Wedding Day: (the dream is ended-this is the morning)

[the_seafarer]

The day is very fine. Something--or Someone--has kept the weather calm and clear, and the blue sky arches over the small congregation by the lakeshore like a cathedral ceiling. Caspian and Lucy had decided, when he asked for her hand, that they would marry outside, by the lake and the forest and with only the blue and gold and green of the air and the water and the trees about them.

There are simple white chairs for the wedding guests, adorned with blue ribbons and tiny pink wild roses, but little else is arranged out on the grass, and the only movement comes from the arriving guests. It seems the bride and groom prefer it that way.

And the odd thing is--it's September.

And yet the air smells sweetly of lilies.









[Millitimed to approximately 3pm this afternoon. There are two subthreads: for the arrival of guests and the ceremony itself. Slowtime is a certainty, all weekend long. Have fun!]

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Re: Mingling of Guests

[highking.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I've seen Lu so happy in ages," Peter muses. He's quiet for a moment, and inevitably, his eyes are drawn to the Lion, dominating the landscape in a manner out of proportion even to His prodigious size.

"Have you spoken to Him lately, Ed? To Aslan, I mean?" he asks quietly.

Re: Mingling of Guests

[iustus_rex]

Edmund hesitates for a moment, his eyes on the great golden figure at the front. Aslan seems to glow with the sunlight, to absorb it more deeply than anything around him; it seems to Edmund, for a moment, that he can feel the warmth of the Lion's mane just by looking at it.

Then he shakes his head.

Re: Mingling of Guests

[highking.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps you should," Peter says, still quiet. "I don't mean to--I've got no place telling you what to do, old man. But I saw him just the other day, and it did me a world of good."

Re: Mingling of Guests

[iustus_rex]

"He's Aslan," Edmund says.

And that means he always helps, and he comes when he wants; he's not a TAME lion, and... so many things. Aslan is Aslan.

"It's not as if I'd be avoiding him, Peter."

That's not quite snappish, but mostly because Edmund won't let it be. He wants to snap; he also knows perfectly well that he's being defensive, and that being beastly at Lu's wedding isn't the best idea ever.

Re: Mingling of Guests

[highking.livejournal.com]

"I was," Peter says, quite simply.

"It's time." He claps his brother on the shoulder. "I'll see you later."

Re: Mingling of Guests

[iustus_rex]

Edmund bites back his first reaction, which is to snap something irritated and quelling, and just nods as Peter moves away.

He manages to smile with it, too, and it's even partly a genuine one. So that's something.