Tales from the Wardrobe...

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"I'm glad! I made sure it was perfect for you."


*ooc I need to be getting off soon too, but I'll post one more after this one.**
 
**ooc lucy is talking to both Susan and Aravis. lol**

"Oh good, nothing like the sound of the arrows whizzing by to get the day started."


** ooc; ok guys im out, you all can keep going. I'll be back in an hour or so.**
 
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Soon the breakfast was served. There were pastries (lucy's favorite), egg omlettes, toast with honey and jam,fruit, and bacon. Lucy couldn't wait to eat, but she did wonder if her two brothers would arrive before their food got cold.

""have any of you seen Peter or Ed?" she asked the others.
 
*Edmund stirs, opens his eyes and yawns a huge yawn*
"Ow! These late night inspections will be the death of me!" I need to talk to His Royal Silliness, the High King about choosing someone else to accompany him in these endeavors." Master Oreius is still strong and fierce. He could replace me from time to time."
"Hullo! Is that breakfast I smell? Lady Chipdolly's cooking, I shouldn't wonder. Lucy and the girls are probably already enjoying it. I think I shall join them."

*gets up and walks to the wash room to have a wash*
 
Only after Edmund had been seated and served did Peter--who had been the last one to bed--join the others. Returning all greetings and calmly shrugging off all jokes, he said, "I had the most bizarre dream after I finally got to sleep. I dreamed I was a Talking Fox living in Byron-on-Wells."
 
"The oddest part," said Peter, "was not me being a fox. I've dreamed of being animals before. The oddest part--and annoying--was the things the weasel was saying."
 
"Quite odd indeed brother," she said sipping on her water, "I dreamt that I was in battle and Aslan was beside me. It was...thrilling I guess you can say. What about you Ed? Any dreams.?"
 
"The dream was happening in one of the Byron-on-Wells taverns where the furniture is designed for medium and small sized animals who've mastered walking on their hind feet. This weasel had a big audience, and he was talking about me--about the real me, that is, not about the fox me. He was saying that King Peter was arrogant and childish and surly and conceited and quarrelsome and touchy and short-tempered and narcissistic and immature, and ungrateful to any who helped him; and those were the NICEST things he said about me. I'm trying to remember if I heard a name for the weasel in the dream....yes, they called him Nedwal."
 
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