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Marian had come outside from her interactions by the window.

To escape the prying eyes and fingers that kept trying to make it better.

They couldn't. If she wanted to stain her soul here, for the betterment of the world she loved best there, it was best she did it without their concern anyway. So maybe it was best she was alone until she could find her ex-fiancé, as well.

She wandered the shore, stopping only a moment to gaze at the Hope.

They'd talked about living to see light and goodness.

Marian frowned. She'd never made it.

Now they were both gone.


Settling into the sand, not too far or too close to the Hope, or the ocean, Marian sat down and watched the late winter clouds roll over the sea.



Marian blinked in confusion as her eyes opened.

Nathan had said they--those between the realms--didn't sleep.

What had happened?

The air....smelled sweet.

She looked around her.

The sky was an endless, peerless ribbon, the beach was golden and tan and glowing as though the light was coming from underneath it, and the ocean seemed more salty, more brilliantly blue and silver and white, and almost appeared as though, out there, right where the seas met sky, to be a shimmering, shifting field of flowers.

It was so calm and cool. The breeze ruffled her hair..

...and none of it ruffled her.

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Date: 2008-02-20 07:21 am (UTC)
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That roar, quiet and bright and sweet, is the sound of a Lion's laughter.

"Shall you walk with me a space, Daughter of Eve? There is much to see along the shoreline."

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Date: 2008-02-20 07:30 am (UTC)
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Aslan moves along the beachhead, pawprints less deep than one might expect of a lion of his size, keeping pace with Marian.

Time passes, though the warmth of the sunlight remains, as does the thick, heady smell of violets.

And gradually, as if without much thought, their path begins to lead inland.

Toward a forest, glowing bright as any jewel under the sun.

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