OOC: Vanessa is trying in good faith to advance the Cowboy-Meets-Barely-Human-Girl plotline, but has been frustrated by the constant forum choke-ups. Therefore I am stepping in for her, to write a transitional entry which will not spoil for her any of the real character-playing we hope to bring off between Emmett and his--SWEETHEART??????????????????????
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The Snow Queen hired a private jet to fly her to Pueblo, Colorado, the nearest regular airport location to her destination of Horse-With-No-Name-Ville. From Pueblo she planned to use whatever transport worked best: bus, helicopter, whatever.
But first she had to get away from where she was.
Reporters mobbed her at the airport before she could reach her charter plane, firing salvoes of questions like: "Is it true that you're stealing Brad Pitt from Angelina Jolie?" and "Is it true that you're actually Naomi Watts?" She was doubting whether she would ever have a private moment with Emmett if she DID find him...
...when abruptly, the men directly in front of her suddenly went pale as sheets, eyes turning round as saucers. They were seeing something behind her that scared them. Before "Queenie" could turn to look, turning became unnecessary--as an earth-shaking roar made it only too clear Whom the reporters were seeing. Still, as the pests trampled on each other in their panicky stampede to escape, the downfallen Snow Queen did turn, in hopeless dread...
...to face the God-Lion, Aslan.
"No, please, please," she begged, sinking to her knees as her eyes filled with tears; the tears were not ONLY from a selfish fear of dying, as up till recently would have been the case. "Not now, not when I've just begun to understand! I swear it, I was really starting to see the truth! Please don't kill me, not so close to changing--please!" Sobbing in the grief of thinking she would miss her chance by so small a margin, she covered her face with her hands and waited for death.
But instead of death, something like a spring breeze caressed her hair. When she opened her eyes again, the Lion's face was only inches from hers; but instead of a sentence of death in His eyes, she saw only a tranquil, watchful goodwill.
"I said that I would slay you....OR accept your unconditional surrender," Aslan reminded her in a voice deeper than deep magic. "You look to Me like someone surrendering. I cannot yet call you My daughter; but you are on your way to what you need to become. Therefore I give you My promise that you shall NOT die without having all the opportunity you need to arrive at the full understanding, the complete regeneration. Go to your airplane, and seek the man you seek, for he is My servant. Before you reach him, I will already have made him aware of your coming."
The sorceress-turned-celebrity trembled afresh. "But...will he let me speak to him?"
"I shall instruct him to give you a hearing. But how he receives what he hears will depend, of course, on what you choose to say...and on whether you mean it." Those words were scarcely finished before Aslan faded from view. The Snow Queen, shaking but now more hopeful, rose to her feet.
Aslan had let her live.
And He had said that Emmett would listen to her!!!