[ Niamh offered no tales, but drank in everything her traveling companion had to say about his far off land. She'd never heard of this place called Narnia, but it sounded truly beautiful. She wishes she could visit someday, though she knows that may never happen.
When they reach their destination, the flowers' bright blue color makes them easy to spot on the southern shore. Niamh appears momentarily puzzled as to why her companion wouldn't wish to swim, but then she realizes and giggles. He is quite furry, isn't he?
She shakes her head no, she doesn't mind getting them, and walks into the lake. ...and keeps walking, even as the water closes over her head. Not coming up for air once, she emerges on the other side, quickly bending over to pluck as many flowers as she can carry. ]
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When they reach their destination, the flowers' bright blue color makes them easy to spot on the southern shore. Niamh appears momentarily puzzled as to why her companion wouldn't wish to swim, but then she realizes and giggles. He is quite furry, isn't he?
She shakes her head no, she doesn't mind getting them, and walks into the lake. ...and keeps walking, even as the water closes over her head. Not coming up for air once, she emerges on the other side, quickly bending over to pluck as many flowers as she can carry. ]