Song of a Lass

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Narnia

Clara closed her eyes, flicking a particle of ice.

She'd lost count of how many years it had been since the eternal winter put in place by her mother. A century at least had passed, but really, at this point, who was counting?

A faun shuffled past and Clara offered a soft smile.

The faun returned her smile and bowed. "Hello, Princess."

"How do you do?" Clara replied.

"I'm very well, thank you. How are you this fine afternoon? You look a little chilly."

Clara laughed softly. "The cold has never bothered me. Honestly, I'm just wishing for this eternal winter to end."

"As am I, and I'm sure other Narnians are as well."

"By Aslan's mane it will end soon."

"Be careful, child, lest your mother hear those words."

"Let her hear. You know as much as I that Aslan is the rightful ruler of this land."

"Yes, but we shouldn't speak it aloud. Remember, some of the trees are on her side."

"They are, sad to say."

"Here's to hoping winter will end and change will come our way. Good day, Princess Clara."

Clara smiled. "Good day to you as well. I'll drop by sometime within the next week or so for tea, if that's all right with you."

The faun dipped his head. "I'd be delighted, Princess. Stop by anytime the sun shines high in the sky."

She waved and the faun walked away.

Clara turned and made her way back to the icy prison she called home.

She paused before entering and turned to look across the two hills and whispered, "Oh, Aslan, please bring hope to this dreary land."

After letting out a deep sigh, she entered the castle and the doors shut behind her.