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House. Wardrobe. Coats.
neverbeatme
"Okay."
She finds the coat she wore last time, and - gives it to Bella, and finds another one and puts it on. Bella is smaller than she is; better both of them in coats that are slightly too big but still workable than Elizabeth in a coat that basically fits and Bella in a coat that's falling off her shoulders and dragging behind her. And she distributes hats and gloves, and settles her backpack on her back, and climbs into the wardrobe.
She finds the coat she wore last time, and - gives it to Bella, and finds another one and puts it on. Bella is smaller than she is; better both of them in coats that are slightly too big but still workable than Elizabeth in a coat that basically fits and Bella in a coat that's falling off her shoulders and dragging behind her. And she distributes hats and gloves, and settles her backpack on her back, and climbs into the wardrobe.
neverbeatme
"Yep," says Elizabeth. And more quietly: "Okay. I think the first thing we should probably do is see if we can find Tumnus's place, on the off chance that we're in time to warn him. By the way, I forgot to tell you earlier, but he mentioned that some of the trees might spy for the queen, so keep your voice down while discussing anything seditious."
neverbeatme
"You got it."
Off she goes. She knows the way to the lamp-post from here; after that, she's guessing a little more, but she's pretty sure about the turns and landmarks.
And in fact—
there it is.
Elizabeth stops when she sees the door to the cave.
Off she goes. She knows the way to the lamp-post from here; after that, she's guessing a little more, but she's pretty sure about the turns and landmarks.
And in fact—
there it is.
Elizabeth stops when she sees the door to the cave.
The door has been ripped from its hinges and is lying face-down in the snow a good six feet from the cave entrance. Carved deep into the damaged wood is the sign of a snowflake - three lines crossed to make six arms, with each end bearing six further marks that make three chevrons like the fletching of an arrow. It takes up the whole upper half of the broken door. The carving is filled with dark glittering ice, as though someone poured water into the grooves and then froze it. Only a light dusting of snow has fallen since this event, so all the relevant tracks are still visible - boots in the snow, approaching the cave; the marks where someone knelt to carve the snowflake into the door; and the signs of something large and heavy being dragged off into the wood.
Beneath the snowflake, there is a note nailed to the door.
Beneath the snowflake, there is a note nailed to the door.
jackfrostbite
It reads thusly:
The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting trial on a charge of High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands. Appeals and inquiries will be denied.
By the hand of her Majesty's most loyal servant – Eternal Winter
neverbeatme
"Thoroughly seconded," says Elizabeth. "So much for Tumnus. I feel like it would be a bad idea to go in and look around, what do you think? The - the stagedness of all this," she waves at the torn-off door with its note and its snowflake, "makes me think of the kind of people who set nasty traps."
deepest_magic
"Yeah. And it looks maybe recent, if this Eternal Winter person is nearby and forgot his wallet or something I don't want to be here."
deepest_magic
Bella nods, and -
"There's a robin. Aren't they spring birds?"
There is, indeed, a robin. It is indeed not spring.
"There's a robin. Aren't they spring birds?"
There is, indeed, a robin. It is indeed not spring.
deepest_magic
The robin looks intently at them. When Bella takes a hesitant step towards it, it flies to the next nearest tree, then turns to look at them again.
"Are animals... different, here?" wonders Bella dubiously.
"Are animals... different, here?" wonders Bella dubiously.
neverbeatme
"I'm getting the distinct sense that they are," says Elizabeth. "Let's follow the robin."
She follows the robin.
She follows the robin.
deepest_magic
"Are we sure it's a nice robin?" wonders Bella, although she follows too as the robin flutters tree to tree.
neverbeatme
"Applying fairy tale logic to the situation, yes - because robins are spring birds, and have generally positive connotations. Applying normal logic to the situation, I have no idea but I still want to find out where the robin is leading us."
deepest_magic
Bella starts a little chart in her notebook about the predictions generated by fairy tale versus ordinary logic, and continues to follow the robin.
It seems to want them to walk quite a long way.
It seems to want them to walk quite a long way.
neverbeatme
That's fine by Elizabeth. It's not like they have any better ideas about where to go, Tumnus's house having proved unsafe.
deepest_magic
Bella keeps a bit of a map, filling in a compass rose once they've been going long enough to notice the direction of the sun.
And then when they have been walking for a couple of hours -
The robin flies completely out of sight.
And then when they have been walking for a couple of hours -
The robin flies completely out of sight.
deepest_magic
No more birds.
There is a bit of motion behind a tree over there, though.
"H-hello?" says Bella, on the theory that they are quite obvious to anyone who is better at forests than they are and will have better chances getting through any interaction with such a person by being reasonably friendly.
A furry long-toothed face peeks out from behind the tree, paw over its mouth in a hush gesture.
There is a bit of motion behind a tree over there, though.
"H-hello?" says Bella, on the theory that they are quite obvious to anyone who is better at forests than they are and will have better chances getting through any interaction with such a person by being reasonably friendly.
A furry long-toothed face peeks out from behind the tree, paw over its mouth in a hush gesture.
neverbeatme
"...That is a beaver," murmurs Elizabeth. But she nods to the beaver, indicating receipt of the message.