"No less of one than this floating city we found ourselves in."
These tiny flowers remind him of the starry white blossoms that bloom in the deeps of the Western Woods, near Lantern Waste. Summer snowflakes, they're called, or sometimes Queensilver: named so for the drifts of the Hundred Year Winter, the snow that brought Lucy through the wardrobe and into Narnia to meet Tumnus, the Faun.
These flowers are a sunny yellow, not snowy white, but the tiny points on the petals make him smile nonetheless. They grow in bunches; he wonders if he'd be allowed to pluck one or two, to give Marian and make her smile at their cheerful nodding heads. Were they out a-Maying, he'd take these and the snowflakes and weave a crown to set on her raven hair, to tease out laughter and the sparkle in her eyes that's only just these past weeks begun to shine again --
But they have not ridden out a-Maying, searching for spring, and these flowers must be meant for something other than silly crowns.
(It will still be summer in Ambergeldar, and the woods are full of wild blossoms there; he can find Queen Anne's lace and forget-me-nots blue as sapphires and win a smile for a task so much sweeter than a joust or duel.)
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These tiny flowers remind him of the starry white blossoms that bloom in the deeps of the Western Woods, near Lantern Waste. Summer snowflakes, they're called, or sometimes Queensilver: named so for the drifts of the Hundred Year Winter, the snow that brought Lucy through the wardrobe and into Narnia to meet Tumnus, the Faun.
These flowers are a sunny yellow, not snowy white, but the tiny points on the petals make him smile nonetheless. They grow in bunches; he wonders if he'd be allowed to pluck one or two, to give Marian and make her smile at their cheerful nodding heads. Were they out a-Maying, he'd take these and the snowflakes and weave a crown to set on her raven hair, to tease out laughter and the sparkle in her eyes that's only just these past weeks begun to shine again --
But they have not ridden out a-Maying, searching for spring, and these flowers must be meant for something other than silly crowns.
(It will still be summer in Ambergeldar, and the woods are full of wild blossoms there; he can find Queen Anne's lace and forget-me-nots blue as sapphires and win a smile for a task so much sweeter than a joust or duel.)
"Have you been here long?"