More goosebumps. Again, I am being completely honest here.
This scene reminds me of so many things... there's bits of Mist of Avalon in here, and Dune with the Water of Life - I was half expecting Fidra to squeeze the wineskin so Peter got a good amount!
And having finished that part - the Sun died, OMG - I am totally without words. This is all of Narnia's life, shown to Peter in his kingmaking, the good and the bad, and you weave it together so beautifully with the joys and sorrows, the smoke and the worm, blue shields with silver stars, descendants, Morgan and Aidan I see you both! - and Peter searches for his family. Where is Susan?
(it was only spelling so she hadn’t been planning on doing it at all)
Snort.
I love how Lucy has no awkwardness about the impending -- pollinating -- of Peter. I've always seen her as the quickest to adapt to being Narnian, since she's come through so young. All of her formative experiences happen in Narnia.
That time! More blood magic? I am intrigued!
THE SEVEN PERCENT SOLUTION OH ED YOU AND HOLMES LITERARY SOULMATES FOREVER.
Peter had just said curtly that their school’s hypocrisy notwithstanding, it was a crime in England. Snort. And at the same time, sigh. That is funnysadouch.
Lucy braiding Susan's hair! Oh, bless. Surely, goddesses understood sisters. Of course they do, Lucy, and you know that.
OH POMONA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL
bringing water and sharing love and blood or seed This is breathtaking. Pomona, goddess of life and love, and especially the part where the sharing of the one creates the other. Teaching this to Susan, and Lucy watching on, knowing she herself may do this one day.
The romp with Pomona and Epona is so beautiful: the moonlight and water and blossoms and watching circle of Beasts, and I can feel just how joyous the ritual is.
And Susan with the blood in her: this is such an important detail, and something that is not gross at all (contrary to popular modern belief) but important, and powerful: it's her body's sign that she can make life of herself, and being in that state puts her on equal standing with these goddesses. This is incredible.
taking the rare opportunity to claim the lounger since Peter wasn’t in it. Peter’s desk chair was the most uncomfortable in Cair Paravel. Guffaw.
“Or try to deny what we are now and are becoming and try to hold on to what we were. I, for one, have no intention of doing that, ever.”
... Ed, you are incredible. Writer, you are incredible for making Ed see things so clearly.
Paint and wine! Peter at the bonfire! Red and black patterns on the skin... i am humbled that you can take that little story I popped out and make it so magical and significant and symbolic and... oh, everything. Have all the words, and all the wine, and all the paint.
Edmund is so funny here, just in existing. I adore the glimpses of early Ed and Merle, all the sleeping together piled like pups - and they are, sort of, aren't they? Neither of them full grown yet.
And at the end... Ed and Lucy, growing up more Narnian than their older siblings and knowing it, but wanting to do the rituals anyway just for the fun of it.. there's something very Narnian in that, in their wanting to throw themselves in and experience everything that can be, just because it's there and theirs if they want it, and they are so fully a part of their world that there's no denying to themselves any aspect of it.
AND THEN BEDTIMES. Oh, what an end note. What an amazing story, Writer.
I am grateful, and humbled, and inspired, and amazed, at this story. I hope you don't mind, Writer, if I snag bits of this for my BTB-verse later on... because I really do want to. So many parts here are taking root inside my mind and poking around, trying to make ideas out of themselves.
Thank you so very very much. I adore this. Thank you thank you thank you! I'm, really, beyond amazed at how much worldbuilding and detail and mythology and ritual you've put in here.
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“Open our eyes that we might see....”
More goosebumps. Again, I am being completely honest here.
This scene reminds me of so many things... there's bits of Mist of Avalon in here, and Dune with the Water of Life - I was half expecting Fidra to squeeze the wineskin so Peter got a good amount!
And having finished that part - the Sun died, OMG - I am totally without words. This is all of Narnia's life, shown to Peter in his kingmaking, the good and the bad, and you weave it together so beautifully with the joys and sorrows, the smoke and the worm, blue shields with silver stars, descendants, Morgan and Aidan I see you both! - and Peter searches for his family. Where is Susan?
(it was only spelling so she hadn’t been planning on doing it at all)
Snort.
I love how Lucy has no awkwardness about the impending -- pollinating -- of Peter. I've always seen her as the quickest to adapt to being Narnian, since she's come through so young. All of her formative experiences happen in Narnia.
That time! More blood magic? I am intrigued!
THE SEVEN PERCENT SOLUTION OH ED YOU AND HOLMES LITERARY SOULMATES FOREVER.
Peter had just said curtly that their school’s hypocrisy notwithstanding, it was a crime in England. Snort. And at the same time, sigh. That is funnysadouch.
Lucy braiding Susan's hair! Oh, bless. Surely, goddesses understood sisters. Of course they do, Lucy, and you know that.
OH POMONA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL
bringing water and sharing love and blood or seed This is breathtaking. Pomona, goddess of life and love, and especially the part where the sharing of the one creates the other. Teaching this to Susan, and Lucy watching on, knowing she herself may do this one day.
The romp with Pomona and Epona is so beautiful: the moonlight and water and blossoms and watching circle of Beasts, and I can feel just how joyous the ritual is.
And Susan with the blood in her: this is such an important detail, and something that is not gross at all (contrary to popular modern belief) but important, and powerful: it's her body's sign that she can make life of herself, and being in that state puts her on equal standing with these goddesses. This is incredible.
taking the rare opportunity to claim the lounger since Peter wasn’t in it. Peter’s desk chair was the most uncomfortable in Cair Paravel. Guffaw.
“Or try to deny what we are now and are becoming and try to hold on to what we were. I, for one, have no intention of doing that, ever.”
... Ed, you are incredible. Writer, you are incredible for making Ed see things so clearly.
Paint and wine! Peter at the bonfire! Red and black patterns on the skin... i am humbled that you can take that little story I popped out and make it so magical and significant and symbolic and... oh, everything. Have all the words, and all the wine, and all the paint.
Edmund is so funny here, just in existing. I adore the glimpses of early Ed and Merle, all the sleeping together piled like pups - and they are, sort of, aren't they? Neither of them full grown yet.
And at the end... Ed and Lucy, growing up more Narnian than their older siblings and knowing it, but wanting to do the rituals anyway just for the fun of it.. there's something very Narnian in that, in their wanting to throw themselves in and experience everything that can be, just because it's there and theirs if they want it, and they are so fully a part of their world that there's no denying to themselves any aspect of it.
AND THEN BEDTIMES. Oh, what an end note. What an amazing story, Writer.
I am grateful, and humbled, and inspired, and amazed, at this story. I hope you don't mind, Writer, if I snag bits of this for my BTB-verse later on... because I really do want to. So many parts here are taking root inside my mind and poking around, trying to make ideas out of themselves.
Thank you so very very much. I adore this. Thank you thank you thank you! I'm, really, beyond amazed at how much worldbuilding and detail and mythology and ritual you've put in here.