Form of...

Atrizza 5

"Well, to start with some of if involves us," a high timbered voice interrupts before Peter (or any of the children) can try at that. "Oh, and sir I do apologize for dropping by unannounced and all that . . ."

Of course, this leads to a bit of confusion and such. Shouts of happiness and shouts of. . .

Well, we were after all not expected. Especially me and my love, by the way the children draw up short in confusion.

Seems that whatever else my analog had shared in adventures with them it was not much in the way of telling of other realities.

As it stands, the room goes dead quiet when Aslan walks into view, forestalling any need (for the moment) for further explanations.

"Greetings sons of Adam and daughters of Eve," the Great Lion rumbles, smiling a slightly tired smile (getting shot in the face is the LEAST of the things that has put upon him today).

To say that the Professor and the others are surprised to see Aslan here is an understatement. The good Professor indeed drops the cricket ball, which makes a dull thud as it impacts the rather rich carpeting at his feet.

Well, it soon comes clear to the rather surprised children that the Professor actually knows Aslan. Indeed, was knowledgeable of Narnia's very existence (he'd been present when Aslan sung it into being).

The professor, in turn, is more than a bit taken aback at the happenings that the children had gone through whilst visiting Narnia . . . and blinking more than a bit when Aslan finally winds up what the floating cows are going here (Inquirer had been able to magically levitate them through the hallway into this room, amazingly enough).

"I fear that while the wardrobe may for the moment be open to Narnia I strongly warn against setting foot there, old chap." the Doctor puts in from the side, fiddling a bit with the tea that had somewhere along the lines been brewed up and distributed amongst us. "See, the thing of it is that except for a very select few human beings . . . any humans who should step foot onto Narnian soil shall forevermore be transformed into non-humans . . . the cows in tow being but ONE example of a possible outcome, alas."

"Which I plan on remedying somewhat right now," Aslan adds. "Now, before this I would have asked them what forms they should take but, alas, I fear that . . . . Narnian talking cows can be a panicky breed at times. Would be much simpler to choose a form for them, do the deed, and then ask them if it is suitable."

"And redress the issue if they've issues," Elrondir nods. "That works."

Yes, would be less efficient but it works well enough in this matter. The only thing here is that basically Aslan is asking us which form we should give the spell bedazzled cows. See, since we are something close to family for some of them it falls to us . . .

"Centaurs," Fertal puts in from the side, surprising me a bit. Surely I would have thought that the best form would be elfin . . .

Fertal

I cannot help but notice that some of my group is looking at me oddly for having suggested the cows becoming centaurs.

Well, the reason is simple, really if you must know. Somewhere along the way while we all were twitling our thumbs back in the Star Wars universe --when not taking care of opportunist assassins or the occasional parasitic scum known as politicians, wanting to ride our coat tails into a position of MORE power than they already enjoyed--we (I and Fifi) talked about just how two very displaced people who'd been fated to save their Great Kingdom should go about it now, since something of a monkey wrench had been thrown into the works.

How would they be able to rally enough forces and who could they call to their aid in such short notice? Well, imagine my surprise when somewhere along the lines Fifi told me that her world's centaurs were rather close allies to the Kingdom! See, I was thinking that since back where I haled from I fear that MY Allaria was . . . er . . . human- centric in their views. That their Allaria should be so open minded as to let centaurs be allies is . . . an unexpected (but welcome) twist.

Being that, I guess that if one must be something other than what they'd been born, then an ally race wouldn't be too terrible. Oh, it would be something of an uphill struggle still, but not as much as what the two . . . former bawdy girls here would have faced if we should have just dropped them off back at their home reality as they had been! And I meant that as bawdy girls (not cows)... Somehow I do not see the masses being swayed by wild claims made by admitted lovely young women such as they appeared . . .

Nevermind.

Besides, elves in his world are extinct, or nearly so as to make no difference! I am proud to be an elf, but am not so blinded by pride as to see the big picture.

. . .

Oh, it's a long shot that two lone female centaurs will be able to turn the tides. Long odds indeed to get the ear of the right people in charge of the centaurs in order to fight for the humans (in time), but what else is there to do? Short of going into it WITH them, not much more I shall wager!!

And honestly, I do not fancy on fighting a war . . .especially when my fellow adventurers are rather adverse in intervening in the affairs of local politics of other realities THAT much.

Yeah, there was that business with the Rebel Alliance and all that with Star Wars, but it was not like we had much choice . . .

Anyway, thank Heaven that our native human friends here are still too shell shocked (as it were ) by all we've revealed. Else we might get asked some questions that may be too awkward (or just too embarrassing for some) to answer readily.

Glad that the smell of cordite from Allan's elephant gun has faded from Aslan's fur, else I hate to think what the children would say to THAT!

Still am somewhat . . . appalled that Allan had done that (mistaken impression or not)!

As it stands I am rather glad that this Aslan is more in line with CS Lewis' character than what it could have been. Oh, yes. You say that since Aslan was the personification of Jesus Christ (who for whatever reason chose to take the form of a lion most of the time while traipsing along and around in Narnia) and therefore Allan had no worries about having done what he'd done.

Balderdash!! Even in the Bible, from time to time you say that Jesus had something of a temper about certain things. Why, there was one story about how he chased the money lenders out of that temper with something like a whip (angry that they'd been desecrating his Father's house, as I recall) back in the book of . . .

But nevermind. See, while not as bad of offense as that, getting shot in the face is not something that one takes lightly (even by those who are semi-divine). Aslan, this one, as it turns out was MORE than taken aback when I and the other Champions of my old group had taken him aside and with great hesitation had ASKED about such matters. He is something akin to us, being a VERY, very. . . .elder Champion of the Office of Good. Powerful enough to have been entrusted with certain tasks (like singing certain pocket worlds like Narnia into existence), but this Alsan is NOT Jesus Christ . . .

Therefore, you may see the problem which thank GOD turned out we did not have to face. Do not want to know how Allan would have faired if Aslan had gotten a notion into his head at giving some semi-divine retribution out . . .

. . .

Anyway, that all said Aslan excuses himself, pausing and nodding slightly in approval at the job that Inquirer had (quietly and secretly) done in repairing the shattered window, and then beginning. A mist wall is put up in order to shield the cows from view when they are transformed into female centaurs for modesty sake (and to avoid offending the Professor who's been charged with the upkeep of the children here). While your average female centaur has no qualms about showing bare flesh like their rather generous breasts this isn't quiet your ordinary deal. Until the next phase in this "Song of Forming" that Aslan is singing (nice voice that lion has, I must admit) I believe that the new centauresses shall be bare breasted.

And do not come to me and tell me you could just drape some ordinary human clothing our group has to serve modesty's sake. My one sister who's a centaur female had done something similar for modesty sake (worn something like a halter top) to not offend the locals at that Republic of Nantucket world . . .and got herself quiet a rash from it! That's because due to their rather magical nature, by needs a centaur needs to take in oxygen through the skin MUCH more than what a human being gets through their skin. The human throat which is being used on centaurs isn't big enough to supply enough air, ladies and gentlemen. Magical biology at work, you see. . .

Anyway, that's all why when the centaurs open their eyes and look about blankly I do not immediately recognize the . . . similarities two of the now centaurs have to others I and other Champions along the way.

No, I do not speak of that one poor soul called Uhura the centauress! The ears of the newcomers are only sharp pointed like those of an elf, not fur covered equine ones. Good, considering that if the centauress HAD horse ears sticking out of their lovely manes of hair then soon enough their instincts would have . . . truncated their potentials to a sickening amount.

As an aside I had shivered when Chiana (upset herself at what she'd seen) told how that sister of mine, Uhura the centauress had at first her horizons widened and her eyes opened . . . only to have it all taken away. Remember, on Terra Prime and a lot of her sister realities young centaurs eventually reach a point in their growth (usually sometime in the early stages of puberty) which one of two paths: one that is dominated by biology and the other . . . less shackled. It all hinges on a single, subconscious choice (which sounds biologically absurd to a "mundane" but then again centaurs are CREATURES of magic and thus aren't exactly bound to a mundane's sense of . . . never mind). With Uhura somewhere along the line while traveling with Chiana's group she had chosen (like so MANY centaurs back on Terra Prime) to follow the path of least resistance.

If we non-centaurs could somehow uncover that turning point I . . . wish it could have helped here.

. . .

Uhura's life is . . . simple and nice in a way. Back to nature and all that. IN harmony with nature and all that, a centaur's way of life is who follows the path of least resistance. However, once chosen this path the centaur gets LOCKED into it. Knowledge would soon either be locked away, there but inaccessible OR associations with it would become VERY anti, shall we say. Uhura may have a little bit of knowledge left of her time back when she had magically been mimicking that one Star Fleet officer of the same name, but whatever memories she may have will be laced with disgust and distrust.

Let us not go into to how xenophobic she now is . . .

Thank God in Heaven (or Aslan here I shall wager by the way he smiles) that all of the centaur females before us have NOT ended up like Uhura! One of them here is an analog of ME, by the doppelganger reaction I've had. Though why two of them (the newbies) should be splitting images of . . .

"Azu Blue Eyes and Ravenmane?" I blink, not exactly having expected this. What was Aslan thinking when he sung them into THIS shape?

1. "Moo?" the Ravenmane twin blinks, shaking her head then to clear it (clearly confused as to why she just mooed) as Aslan begins to sing yet again.

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