The image of Edmund, in his fur form, of course, streaking through the halls of Cair Paravel with a cape of quilted wash rags streaming out behind him was too much for Al. He shoved hand into his mouth and laughed anyway, around it, the color rising further up his cheeks.
"I'm not afraid," he said absently, rubbing Edmund's ears with his hands fingertips, which was more or less what Edmund was demanding, pushing under his hands like this. "Exactly. It's... complicated. His reasons aren't bad." Al felt obligated to defend his king, his pride leader, after all. He understood why Peter had imposed restrictions. He wasn't born to this, and Lions were such social creatures.
But Edmund was right. Not only was Al protected by his demand, he was almost trapped by it. How was he, a lowly steward, supposed to challenge a king?
After a moment, he pulled his hand back, and shifted. A moment later a large, powerful male lion stood where Al had, daintily stepping out of the clothes he'd been wearing. His fur, a very pale yellow, looked even lighter against Edmund's jet black.
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Date: 2016-05-03 07:34 pm (UTC)"I'm not afraid," he said absently, rubbing Edmund's ears with his hands fingertips, which was more or less what Edmund was demanding, pushing under his hands like this. "Exactly. It's... complicated. His reasons aren't bad." Al felt obligated to defend his king, his pride leader, after all. He understood why Peter had imposed restrictions. He wasn't born to this, and Lions were such social creatures.
But Edmund was right. Not only was Al protected by his demand, he was almost trapped by it. How was he, a lowly steward, supposed to challenge a king?
After a moment, he pulled his hand back, and shifted. A moment later a large, powerful male lion stood where Al had, daintily stepping out of the clothes he'd been wearing. His fur, a very pale yellow, looked even lighter against Edmund's jet black.