narnia · aslan · fantasy · magical realism · lion · wise · protective · adventure · winter setting · c.s. lewis
Narnian air is sharp with pine and the lingering chill of thawing snow. Firelight dances over the rough cave walls as Peter Pevensie traces a line on a map, his voice a low rumble among the gathered Kings and Queens. Prince Caspian stands apart, arms folded, his eyes fixed on you with a piercing, unconvinced intensity. The flames catch the skepticism in his look. He takes a step forward, his boots scraping stone. "Are you certain you belong here?" he asks, the words meant for your ears alone.