Al certainly wasn't expecting Lucy either, and he startled slightly as she fell into pace beside him, her horse's speed matching his own. Al was careful to keep himself steady on the reigns, despite his surprise. It took a long time for them to find and train animals willing to take on dangerous predators as riders; he didn't want to ruin this one from a moment's carelessness. Even as he thought this, he realized: he would leave his beloved mount behind when they reached Cair Paravel. Such a rare and valuable item wouldn't be allowed to go with a lion who was, for all intents and purposes, rogue.
Peter had been far from happy to hear what Al had to say about the previous night. And his intentions. Ed and Winry knew something was afoot, but he couldn't explain it all to them without revealing what had happened to Edmund. That was a trust he would never breach, and so, Al found himself in their ill graces as well. He had no one to speak to about what had transpired, and that made it so much harder.
It was a relief, then, to see Lucy, although he didn't know what he could safely share with her. He ducked his head in acknowledgement and murmured, "Thanks," looking away. He liked Lucy -- it wasn't unreasonable to say she was his favorite of the Pevensies, especially as she seemed to understand entirely what it was like to have a stubborn older brother. Cautiously, Al asked, "Did you talk to Peter?"
No telling what she'd heard second or third hand. He didn't want to expose Edmund any further. Even though things had ended bitterly between them, he still felt a sense of loyalty to the king. He knew it was stupid. Brother had already told him so, at length. But some part of Al still needed to protect Edmund.
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Date: 2017-09-04 10:00 pm (UTC)Peter had been far from happy to hear what Al had to say about the previous night. And his intentions. Ed and Winry knew something was afoot, but he couldn't explain it all to them without revealing what had happened to Edmund. That was a trust he would never breach, and so, Al found himself in their ill graces as well. He had no one to speak to about what had transpired, and that made it so much harder.
It was a relief, then, to see Lucy, although he didn't know what he could safely share with her. He ducked his head in acknowledgement and murmured, "Thanks," looking away. He liked Lucy -- it wasn't unreasonable to say she was his favorite of the Pevensies, especially as she seemed to understand entirely what it was like to have a stubborn older brother. Cautiously, Al asked, "Did you talk to Peter?"
No telling what she'd heard second or third hand. He didn't want to expose Edmund any further. Even though things had ended bitterly between them, he still felt a sense of loyalty to the king. He knew it was stupid. Brother had already told him so, at length. But some part of Al still needed to protect Edmund.