❂ sixteen | audio [ forward dated to tomorrow morning. ]

[gazingup]

—and I was so frightened. I was looking for flowers for Victoria, and then I got lost in the forest, and then I couldn't find a way out, and- and then I walked into a dream, and I found this strange place, and all the lights, and all the big buildings, and they all look like monsters—

[ His train of words may have just been completely incomprehensible between the tears and the speed of his voice. The muffled sobs continue, as if he's pressing his face against something. ]

I thought I'd be lost forever. Forever and ever! [ some sniffling here ] I'm so happy I've found you, Papa. Everything will be fine, right?

[ ooc: Tristan is age-cursed down to the tiny age of 4! All replies will be from tinytristan. ]

Comments

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

That's a good question. Brick, mortar, stone, wooden beams, and metal ones too. [No Caspian that's how buildings are made, not how they're made TALL.] I am sure they have high ladders. [And gryphons to help out, no wait that's for home.]

As for the lights, it is this strange but wonderful energy called electricity. I think you may be a little familiar with it.

[For once he's glad to be able to introduce another 'backwards' person to modernity. But where clothes are concerned...]

For many, tailoring has become a lost art. They have my pity.

[tinytristan.livejournal.com]

They use stone and wood and bricks to make buildings in Wall, too. Everything's big here. Bigger. Your hair is bigger too.



They're like stars.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Of course. I take good care of it.

[His hair, and because he's behind Tristan Caspian can flip it without it flicking into the boy's face. So here, have a handsome toss of his head that could rival Destrier's.]

Only for now, sunrise is on the horizon. Then the lights sleep.

[tinytristan.livejournal.com]

Victoria takes good care of her hair. Papa's looks like a mushroom.



I know that.