EDMUND
Edmund squints, trying to make out the dragon's head. It's difficult and it's only when a cloud passes by and casts a shadow that the child sees it. "Oh! Phew." A thought occurs and Edmund glances up at his Mum, "When it's faint for us, is it faint for him? Does he think he's lost his head? Or does he think that it's invisible?"
He's not sure how constellations work or if the creatures they form have such fears. But the stars are magical, so surly the beings made of them are too. Edmund imagines that sometimes they come down to the earth to play. Their reflections in the water might be them swimming and splashing around. At least, he hopes they get to have fun like that.
He's not sure how constellations work or if the creatures they form have such fears. But the stars are magical, so surly the beings made of them are too. Edmund imagines that sometimes they come down to the earth to play. Their reflections in the water might be them swimming and splashing around. At least, he hopes they get to have fun like that.
I never realized how beautiful
Fires burn under the stars
Fires burn under the stars
