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edenfallingIn honor of my frustration at both my remix and my NFE fic, it's time for another tiny installment in Edmund and Ginny Go to Harfang. :)
Written 8/29/19, in response to the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genprompt_bingo square heat. (250 words)
[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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At the Appropriate Time
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"You have to concede-- incendio!-- that at least it's not-- oh, Merlin's beard-- sectumsempra, sectumsempra, sectumsempra!-- not a trackless waste of water," Ginny shouted as she clung grimly to a mossy stump, bracing against the muddy waves stirred by two crocodiles' death throes. "There's trees and everything, and I think I see a bit of solid ground over to my left."
Edmund yanked his sword, slick with blood and other fluids, out of the third crocodile's slack jaws and cast his companion a speaking look.
"Yes, fine, we're lost again," Ginny conceded. "It's still easier to slog north over dry land than sail west without a boat."
Edmund wiped his sword on a low, scrubby tuft of grass for lack of anything cleaner or drier. Then he swung it up to rest the flat against his shoulder, since the sheath was just as muddy and soaked as the rest of his clothes and would only encourage rust.
"That might be true," he said, "except dry land tends to have people living on it, and people tend to involve politics. I'm not feeling particularly politic at the moment."
"Pish," Ginny said, still balancing herself with the half-rotted log. "Between you and me, we can talk our way out of anything -- and if that fails, I'll just turn you into a crocodile and let you be as snappish as you want."
"Save that for when we reach Harfang," Edmund said, and caught Ginny's free hand with his own to steady them both.
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End of Ficlet
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I'm not entirely sure where I want to take this next. Calormen? Random points west? I'm kind of leaning toward some section of Calormen not explored in canon, and then perhaps west to the mysterious lakes/inland sea that is canonically implied to exist somewhere in that direction. I suppose we'll see whenever I get there. *wry*
Written 8/29/19, in response to the
genprompt_bingo square heat. (250 words)[ETA: the AO3 crosspost is now up!]
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At the Appropriate Time
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"You have to concede-- incendio!-- that at least it's not-- oh, Merlin's beard-- sectumsempra, sectumsempra, sectumsempra!-- not a trackless waste of water," Ginny shouted as she clung grimly to a mossy stump, bracing against the muddy waves stirred by two crocodiles' death throes. "There's trees and everything, and I think I see a bit of solid ground over to my left."
Edmund yanked his sword, slick with blood and other fluids, out of the third crocodile's slack jaws and cast his companion a speaking look.
"Yes, fine, we're lost again," Ginny conceded. "It's still easier to slog north over dry land than sail west without a boat."
Edmund wiped his sword on a low, scrubby tuft of grass for lack of anything cleaner or drier. Then he swung it up to rest the flat against his shoulder, since the sheath was just as muddy and soaked as the rest of his clothes and would only encourage rust.
"That might be true," he said, "except dry land tends to have people living on it, and people tend to involve politics. I'm not feeling particularly politic at the moment."
"Pish," Ginny said, still balancing herself with the half-rotted log. "Between you and me, we can talk our way out of anything -- and if that fails, I'll just turn you into a crocodile and let you be as snappish as you want."
"Save that for when we reach Harfang," Edmund said, and caught Ginny's free hand with his own to steady them both.
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End of Ficlet
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I'm not entirely sure where I want to take this next. Calormen? Random points west? I'm kind of leaning toward some section of Calormen not explored in canon, and then perhaps west to the mysterious lakes/inland sea that is canonically implied to exist somewhere in that direction. I suppose we'll see whenever I get there. *wry*
