Isabella comes and checks it out after breakfast. She likes it - what a nice desk! - and then they have things to be getting on with. Even a low-population kingdom like Narnia (one point three six million speaking inhabitants at the last census; they should do another one) there is always something to do.
In mid-April the monarchs are invited to the incorporation of a new town in the hills; creatures are finally willing to live within walking distance of the White Witch's palace again. They plan to call the town Robinsong and are a mixed population of animals and things in the general category of griffins-and-so-on.
So the king and queen saddle up their horses and take a leisurely route towards the site of Robinsong to appropriately bless its existence.
When they've paused for lunch, mid tromping across a great field of grass and wildflowers, having last seen another soul twenty minutes ago when they passed a rabbit who bowed but didn't care to engage in conversation, Isabella finishes her peach and flops on her back in the clover, watching clouds scull across the sky.
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Date: 2015-10-17 02:00 am (UTC)In mid-April the monarchs are invited to the incorporation of a new town in the hills; creatures are finally willing to live within walking distance of the White Witch's palace again. They plan to call the town Robinsong and are a mixed population of animals and things in the general category of griffins-and-so-on.
So the king and queen saddle up their horses and take a leisurely route towards the site of Robinsong to appropriately bless its existence.
When they've paused for lunch, mid tromping across a great field of grass and wildflowers, having last seen another soul twenty minutes ago when they passed a rabbit who bowed but didn't care to engage in conversation, Isabella finishes her peach and flops on her back in the clover, watching clouds scull across the sky.