The Stables - Friday Morning
Friday, October 30th, 2009 09:25 pmEdmund was cold when he awoke. He was also human again and quite naked, which he realised only after a few bleary blinks. He was human again. "Aslan's mane," he sighed in relief and reached over to the dishevelled pile of clothes he'd thought to bring out here during the week for when he turned back.
He stood and started to dress, with one thing in mind after this: breakfast. Preferably eggs.
He stood and started to dress, with one thing in mind after this: breakfast. Preferably eggs.