Flit stays for a good while, during which while he is knighted with a holly-berry pin (Isabella gives him a scarf to put it on). His stated intention consists principally of "flying around a lot", but he seems inclined to do this in a helpful manner, intervening if he sees things that need intervening in and reporting back if he sees things that need to be reported on.
The winged horses wish to be formally citizenry of Narnia, and this is arranged without much ado, Flit continuing to serve as go-between. (None of them want to move to Cair Paravel as emergency mounts, but that's all right, there are already griffins around who can be called upon in a genuine crisis.)
The summer goes by. There is an incredible meteor shower one fine July night and Isabella stays up all night taking pictures of it. It becomes spectacularly hot that August and they have to explain to their wardrobe nymph how bathing suits are meant to work (dwarves being just about the only native Narnians with a care for modesty and disinclined as a group towards swimming) so that they can dunk in the sea, which is normally too cold for comfort but is very welcome in the baking summer. It cools off some by Queensday (Isabella turns fourteen) - in time for the honey cider to be served hot - and chills the rest of the way over the rest of the autumn, and winter settles in.
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Date: 2014-06-30 11:53 pm (UTC)The winged horses wish to be formally citizenry of Narnia, and this is arranged without much ado, Flit continuing to serve as go-between. (None of them want to move to Cair Paravel as emergency mounts, but that's all right, there are already griffins around who can be called upon in a genuine crisis.)
The summer goes by. There is an incredible meteor shower one fine July night and Isabella stays up all night taking pictures of it. It becomes spectacularly hot that August and they have to explain to their wardrobe nymph how bathing suits are meant to work (dwarves being just about the only native Narnians with a care for modesty and disinclined as a group towards swimming) so that they can dunk in the sea, which is normally too cold for comfort but is very welcome in the baking summer. It cools off some by Queensday (Isabella turns fourteen) - in time for the honey cider to be served hot - and chills the rest of the way over the rest of the autumn, and winter settles in.
And Christmas comes.