deepest_magic | the first occasion

The house just northeast of Forks proper is very big, quite abandoned, and really easy to just walk right in if you're of a mind to. There are signs that people have been camping in it while hiking, but currently it is unoccupied by visitors, squatters, or any animals larger than a squirrel. There's been a fair amount of furniture but fewer small possessions left behind: couch, piano, dining table, wardrobe, armchair, kingsized bed. It's in extremely variable states of repair.

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From:

neverbeatme

"...Are you okay?"

From:

alicornucopia

"Oh goodness gracious me," says the faun-person, collecting up his parcels again. "Yes, I'm quite all right, good evening, good evening - pardon me, but am I right in thinking that you are a Daughter of Eve?"

From:

neverbeatme

"I... I don't think I know what that means," she says cautiously.

From:

alicornucopia

"Well, it's - are you a girl? A human sort of girl, that is to say?"

From:

neverbeatme

"Um... yes? I don't think I knew until just now that girls came in any other kinds," she says.

From:

alicornucopia

"Oh! How delightful. I have never met a daughter of Eve or a son of Adam before at all!" exclaims the faun. "This is simply -" Pause, collecting his tail out of the snow to go back over his elbow. "Delightful, delightful. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am called Tumnus."

From:

neverbeatme

(He doesn't exactly sound delighted, but she feels that now is not the time to say so.)

"It's nice to meet you, Tumnus. I'm Elizabeth. What sort of a... you... are you?"

From:

alicornucopia

"I am a Faun, if that is what you mean to ask," says Tumnus. "And might I inquire - how is it that you have come into Narnia?"

From:

neverbeatme

"I'm... not sure," she says. "I was in an empty house and I looked in a wardrobe to see what was there and it was just some old coats, but when I went in past the coats there were trees instead and now I'm not sure where the coats went."

From:

alicornucopia

"Alas, I did not study geography very hard as a little Faun and do not know anything about these strange countries," sighs Tumnus.

From:

neverbeatme

"That's okay," she says. "If I've never heard of Fauns and you've never seen a human, I think our countries are probably really far away from each other and you might not have learned about mine in geography anyway."

From:

alicornucopia

"Oh, that's cheering, I suppose," says Tumnus. "At any rate, in this country, it is winter all of the time and we will soon catch cold if we stand out here in the snow. How would it be if you came and took tea with me?"

From:

neverbeatme

"I think that sounds much better than standing out here in the snow," she says. "Can I help you carry any of your things?"

From:

alicornucopia

"If you would be so disposed! But it's only just round the corner." He offers her a parcel to carry, and holds the umbrella over the both of them and leads the way.

From:

neverbeatme

Elizabeth carries the thing, and follows along.

From:

alicornucopia

Presently they come to a neatly hidden little cave equipped with a roaring fire and a teakettle, which Tumnus promptly sets about using to make tea.

From:

neverbeatme

It's cute. Kind of disquieting, to have a moment to sit and think about what's going on, but - still cute.

From:

alicornucopia

There are two chairs - Tumnus points them out, "one for me and one for a friend" - and a portrait of an elderly faun on the mantelpiece and a bookshelf full of odd-titled books.

Tumnus makes no objection to her looking around while he boils them each an egg and puts various condiments on toast.

From:

neverbeatme

In that case, she reads the titles of the books.

From:

alicornucopia

The Life and Letters of Silenus. Nymphs and Their Ways. Men, Monks, and Gamekeepers: a Study in Popular Legend. Is Man A Myth?

From:

neverbeatme

Well, that fits the going story.

Rather than read one, she perches in one of the chairs.

From:

alicornucopia

Presently there is food! And tea! It is tasty. Tumnus tells stories about dancing at midnight with nymphs, about going on hunts for the wish-granting white stag, about adventuring with dwarves in deep mines seeking treasure, about how there was summer once and beautiful holidays where the forest folk would be visited by this or that grand personage and the rivers ran purple with wine. The part about summer seems to make him sad. He then plays a little straw flute, to cheer himself.