It does not get very interesting. Winter may be a human, but he has been in Narnia long enough to pick up the speech and habits and dress of Narnians, and could be mistaken for a young midgety giant or a certain type of incubus. No creatures he meets outside of Narnia's borders know who or what the White Witch keeps at her right hand; they see the blades he carries and the way he walks and presume that his business, if he doesn't trouble them with it, is his own.
There are a great many mountains in his way, with hazardous slopes and even bitterer cold at the high altitudes.
But once they have been crossed, there is a garden.
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Date: 2013-06-23 12:47 am (UTC)There are a great many mountains in his way, with hazardous slopes and even bitterer cold at the high altitudes.
But once they have been crossed, there is a garden.