Edmund still felt rather unsettled by the previous day's events. This is understandable if you've ever experienced a terribly big shock. You may think you are fine even hours after the event, but in little ways you might be off, feeling disconnected and strange. It wasn't so bad, but he had decided to take a walk alone, in hopes that it would clear his head.
Alone, except for Honour, who padded along the sand on great paws beside his human. It was more than passing strange to Edmund how the direwolf would stay out of sight most any day of the week, but he knew when he was most needed. Edmund was grateful for it.
Edmund kept his gaze down as he walked, but of course even when you are quiet and introspective, you have to look up every once in a while to see where you are going. He did so now, noting the young man at the shore, but thinking little of it. At first. Something about him caught Edmund's attention however - his height, his hair, the cut of his clothes, whatever was he doing at the water's edge? - and he frowned, looking closer.
Very quickly he realized who he was looking at. He had known Caspian too well, both in Narnia and on the island, not to remember his form, to know with certainty that his friend and royal brother had returned. His heavy thoughts quite forgotten, Edmund sprinted across the wet, packed sand at the water's edge to reach his friend, Honour trotting along at a slower pace behind. "Caspian!" he bellowed, grinning.
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Alone, except for Honour, who padded along the sand on great paws beside his human. It was more than passing strange to Edmund how the direwolf would stay out of sight most any day of the week, but he knew when he was most needed. Edmund was grateful for it.
Edmund kept his gaze down as he walked, but of course even when you are quiet and introspective, you have to look up every once in a while to see where you are going. He did so now, noting the young man at the shore, but thinking little of it. At first. Something about him caught Edmund's attention however - his height, his hair, the cut of his clothes, whatever was he doing at the water's edge? - and he frowned, looking closer.
Very quickly he realized who he was looking at. He had known Caspian too well, both in Narnia and on the island, not to remember his form, to know with certainty that his friend and royal brother had returned. His heavy thoughts quite forgotten, Edmund sprinted across the wet, packed sand at the water's edge to reach his friend, Honour trotting along at a slower pace behind. "Caspian!" he bellowed, grinning.