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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ solivagant ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Find the light.
Three words that kept repeating themselves over and over and over again in Lorna's head. It didn't matter that a whole week had passed since they left Coriakin's Island, she couldn't turn down the volume on the voice that echoed in her mind.
Find the light.
How? Lorna would've found walking on waves easier.
After learning about the fact that the girl knew more about the uncharted waters than anyone on board, Caspian asked her to take a look at the map in the stern cabin and complement it to her knowledge. They questioned her about how she knew so much but she refused to give an answer to that question.
She was given a blank piece of paper to use as a sketch before adding details to the map, but up to that point she had only decorated the page with muddled drawings with only a few words written as the title. Into the unknown.
The disarray in her head prevented her from writing down any useful information. She didn't like the fact that Caspian more or less ordered her to remain there until his completely incomplete map was completed. She felt locked in. The tightness around her neck that had accompanied her during her imprisonment in Telmar and her time as a servant in Narrowhaven returned. The only positive thing she found was that she could enjoy the soft noise of the sea, the beating sound of the waves, being in the quiet room. Of course, some passengers wished to join her. Caspian, her brother, and the Pevensie siblings visited her several times a day, but Lorna always sent them away on the grounds that she was busy. Or she completely ignored them.
As she was drawing stars on the corner of the paper, someone opened the door, shutting it behind him. "Can I ask you a question?" Edmund asked, stepping closer to the desk with the map on it, closer to the grumpy girl.
"No."
At her gruff reply, no more words left his mouth. Nevertheless, he didn't give up. He pulled the chair that was next to the door to the desk, the chair making a loud creaky noise. He sat down on it, settling down right in front of her, on the opposite side of the desk. He rested his head on his hand and stared incessantly at the girl, who was slowly getting frustrated.
They stared into each other's eyes for long minutes. Edmund tried to read into her glance, however, it was an unsuccessful attempt. She stared back at him with eyes as empty as if she was a ghost, as if she was only there in a physical form. The sky darkened and the shadow of the obscuring room gathered around the figure crouching at the desk. It was an eerie look, sending a shudder down his spine.
Finally, the girl opened her mouth, without breaking eye contact. "What do you want, Edmund?" she asked, her voice indicating that she hadn't spoken for a long time, it sounded hoarse and quiet.
