[...memories of a long winter...]

My 'chronicles of narnia' tag is bigger than my 'connor mcmanus' tag and my 'peter pevensie' tag is bigger than my 'murphy mcmanus tag'. o_O It is a new age.

This next bit owes a lot to Mirkat's "A Game of Chess", which was the first fic I read that expanded on Edmund's shadiness potential. Check out also its remix, "Legacy" by Lizzen, which is also lovely. I am jealous.

I don't know what it is about Edmund being shady that lends itself well to that whimsical storytelling tone. But it lends, so I borrow. This fic includes my two favorite Edmund lines from the Prince Caspian movie, and the smoking of shisha. And I am not done with you or your coalition, Edmund, so don't leave be leaving my backburner anytime soon.

Thanks to boogalooed and girlgroovy3 for the beta. The title is from the poem 'Late August Hours Before the Year 2000' by Naomi Shihab Nye.

to move without hurry/under trees
Chronicles of Narnia. Edmund.
In following with the "if ever there were a Narnian CIA, Edmund would probably head it" trope.

( In the days of the Golden Age, Edmund headed a coalition that had no name and whose members wore no distinguishing crest. )