Aug. 30th, 2005

awesome_lilly: (dreaming)
Peter is riding.

The grass is the green of imagination, a shade of uninterrupted emerald that only exists in Narnia, and in dreams of Narnia.

Duncan shifts smoothly beneath him, muscles flowing like silk. Peter's hair blows in the wind.

It is freedom, it is flight.

In Narnia, Peter can smile.
awesome_lilly: (dreaming)
The curtains are of rich red velvet, and the stage of burnished brown wood.  The seats are all deep, comfortable plush, and the lighting reflecting from the crystal chandelier above somehow manages to be perfect at every angle.

Meg always dances in a beautiful theater, in her dreams.  After all, why settle for less from your own subconscious?

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