Lucy looked at the injured owl, concern filling her eyes. "Yes, Aslan, I'll get it right away!" She hurried into her room and rummaged through her chest, where the tiny jar should have been. It wasn't there. Frantic, she threw her closet open and pushed various articles of clothing aside, digging underneath to the very bottom. Once again, there was no fireflower bottle to be found.
Exasperated, she looked around wildly. Running to her night table, she yanked the drawer open. To her relief, the small vial lay there, sparkling. Breathing a sigh of relief, she grabbed it and sprinted back to Aslan. She was puffing when she handed it to him.
__________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood.    We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie! |