#restimar

This is so #relatable! Tried to write crunk once and got crinkly

see u at laneways?!!

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Wen supposed that he was right. It *could* have been a hallucination from shock and blood loss. She, however, knew the truth. She had been so close to death even then. With the blackness creeping in and her own strength fading, there was no possible way she could have gotten to- let alone found- that place on her own. Wen couldn’t even tell which way was up!

“Oh, but Mar.” Wen reproached with gentle firmness. “Aslan is *always* here. Even if we cannot see Him, He is always near. Just because he returns to His Country in the Utter East does not mean He abandons us. He is always watching and listening.” As a prophetess, Wen knew this well. Even when she hadn’t seen the Lion for great stretches of time before the attack, all she had to do was call His name after a vision and He’d be there.

“Oh?” She asked curiously. “And who is this friend? Do I know them?”

“Had.” The girl corrected. “Fin left Narnia not long after Beruna fell. I have only Alex and Lord Peridan now.”

Laughing loudly, Wen shook her head. “We’ll make as much as you’d like.” Often times she was not sure how she felt about this Telmarine Lord. He was dangerous, and unperturbed by societal mores. Occasionally, he scared her. But times like this, when he seemed little more than an overgrown excited child, she found herself quite fond of him.

“Oh, goodness, no. The door is fine. Alex fixed it for me a while ago. While I was ill, I believe. Dara stayed with me while I was recovering from my injuries in Beruna. I was at death’s door for most of that time, and after I was well again at last, she’d been there for so long. I had grown used to her presence, and she wanted to strike her own way for a bit by then. So I asked her to move in with me.”