𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 - ᴀ ɴᴏsᴛᴀʟɢɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ
Susan x OC1
Edmund x OC2
Caspian x OC3
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Aslan's How is not what Liliane expected. She doesn't know what she thought it would be, but definetly not a hill-like cave in the middle of a glade. Well, perhaps she was expecting something a little more inconspicuous.
"Why don't they just hand the Telmarines a map of our location", she whispers, Lotus whinnying in response, clearly agreeing.
On the glade there are all kinds of Narnians; to her surprise there even are dwarfs and minotaurs, two species she fought against in the last great battle.
They are training, clearly. A bunch of minotaurs are roughly beating each other up, while centaurs are shooting arrows at targets and some of the dwarfs are swordfighting.
Tulip whinnies loudly, as she did a lot last night. Clearly, she misses Talia. "Paliëc mierīgs (ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃˡᵐ)", Liliane admonishes, but it's too late.
The Narnians closest to her have turned around, watching her with big eyes.
Liliane sighs, before lifting her chin in attempt to look intimidating - she definetly does - and starts to make her way towards the How's entry.
The Narnians, she walks past, stop fighting or shooting to look at her. Obviously, they have heard her stories and seen her cave paintings inside Aslan's How earlier that day. Some minotaurs even back away, knowing well what she did to their ancestors.
Liliane reaches the path leading down towards the entry, but the sudden silence behind her makes her suspicious.
She turns around, surprised to see all the Narnians on their knees.
Liliane cannot believe that they are bowing down for her. She can't possibly think of something she'd done to makes her worthy enough.
"Liliane!" A hyper girl comes running towards her, followed by a boy, a badger and basically every centaur on that meadow. The other Narnians get back onto their feet.
"I'm Marigold", the girl says, reaching out her hand and excitedly smiling.
"I'm Lilian-"
"I know! We all do, you quite famous actually."
Liliane nods slowly, before recognising the name. "Wait you're the Elve the dryad told me about?"
Marigold eyes widen slightly. "You know about me?"
"I was told about you, yeah." Liliane then notices the girl's ears.
"Why are your ears so.. round?"
Marigold tilts her head.
"Elves have changed throughout the past centuries. Our ears a rounder now, we don't speak Elvish and we don't write in runes anymore. You know, so we can get mistaken for humans, so Telmarines won't kill us.
