"Truly, it would be impossible," he agrees, leaning back against the stable wall with one shoulder pressing into wood, mouth half-turning to a smile. "You'd have loved Narnia in the winter. The fauns would dance in the snow for hours, and there would be hot mulled wine and cider, and the best sort of hot chocolate, when all was done and we wanted to come in from the cold."
And the woods, the Western Woods, stretching to Lantern Waste and the ancient frozen palace between the hills, trees glassy with ice and coated with thick frost.
"Not to mention rather large snowball fights in the courtyard, as I recall."
Not that winter in Narnia was all fun and games and celebrations: there were wars fought, tricky negotiations made, long, bleak stretches of cold and dark, when it seemed the whole land dreamed nightmares of the Hundred Year Winter and the return of the Witch, but it was cheerful and lovely more often than it was not, and Spring did always come with a relieving thaw, in the end.
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Date: 2012-12-28 03:42 am (UTC)And the woods, the Western Woods, stretching to Lantern Waste and the ancient frozen palace between the hills, trees glassy with ice and coated with thick frost.
"Not to mention rather large snowball fights in the courtyard, as I recall."
Not that winter in Narnia was all fun and games and celebrations: there were wars fought, tricky negotiations made, long, bleak stretches of cold and dark, when it seemed the whole land dreamed nightmares of the Hundred Year Winter and the return of the Witch, but it was cheerful and lovely more often than it was not, and Spring did always come with a relieving thaw, in the end.