charning | 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.

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charning

And she wraps him up in fur. Her own body hasn't warmed it at all, but it's still better than exposure to the wind, and presently his own escaping heat has it a bit better than that. "There you are. But of course that will not do all by itself -" She produces a bottle of some wicked-looking, thin liquid, pours a droplet onto the snow, and watches at it becomes a steaming mug of something with a thick head of froth. She gestures at the dwarf, and he hops up, picks up the mug, and offers it to the boy with a bow. "What is your name, dear child?"

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pythbox

"I don't have one I'm especially attached to," he says, reaching for the mug and hugging it against his chest with his hands wrapped all the way around it. "What's yours?"

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charning

"I am Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands. Go on, you may drink it."

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pythbox

"Gonna snuggle it first, 'f it's all the same to you," says the boy.

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charning

"As you like," she says, and since he's not doing anything in particular with his face, she curls one cold finger under his chin, and tilts it up towards her for inspection, and smiles at him. "What do you like best to eat, dear nameless child?"

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pythbox

"Jellybeans," he says promptly, grinning back at her.

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charning

She drops another drop of her liquid into the snow, and presently it is a jar of jellybeans in every color, and the dwarf fetches it up for the boy with another bow.

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pythbox

Now he has to drink his drink in order to get his hands on the jellybeans. So he does.

It warms him up magically, and that is exactly the right word because even his feet aren't cold anymore.

He cradles the empty mug in his lap and reaches for the jar.

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charning

"You may have them all; they are for you," says Jadis magnanimously. "I should like to hear all there is to know about you."

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pythbox

"I hate my dad and I like loud music, violence, and wearing girls' clothes," he suggests as a starting point.

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charning

The queen laughs as though he has told a particularly clever joke. "Do you. Such diverse interests."

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pythbox

He grins.

He eats a jelly bean.

He eats another one.

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charning

"Tell me more, won't you?" entices Jadis.

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pythbox

He shrugs.

"Like what?" he asks, between jellybeans three and four. He's still eating them one at a time, but he's picking up speed.

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charning

"Have you any brothers, or sisters? Did anyone come to this place with you?" she asks, and one long-nailed hand adjusts his hair, scratching gently over his scalp.

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pythbox

His hair is curly and brown and full of snow. He leans into her hand a little.

"Nah, it's just me."

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charning

"And how did you come to be here, all by yourself," she almost coos, dusting the snow from his hair and smoothing the curls.

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pythbox

"I was hiding in my mom's wardrobe and I came out in a forest. These are really good," he says, indicating the jar of jelly beans.

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charning

"Of course they are," says the witch. "There are more of them at my home. Perhaps you would like to come with me to see it."

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pythbox

"Sure!" he says cheerfully, and he crunches another jelly bean.

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charning

She gestures to the dwarf, and his whip cracks, and the reindeer drags them all into the forest.

"Dear nameless child," says the Queen. "I think perhaps I should like to call you Winter."

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pythbox

Winter grins brightly at her. There is candy between his teeth.

"Okay."

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charning

"Do tell me anything else there is to know about my new favorite," she purrs. "For that is what you are."

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pythbox

"Mmm..."

The answer is less immediately obvious now, but after a few seconds he volunteers, "I hate my dad 'cause he beats me up a lot. I was gonna kill him when I figured out how, but I'd rather just stay here and forget about him."

The jelly beans are half gone by the end of this little speech.