in conclusion: narnia: prettier, smarter, more bloodthirsty, better fighters, and BETTER THAN YOU.
er. but merlin is once weekly, they have that going for them.
(i should note i have seen only the first episode, because now i have to write tirian musing on caspian's memoirs and this weird part where he compares peter to a lion his father killed.)
"you know they kill magicians here, don't you?" edmund says, and peter raises his eyebrows.
"good thing we didn't bring any with us, then, isn't it?" he says, leaning on sebi's saddlehorn. she flips her tail.
"are we going to have to pretend to be ordinary?" she asks, in the tones of the long-suffering.
peter pats her neck with one gloved hand. "just for now," he says. "i'll see you get the finest oats."
"i'd rather have good narnian grass," she mutters.
"and there's our escort," edmund says, straightening. "this should go well. uther's son is just about your age." he squints. "and from what i can tell, he looks like you, too."
"lovely," peter says. "so no one's going to take us seriously, then?"
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er. but merlin is once weekly, they have that going for them.
(i should note i have seen only the first episode, because now i have to write tirian musing on caspian's memoirs and this weird part where he compares peter to a lion his father killed.)
"you know they kill magicians here, don't you?" edmund says, and peter raises his eyebrows.
"good thing we didn't bring any with us, then, isn't it?" he says, leaning on sebi's saddlehorn. she flips her tail.
"are we going to have to pretend to be ordinary?" she asks, in the tones of the long-suffering.
peter pats her neck with one gloved hand. "just for now," he says. "i'll see you get the finest oats."
"i'd rather have good narnian grass," she mutters.
"and there's our escort," edmund says, straightening. "this should go well. uther's son is just about your age." he squints. "and from what i can tell, he looks like you, too."
"lovely," peter says. "so no one's going to take us seriously, then?"