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Narnia Plot Post Two
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lastchanceforhonorSansa had never heard of Narnia. When she had appeared at the base of the cliff - sans Dr. Watson, oddly enough - she blinked in surprise when she saw a small man perched on a rock, as if he was waiting for them. "Oh, hello." The words just sort of fell out of her mouth, and her eyes skipped from the dwarf (she'd had far too many of them in her lifetime) to the castle behind him. That is why she had come, because on the screens, she'd hoped for just one moment that it could be- well. She'd not seen the castles on the far coast of Westeros. She had hoped and prayed that she would be going home, but even now the air tasted too sweet, and it was far too warm. Winter was coming in Westeros, but this place was balmy spring.
The dwarf pushed himself off his rock, grumbling as he tipped his head back to look at the first group off the transporter, and more and more of them appeared. He bowed even as he scowled. "I am Ricklebrack, and I have been sent to greet you, and take you to Cair Paravel." He squinted up at Sansa. "You're sure you are the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve? I didn't think that you could just pop in and out of the air like that. Makes my bones hurt."
Sansa stared at him with widened eyes, and she glanced behind her, her eyes flicking from Klaus to Sandor - and then to Tyrion. "If you were sent here to meet someone, my lord, it seems that we are your party. Where is this Cair Paravel you speak of?"
"What? Where, you say? Are you lack-witted, it's in Narnia, of course! That's where you are. It's right there." He said it to her like she was a child, before he shook his head. "Alright, we should head out - it's a few miles' walk. The air's clearer than usual, so everything looks far too close than it actually is."
The dwarf pushed himself off his rock, grumbling as he tipped his head back to look at the first group off the transporter, and more and more of them appeared. He bowed even as he scowled. "I am Ricklebrack, and I have been sent to greet you, and take you to Cair Paravel." He squinted up at Sansa. "You're sure you are the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve? I didn't think that you could just pop in and out of the air like that. Makes my bones hurt."
Sansa stared at him with widened eyes, and she glanced behind her, her eyes flicking from Klaus to Sandor - and then to Tyrion. "If you were sent here to meet someone, my lord, it seems that we are your party. Where is this Cair Paravel you speak of?"
"What? Where, you say? Are you lack-witted, it's in Narnia, of course! That's where you are. It's right there." He said it to her like she was a child, before he shook his head. "Alright, we should head out - it's a few miles' walk. The air's clearer than usual, so everything looks far too close than it actually is."