It is warm, and the ground squishes with snowmelt, and quite abruptly there are crocuses and bluebells growing, and the birds are quite a lot louder than they were the previous day. The river's ice breaks and dissolves, and the river rises, and they turn away from its course a bit south towards the Stone Table.
When they have been walking all day and the sun is beginning to hang low in the sky (there have been pauses to rest - the Beavers are certain the Queen cannot ride her sleigh in the mud - and to eat candy and granola bars) they come at last to a hill, which they climb in what seems like a very short time.
From the top of this hill they can see forest spreading in every direction except straight ahead, where they have a clear view to the sparkling sea. And on this hilltop is - a stone table. The stones of it have peculiar markings carved into their surfaces, which make one feel just as peculiar if one looks at them; and then off to the side of it is a glorious pavilion. Banners with the same lion design as Elizabeth's shield fly from it.
There is a swell of music.
Aslan is standing in the center of a great group of creatures, some of which have instruments. There are dryads, and naiads, and four centaurs and a unicorn and a man-headed bull and an assortment of more recognizable creatures, and two leopards attend the great lion, one carrying his crown and the other his standard.
He is enormous. He emanates a feeling of goodness all around him, yet is terrifying all the same. He regards the new arrivals with a calm, not curious but expectant, expression on his face.
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Date: 2014-06-23 01:39 am (UTC)Around them, the winter thaws as they walk.
It is warm, and the ground squishes with snowmelt, and quite abruptly there are crocuses and bluebells growing, and the birds are quite a lot louder than they were the previous day. The river's ice breaks and dissolves, and the river rises, and they turn away from its course a bit south towards the Stone Table.
When they have been walking all day and the sun is beginning to hang low in the sky (there have been pauses to rest - the Beavers are certain the Queen cannot ride her sleigh in the mud - and to eat candy and granola bars) they come at last to a hill, which they climb in what seems like a very short time.
From the top of this hill they can see forest spreading in every direction except straight ahead, where they have a clear view to the sparkling sea. And on this hilltop is - a stone table. The stones of it have peculiar markings carved into their surfaces, which make one feel just as peculiar if one looks at them; and then off to the side of it is a glorious pavilion. Banners with the same lion design as Elizabeth's shield fly from it.
There is a swell of music.
Aslan is standing in the center of a great group of creatures, some of which have instruments. There are dryads, and naiads, and four centaurs and a unicorn and a man-headed bull and an assortment of more recognizable creatures, and two leopards attend the great lion, one carrying his crown and the other his standard.
He is enormous. He emanates a feeling of goodness all around him, yet is terrifying all the same. He regards the new arrivals with a calm, not curious but expectant, expression on his face.