The concern was, in turn, something that concerned Edmund, seeing it etched there on Al's face. Why did he look so troubled? There was no flicker of recognition over the names, just puzzlement and a faint sort of worry, perhaps from not recognizing them. Edmund offered him a soothing look in exchange. "This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened to me, you know," he said placatingly. "I'd be happy to tell you all about it on our way back. It's a bit of a long story..."
Gathering up the books he'd decided on, and checking with Al whether they should leave them there or re-shelve them themselves, Edmund made for the front desk. "I could be here all day, you know," he muttered in passing with a sideways grin at Al, "so best make a break for it while we can." He really could, too. A whole library full of books he'd never read. It was a student's paradise. Maybe the two of them could even sneak off here once in a while and read and hide in the shelves and make out wait no well maybe just a little...
Slightly distracted, Edmund hefted his mound of books that he was carrying (so that Al could wield his crutches unhindered) and headed back for the inn. "So...this worlds business. It all started in England when my sister Lucy discovered a wardrobe..." And from there, the tale spun them back to their lodging and all the way up to Al's room, where he plopped the books down and wound back to the bed, still giving an abbreviated version of his history, from his childhood in London to fifteen years as Narnia's Kings and Queens, two more trips to Narnia, and his current situation, on a train to help other Friends of Narnia get back to it.
"Our country's in trouble," he said, looking more grave than he had so far. "Usually when that happens, Aslan summons some of us to come help. This time though...it seems like we had to find a way in ourselves." He'd given a short explanation of the Lion who'd been the one to call them there in the first place. "And now, instead, I find myself here. I thought at first I'd been brought into some land beyond Narnia, on some mission to rescue it. But I don't think that's the case anymore." His brow furrowed in thought as he glanced at Al, seeing how his story was received.
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Date: 2015-08-10 11:52 pm (UTC)Gathering up the books he'd decided on, and checking with Al whether they should leave them there or re-shelve them themselves, Edmund made for the front desk. "I could be here all day, you know," he muttered in passing with a sideways grin at Al, "so best make a break for it while we can." He really could, too. A whole library full of books he'd never read. It was a student's paradise. Maybe the two of them could even sneak off here once in a while and read and hide in the shelves
and make out wait no well maybe just a little...Slightly distracted, Edmund hefted his mound of books that he was carrying (so that Al could wield his crutches unhindered) and headed back for the inn. "So...this worlds business. It all started in England when my sister Lucy discovered a wardrobe..." And from there, the tale spun them back to their lodging and all the way up to Al's room, where he plopped the books down and wound back to the bed, still giving an abbreviated version of his history, from his childhood in London to fifteen years as Narnia's Kings and Queens, two more trips to Narnia, and his current situation, on a train to help other Friends of Narnia get back to it.
"Our country's in trouble," he said, looking more grave than he had so far. "Usually when that happens, Aslan summons some of us to come help. This time though...it seems like we had to find a way in ourselves." He'd given a short explanation of the Lion who'd been the one to call them there in the first place. "And now, instead, I find myself here. I thought at first I'd been brought into some land beyond Narnia, on some mission to rescue it. But I don't think that's the case anymore." His brow furrowed in thought as he glanced at Al, seeing how his story was received.