DE: Arrr, Late Morning

[bjornwilde]

 Running late so I'm going with a classic today, Prompts! Tag in with what pups you'd like to play with and we'll give you prompts for a writing blurb of whatever length suits your muse. Can't think of a prompt? Set your MP3 player/program, radio or internet streaming service to shuffle and give us a song title!

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[wanderlustlover]

Playing Shuffle Title Roulette --

Caspian: In The End
Emma: Wrong Impression
Jack: Goodbye
Nicholas: Born Free
Danny: Galway to Graceland

[the_seafarer]

When I have passed through the forest of my trails
And stand at last where the shadows run for miles

He stands and looks for a long moment, an eternity or an instant, looks as if he'll never find his fill, squinting against a kindly sun, casting his gaze out across the clean sweep of water, a green sea, a sheet of glass some giant blew into long ripples.

And everywhere, the sweet scents: lilies, sun-struck grass, the mellow earth dug up and over-turned by curious claws, snuffling noses.

One nudges his knee, and he looks down.

"Pardon me, your Majesty," says the old, dearly beloved voice, and Caspian smiles. Trufflehunter's stripes are still clear and arresting, handsome as they ever were, brighter now that he is free of shadows and bathed in the sunshine of another, truer world. "Do you care to wait alone?"

"Nay, friend." He lifts his head, looks to the white flowers blooming in a fair blaze along the banks. "Come, sit with me a while. It shan't be long, and you can tell me a story while we sit."

Trufflehunter's head bows, and his claws knit together anxiously. "I'm not one for stories, my lord. They were all told best before I was born."

Caspian's smile is bright, and he sits, reaches for the flowers, pulls a few into a sweetly-scented pile, and begins to weave, fingers finding the crown which lies hidden in stem and leaves and the jeweled petals. "Then perhaps I'll tell you, instead.

"It begins, you know, with a door in the air."