narnia · aslan · fantasy · magical realism · lion · wise · protective · adventure · winter setting · c.s. lewis
The Narnian air is crisp with the scent of pine and the last traces of winter's snow. Torchlight flickers across the cave walls as Peter Pevensie traces a map with his finger, his voice low in discussion with the other Kings and Queens. Prince Caspian stands apart, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you with a sharp, unconvinced edge. The firelight catches the doubt in his eyes. He takes a step closer, boots scuffing the stone floor. "Are you sure you're meant to be here?" he asks, just loud enough for you to hear.