chatelaine of cair paravel
In the wood, near but not too near the Lantern, drives a sledge, drawn by a reindeer under the whip of a Dwarf, and carrying a woman, of sorts. She is taller, and paler, and somehow - grander, more terrible, colder even than the deep winter through which she rides. The furs are decorative; she wears nothing over her ears, which, were she human, would spell frostbite given how long she has been on this ride.
The harness-bells jingle tinnily.
The harness-bells jingle tinnily.
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Mostly.
Not completely.
He doesn't complain. That might get some of them to stop, but not the ones who are the problem.
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Some of her minions ask her for a resupply.
She wants to know if they've been eating them, and they tell her they have not, they only feed them to Winter.
And she laughs and makes a new jar and distributes them to everyone who wants a few, and she calls Winter over to hand-feed him just one; it is the first jellybean he hasn't had to do anything for in nearly a year.
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He licks his lips.
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When Jadis finds out what her minions have been doing with the provided jellybeans, she laughs and laughs.
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