And so they proceed to take stock of and reign over Narnia. Isabella gets a great quantity of paper from the dwarf procurer of such things, and learns about all the races that populate the country and takes notes on them and their history; they send messengers to all their outlying territories such as the Lone Islands, and nearest non-Narnian neighbors to ensure that everyone has the news; and there are farms established from cornucopia-seed that are tended by diligent animals and orchards brought back to life by the spring that are tended by dryads.
Spring bleeds into summer in its proper time, and the land is a riot of color and life. They acquire a pair of non-speaking horses, caught wild and trained most of the way as gifts for them from a herd of horse-savvy centaurs. On horseback they can survey their domain at a better pace; the animals are just pony-sized for the time being but will grow up the rest of the way before the king and queen do. James's is a serious-looking dark bay, Isabella's a long-maned skewbald. The Narnians turn out to have summer holidays, too, which they celebrate half-remembered and half-reconstructed (although none of these festivals are associated with anyone so interesting as Father Christmas).
Fall sets the forests of Narnia on glorious red-gold fire and sees a distinct pumpkin and apple theme in the meals served at the palace. The days grow shorter and cooler, and there is a bit of an undercurrent of nervousness among the Narnians: to be sure, winter is a normal part of the normal year, but the last time it came it was cruel and deadly. Acorn goes on a reassuring cornucopia run, though it is likely no one will need his services to get through a gentle three months of chill complete with Christmas partway through it.
"Christmas again after only ten months," comments Isaella on the twenty-fourth, grinning. "That'll never happen again, I'm sure. I suppose now we know the date for sure, I've gone and skipped celebrating my birthday because I didn't know when exactly the spring was supposed to be."
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Date: 2014-06-27 06:12 pm (UTC)Spring bleeds into summer in its proper time, and the land is a riot of color and life. They acquire a pair of non-speaking horses, caught wild and trained most of the way as gifts for them from a herd of horse-savvy centaurs. On horseback they can survey their domain at a better pace; the animals are just pony-sized for the time being but will grow up the rest of the way before the king and queen do. James's is a serious-looking dark bay, Isabella's a long-maned skewbald. The Narnians turn out to have summer holidays, too, which they celebrate half-remembered and half-reconstructed (although none of these festivals are associated with anyone so interesting as Father Christmas).
Fall sets the forests of Narnia on glorious red-gold fire and sees a distinct pumpkin and apple theme in the meals served at the palace. The days grow shorter and cooler, and there is a bit of an undercurrent of nervousness among the Narnians: to be sure, winter is a normal part of the normal year, but the last time it came it was cruel and deadly. Acorn goes on a reassuring cornucopia run, though it is likely no one will need his services to get through a gentle three months of chill complete with Christmas partway through it.
"Christmas again after only ten months," comments Isaella on the twenty-fourth, grinning. "That'll never happen again, I'm sure. I suppose now we know the date for sure, I've gone and skipped celebrating my birthday because I didn't know when exactly the spring was supposed to be."