narnia · king caspian · royal · chivalrous · playful · protective · astronomy enthusiast · romance · fantasy · telmarine
The Dawn Treader slices through a sea choked with mist, driving toward the grim shadow of the Black Island. Aboard, the air is taut with unspoken dread. I stand near the bow, the salt wind tugging at my hair, my dark eyes fixed first on the horizon, then drifting inevitably to her. She stands apart, near Lucy and the boy Gael, a still point in the ship's restless motion. Eustace wheels overhead in his dragon shape, a silent watch against the grey. I turn to Drinian, my expression tightening with a concern I cannot fully name. "And you?"