another world this area is called the car port, and it's sufficient temporary shelter for a horse. Merlin's ward or gold sheen, whatever he had placed over the house, does well to keep Destrier safe from harm while unhitched. Like the faithful steed he is, he does not wander away from the appropriate boundary. Really this has less to do with loyalty and more to do with a healthy dose of self-preservation. This horse has no desire to become a meal for the undead. He rather much prefers nudging Luna Lovegood.
That is what Caspian sees when he emerges with the blanket in his arms. She is underdressed--again--and briefly he thinks of draping her in the horse blanket instead.
"Luna," he says her name in greeting but also in question. Aren't. You. Cold. Caspian approaches Destrier's other
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 09:10:32 UTC
"Caspian," she greets, but without question in her voice. "Oh I don't think they would hold you responsible," she answers in all seriousness, smiling a bit more at Destrier before leaning down to pick up her wand and the bottle. Watching Caspian drape the blanket over her new friend, she decides her feet can stand to be in her shoes, and her shoes can stand to be around her feet for a little while longer. The Telmarine does seem a bit unsettled already by her supposed lack of proper attire. Wand and bottle in her left hand, she reaches out again with her right, and it would not be inaccurate to say that Luna enjoys Destrier's company as much as he probably enjoys the attention.
"How are you?" she asks, peering around the horse's head.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 09:17:10 UTC
"Well, if you insist," and something about her tone tells the Telmarine that there's really no reason to doubt her.
Make no mistake, stretching to drape the blanket over the tall horse's back is cause for a little wincing and distress on Caspian's part. He does his best to hide it well, similar to just grinning and bearing it. He has also noticed the wand and bottle, curious about what they're for and even thinking to himself maybe Peter or Susan has gotten to Luna, or Susan to Lupin, or Lucy to Snape, and all the other wizard and witch individuals of that world to hide the wand somewhere in the house. They can't make Merlin do everything right? But for now the brunette doesn't ask. He busies himself with smoothing the thick fleece and wool.
"Good, thank you. How are you, and your shoes," asks Caspian. There's no need to tell her about Saturday night's mess. Likely she may even feel traces of it radiating from the house, or from just his rib.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 09:25:36 UTC
"Better, I think," she smiles. "It's snowing." This, she says the same way one delivers a lengthy and detailed explanation about how they are feeling and what has caused them to have such sentiments about whatever it is. Obviously it is a little less telling than that but the tone is the same. There is something not quite right about his answer, she knows--not thinks, knows--but there isn't any need to mention it because she knows that he knows of it. Whether or not the way he moves is connected to it, she does not even begin to ponder. Again, it isn't necessary.
"Perhaps you should sit down," she suggests, that light tone ever present, as if she isn't suggesting anything at all, even as the words leave her mouth and she tilts her head at him, wand making a soft noise against the side of the bottle.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 09:40:42 UTC
"We have been waiting for it to snow," he nods, speaking more of the Pevensies than himself, but acknowledging that despite the lack of a surname he is an honorary member of the clan. Caspian still knows little about the Christmas magic of snowfall, however Luna has shed some light on that mystery in saying they go well together. That's as good as Susan mentioning snow and ice skating in England or Peter sitting so silently with a gaze like snowfall itself; you know it's there and you know it's falling on you and you know there's very little you can do to keep the sky from snowing. He puts his faith in their words and not but minutes ago it finally began to fall. It isn't bad at all, so far
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 15:35:31 UTC
"For you," she says, padding over to sit on the lowest step of the porch. "Well, not the wand, that's mine," she clarifies thoughtfully. "But this," she holds the bottle aloft, "This is for you." It isn't offered yet as she instead decides set it down between them, a step above her and yet below the brunette. What she is sure of is that Caspian is hurt, and what else she is sure of is that it is not all chalked up to a broken something or other--it is not so simple as a physical wound alone. What she is sure of, however, barely requires speaking of, because as curious as her tone can be, her understanding is quite solid on these sorts of things
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 19:54:07 UTC
He smiles when she clarifies that the wand isn't for him. Of course it's hers. He supposes he would not do very well at all with a wand, unlike a student of the craft like Luna. Wands may not carry quite such a positive connotation as of late but Caspian can recognize that some wands do good in the hands of someone with the intent to do good. His will would be the same, surely, but his preferred arm will always be a sword. Now he turns his attention to the bottle again. Briefly he thinks of telling her in jest that he doesn't drink, a blatant lie and the humor might be lost on Luna who doesn't know of his palate for spirits. Maybe she does, intuitively. And then maybe she would only clarify in her light but clear, yet unclear, manner that it isn't liquor at all. He supposes it isn't
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 20:19:30 UTC
"A healing potion, skele-grow."
It is the same to her as saying 'a drink, water' or 'nothing special' or the like. Not impervious to attacks, but versed a bit in defending against them, she has not required help because, to a certain extent, Luna can take care of herself. This is something they have all had to learn to somehow do, in their own ways, and, though she doesn't know it yet, will need to hone. Yet the future is not as worrisome to her as it is to others. People will be where they need to be, when they need to be. Things happen, and sometimes there is little you can do to stop or start them, but something can be done, usually, and as long as that option is there, there is every reason to not worry as there is to worry at all. Luna Logic. It's not the same as Loser's Lurgy but it's probably just as comforting if one prefers 'real' logic, but for those who don't mind taking daily leaps of faith or shots in the dark
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 20:31:26 UTC
"Oh," he sounds, perhaps a little less poised than he could've been. It's only that he finds it odd how she knew, or rather came to this visit prepared. Is Caspian X so transparent? A King should not be so easily read by his people, he can see this trait in Peter and Edmund, although it could also simply come naturally to Pevensie men. And at the same time they must not be doing such an excellent job if Caspian can tell, or is he just intuitive? In any case, he is not a king right now and Luna is certainly not one of his subjects
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 20:42:55 UTC
If Luna knew Peter or Edmund, it is likely she would read them no less or more than she reads Caspian X. Unlike some who seem to think the Telmarine more easily perceived than others, Luna only reads him as she has always read everyone she meets, the only way she knows how, and that would take an entire lifetime to explain. Some things were never meant to be spelled out in clear lines and finite details. What little she references that people can often connect with tends to do with her late mother, or her slightly doddering father--more so the former than the latter. Everything else rests comfortably between the lines of the mystery that comes with being bluntly honest and impossibly vague at the exact same time
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 21:20:31 UTC
He wonders if he should ask if she misses Harry, but he says nothing of it. He would not like being asked if he missed Peter that first time or if he misses Edmund now. Actually, he would not mind being asked, but he would mind being expected to answer.
"All right," Caspian says while reaching down to pick the bottle up. He looks over it, if there is anything to read there under the dim light, or if he can determine the color of it. "I don't mind the taste, especially if it's a gift," he shakes his head and smiles, bottle raised a little higher. He doesn't presume that Luna will ask for a favor in return, but if she does... "And, you know that if you need anything from me," he starts but doesn't finish, knowing she understands.
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 21:34:11 UTC
"I would mind the taste, I think," she admits, tilting her head, folding her hands over again. The truth is that she misses Harry, but she would as soon miss Hermione--and has--if she was not here. These two people hold very different places in her heart, and yet it is mindful to remember the phrase 'separate but equal' because this is true too. Whereas she understands Harry and can reach out, she understands Hermione and lets the other girl reach, because these things never work the same way twice--friendships, tests, sunrises, or sunsets. That is something Caspian no doubt has his own understanding of
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 21:40:04 UTC
"No, I don't," he shakes his head again, thankful for the offer though. Ah but now he's reminded! "But, wait here," the Telmarine gestures to her, and to her shoes, not that he thinks she'll go anywhere except maybe to follow Destrier if he decides to rummage through the garbage. Bad habit, that horse. He takes the bottle with him too, and no Caspian has no intention of pouring the potion down the drain. He isn't that stubborn or rude. In any case, he takes the bottle into the house, setting it on the kitchen counter where he doesn't think anyone will fancy a sip. Is anyone awake or downstairs at this hour? When he returns it's with a small stack of curiously cut papers.
"Here," he offers the white snowflakes to her. It isn't much, but aren't they pretty? "It isn't much, but maybe you'd like them."
among the fallen trees and fast asleep.suncolorsDecember 16 2008, 21:53:41 UTC
She waits, obviously, and while she waits, she says, as if Destrier is listening to her, "We are very fortunate, you and I." What that means, maybe the horse doesn't even know, or maybe he does. Sometimes Luna's words, like her reasoning, seep in through the cracks of what is regular and expected. It doesn't take long for Caspian to reappear and she doesn't think for a second he has gotten rid of the potion, because he called it a 'gift' and he seems the type to only call something as such if he means it
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among the fallen trees and fast asleep.treadingdawnDecember 16 2008, 22:07:01 UTC
Destrier flicks an ear, having heard her but offering no equine insight in kind. Maybe he understands and casually accepts it in a horse-like manner, or maybe he doesn't understand at all but likes the sound of it just the way Luna has said it. Then his tail swishes and he shakes his mane pleasantly. Whatever that means in horse.
And Caspian doesn't pick up on it but he doesn't regard the question any less. "Well, these are certainly not healing potions. I don't think they're potions at all," he says while carefully reclaiming his seat.
Given to the right person they could heal in their own way. For Luna he only means to entertain, much like she did with the lit flower, and snowflakes do have a petal quality about them. He notices the look and watches quietly when she takes the wand. He wonders what she might do with that wand, he wonders a lot really though Caspian isn't the sort to wander, far and without company at least. When the paper shapes start to float around her, he raises his head and the first thought that comes
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That is what Caspian sees when he emerges with the blanket in his arms. She is underdressed--again--and briefly he thinks of draping her in the horse blanket instead.
"Luna," he says her name in greeting but also in question. Aren't. You. Cold. Caspian approaches Destrier's other ( ... )
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"How are you?" she asks, peering around the horse's head.
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Make no mistake, stretching to drape the blanket over the tall horse's back is cause for a little wincing and distress on Caspian's part. He does his best to hide it well, similar to just grinning and bearing it. He has also noticed the wand and bottle, curious about what they're for and even thinking to himself maybe Peter or Susan has gotten to Luna, or Susan to Lupin, or Lucy to Snape, and all the other wizard and witch individuals of that world to hide the wand somewhere in the house. They can't make Merlin do everything right? But for now the brunette doesn't ask. He busies himself with smoothing the thick fleece and wool.
"Good, thank you. How are you, and your shoes," asks Caspian. There's no need to tell her about Saturday night's mess. Likely she may even feel traces of it radiating from the house, or from just his rib.
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"Perhaps you should sit down," she suggests, that light tone ever present, as if she isn't suggesting anything at all, even as the words leave her mouth and she tilts her head at him, wand making a soft noise against the side of the bottle.
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It is the same to her as saying 'a drink, water' or 'nothing special' or the like. Not impervious to attacks, but versed a bit in defending against them, she has not required help because, to a certain extent, Luna can take care of herself. This is something they have all had to learn to somehow do, in their own ways, and, though she doesn't know it yet, will need to hone. Yet the future is not as worrisome to her as it is to others. People will be where they need to be, when they need to be. Things happen, and sometimes there is little you can do to stop or start them, but something can be done, usually, and as long as that option is there, there is every reason to not worry as there is to worry at all. Luna Logic. It's not the same as Loser's Lurgy but it's probably just as comforting if one prefers 'real' logic, but for those who don't mind taking daily leaps of faith or shots in the dark ( ... )
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"All right," Caspian says while reaching down to pick the bottle up. He looks over it, if there is anything to read there under the dim light, or if he can determine the color of it. "I don't mind the taste, especially if it's a gift," he shakes his head and smiles, bottle raised a little higher. He doesn't presume that Luna will ask for a favor in return, but if she does... "And, you know that if you need anything from me," he starts but doesn't finish, knowing she understands.
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"Here," he offers the white snowflakes to her. It isn't much, but aren't they pretty? "It isn't much, but maybe you'd like them."
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And Caspian doesn't pick up on it but he doesn't regard the question any less. "Well, these are certainly not healing potions. I don't think they're potions at all," he says while carefully reclaiming his seat.
Given to the right person they could heal in their own way. For Luna he only means to entertain, much like she did with the lit flower, and snowflakes do have a petal quality about them. He notices the look and watches quietly when she takes the wand. He wonders what she might do with that wand, he wonders a lot really though Caspian isn't the sort to wander, far and without company at least. When the paper shapes start to float around her, he raises his head and the first thought that comes ( ... )
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