This is the tale of a journey that takes Luna not only to discover the world beyond Narnia's borders; she will find a purpose that goes deeper than protecting her king.
» That's why. I can't protect you the way I should... « As she looks into his ey...
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The Lone Islands changed since they last set foot on the three isles. The newfound freedom did them good. Luna is posted near the helm of the ship, watching the known land grow closer and closer. The wind plays through her half-loose hair, herding the Dawn Treader towards the port of Narrowhaven. Caspian has jumped up on the railing, hanging onto the ropes for balance. Luna practically feels the excitement radiate off from him. His hair – a few inches shorter after he had Luna cut it – and loose white blouse flutter in the wind. As he glances at her she gifts him a fond smile.
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» Ahoy! « Lord Bern grins as he waves at the anchoring ship. The quay is filled with people, cheering, and waving for the king and his brave crew. A few months ago, no one would have imagined the dire situation on the Lone Islands to change so drastically – for the better, at that. It amazes Luna how different everything and everyone looks. Gone are most traces of the decrepit buildings, dusty streets, and hungry people clad in rags, slinking through the shadows. The warrior notes the absence of fear and grief on the peoples' features, their eyes are clear. Children's eyes shimmer in awe at the Narnian ship which once brought these islands peace. Hope, it radiates from the crowd. Luna can't help but smile a proud smile as she joins Caspian at the railing of the rear deck. He turned the tides for these isles, and now the people prosper. The king smiles regally, waving back at the Lone Islanders – recognizing the one or other face. He winks at a few children in the front row while his hand finds Luna's. She holds onto him, unafraid. For now, they are still on the Dawn Treader, shielded from prying eyes, home. Though, she wonders when their little bubble will burst. As king Caspian can't just show up with a woman on his arm, their relationship undefined. Here, they probably won't have time to worry about it anyway – he will be occupied with politics while she will guard his life. The usual. Instead of paying attention to the small voice that demands for her heart to be heard, Luna's eyes flit over the surroundings. Easily falling into the old routine, the Crown Shield searches for possible threats – unfriendly faces, people wearing scowls, hidden behind hands or hoods, weapons held or concealed, narrow alleys and shadows.
While she worries about outside threats, Caspian glances at the one who holds his heart. Her wandering eyes tell him enough, he doesn't need to watch her shoulders straighten and her free hand close around the hilt of her sword. Ivelle was gifted to her by the centaurs of the Owlwood where she grew up. Cas seldomly sees her without it by her side, as if the blade was a trusted friend – which it may be, to every warrior their main weapon of choice is a constant companion. He has learned to view Rhindon as such as well. Both swords have protected them in battles and wars, have protected each other. Caspian blinks, trying to ban these dark thoughts into the back of his mind. He squeezes Luna's hand. Of course, he, too, worries about hostile minded people, but he worries more about the hostility from within. What they experienced here on the Lone Islands left scars, not on the body but on the soul. He only wishes that these demons will rest and won't chase them still.
