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the handmaids... of FATE!!!! (...fate!... ate!... ate!..)
300 words of Aslan and the dragon straight chillin' after a hard day's night of smiling omnipotently and being generally inscrutable.
The Handmaids of Fate
Narnia/Merlin. Aslan, the dragon. G.
“We meet again, old friend.”
"We meet again, old friend," said the dragon, and the lion responded with a deferential nod.
"I trust you are well," said Aslan.
"As well as can be, in these conditions."
"One does what one can."
"Always. How is your charge?"
"He is learning fast. The High King of Narnia is strong in his faith. Your magician?"
"Perhaps not as faithful as your king."
The lion nodded. "Give him time. Soon he will learn the fine line between choice and duty, and learn it well. Between these two things, one can find one’s destiny, but one must have patience and faith."
"Destiny," intoned the dragon, "is indeed a difficult thing to escape."
"It might also help," Aslan added, "if you refrain from trying to bend his heart so."
"Surely I don't know what you mean."
Aslan only smiled, and it was a gentle and indulgent smile.
"Surely," the dragon went on, flicking its tail, "whatever it is you think I am doing is nothing quite like sending the wolves after your queen for the sole purpose of giving your king a chance to rescue her."
"Brother," said Aslan in a benevolent sort of way, "you misread that situation."
"How difficult it is," gushed the dragon, "to divine the hearts of gods, whose intentions are like the raindrops fallen to the sea, simultaneously vanishing and becoming something bigger than themselves."
"Gods have no intentions," said Aslan. "they only carry out the will of the Deep Magic."
"Who, then, carries out the will of gods?"
And to this, the great lion was silent, but the dragon did not begrudge him for it. They both knew the way of silence and circumvention, that sometimes the lack of an answer was the best answer of all to give.
"Who knows," Aslan eventually said, "the Deep Magic of will?"
The dragon nodded gravely. "Who, indeed."
The Handmaids of Fate
Narnia/Merlin. Aslan, the dragon. G.
“We meet again, old friend.”
"We meet again, old friend," said the dragon, and the lion responded with a deferential nod.
"I trust you are well," said Aslan.
"As well as can be, in these conditions."
"One does what one can."
"Always. How is your charge?"
"He is learning fast. The High King of Narnia is strong in his faith. Your magician?"
"Perhaps not as faithful as your king."
The lion nodded. "Give him time. Soon he will learn the fine line between choice and duty, and learn it well. Between these two things, one can find one’s destiny, but one must have patience and faith."
"Destiny," intoned the dragon, "is indeed a difficult thing to escape."
"It might also help," Aslan added, "if you refrain from trying to bend his heart so."
"Surely I don't know what you mean."
Aslan only smiled, and it was a gentle and indulgent smile.
"Surely," the dragon went on, flicking its tail, "whatever it is you think I am doing is nothing quite like sending the wolves after your queen for the sole purpose of giving your king a chance to rescue her."
"Brother," said Aslan in a benevolent sort of way, "you misread that situation."
"How difficult it is," gushed the dragon, "to divine the hearts of gods, whose intentions are like the raindrops fallen to the sea, simultaneously vanishing and becoming something bigger than themselves."
"Gods have no intentions," said Aslan. "they only carry out the will of the Deep Magic."
"Who, then, carries out the will of gods?"
And to this, the great lion was silent, but the dragon did not begrudge him for it. They both knew the way of silence and circumvention, that sometimes the lack of an answer was the best answer of all to give.
"Who knows," Aslan eventually said, "the Deep Magic of will?"
The dragon nodded gravely. "Who, indeed."
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