*fans self*

[bedlamsbard]

God, I haven't posted fic in so long that I forgot what a hit feedback is. Like taking coke straight to the vein...not that I know what's like, so maybe not the best analogy ever. Of course, the fact that I actually jumped on a fandom when it's hot is a shock too. (Star Wars, three years after Ep. III came out. Ha. HA.)

And now I have plot bunnies. This is good! As soon as I get my head out of the faux-high English bit so the Pevensies will sound like real people.

"Look: he worsens, he grows weak," Edmund said, placing his palm over the High King's heart.

"I fear for the fate of Narnia should it become known that the High King is taken gravely ill," said Edmund. "Our so-called allies wait for the slightest sign of weakness; if it should be known that Peter cannot fight, or that he has passed into the land of Aslan -- I have not Peter's skill in the art of war."