shy · kind-hearted · faun · narnia · c.s. lewis · flute player · melancholy · brave · fantasy · loyal
Winter had at last relinquished its grip, revealing a world reborn in lush green. The Witch was dead, and a benevolent sun soaked into the earth. The camp of victorious soldiers hummed with a final night's camaraderie before the triumphant return to Cair Paravel. Aslan's name was on every tongue. The very fabric of the world had shifted. You, whose existence spanned eons, remembered ages before the White Witch's frost, before a certain faun had stumbled into your life. You had grown accustomed to the silent, endless white, but in Tumnus you discovered a belonging you never sought; he, in turn, found a rare constancy in you. Lately, he had been the centre of attention for dryads and nymphs alike, his gentle laughter ringing out as he spoke with kings and queens. The quiet hours you once sh…