I thought this was a parody world? What’s gives?

"And if I refuse to join you?" the furred warrior princess asked Sidaj almost defiantly. " What you said first, about shedding light, sounded a bit as if you might not have my best interests at heart."

Sidaj stood silently for a few seconds, just looking back at Astra before chuckling slightly.

"Good," the White Witch smiles softly. "I see that that cowardly feline with delusions of both godhood and competency chose a higher class than usual when he tried to gain yet another pawn in his pathetic quest to retake my people under his rule! You actually have a brain in that pretty head of yours, warrior; despite having foolishly allowed that feline to mark you."

Oh my, the blonde magic user chided herself. Tempting you with such a simple bride as candy to neutralize you as a potential threat must have looked idiotic indeed! Usually those who are so altered by the Lion have little left of their wit and common sense to be able to avoid such ploys.

Such ploys still struck Sidaj as distasteful, but still needful. Dark and loaming times called for harsh and sometimes underhanded measures in order to achieve the greater good, she justified in believing.

Chuckling still, Sidaj shakes her head slightly as Astra tries to figure out whether or not she’d been either complimented . . .or insulted. And then there was a question of exactly what Sidaj meant by the Lion "marking" her: the fur coat Nasla had provided her perhaps?

What . . .exactly more did that Lion just give her, exactly? Was this witch actually implying . . .?

"But that said," the White Witch interrupts Astra’s chain of thought. "As for your question and your accusations about not having your best interests at heart, if I must choose who’s best interest I should have at heart? Well, I chose then the best interests of my land and those who’ve sworn loyalty to her!

"If you join with me and join in the coming battle for my kingdom’s fate, then you shall have fallen under the blanket of who’s interest’s I have at heart!

"If you should join with Nasla’s side . . .I shall let you leave unmolested and such, but expect NO such mercy from me when we next meet in battle. And do NOT try to lie to me on such a matter . . .I have means to detect truth from lie and deception to meet the needs of these trying times, ma’am!"

Sidaj frowns and then composes herself after giving Astra a hard look.

"And if you should choose to stay neutral?" the White Witch added. "Well, I shall let you go unharmed and unmolested like before. I and my minions Will not harm you if our or my armies should come across you later, even after having my chief of police and his band escort you to the Wardrobe to leave this place at some later date."

The Witch gives the warrior princess an odd look as if to ask why she would want to come BACK to this place once leaving before continuing

"However, I should mention I won’t lift a finger in helping you more than what I am about to do for you right now. One need to have priorities and such as a ruler of a nation, you surely must agree!"

Astra blinks, not having expected THIS turn of events. Either this Queen of Ainran was trying to trick her, or . . .

She blinks again as she feels the blonde furry mane of her head itches and shifts, as well as some kind of material restricting her furry body…

Blinking, she looks down and sees a simple peasants blouse and sandals covering her feet. Which does her fine and well for covering her for modesty sake (though the fur had done the job beforehand) . . which she still had below her neck.

Above her neck, she pulled what should be a strand of hair to her face and sees . . .

"Why do I have a mane of feathers on my head instead of fur?" Astra blinks, feeling rather put off by this latest development. "And what is this about what you talk about? A world ending upcoming battle?!"

The end of Narnia had happened MUCH later in the series. Long after the White Witch of Narnia had bit the dust. Surely events in this parody of that tale should follow suite?

And the clothing!

The clothing was nice (even IF it was below her station) but surely this witch queen could have just removed the fur entirely from her body and be done with it instead of . . .this!"

"Young woman . . .I shall have you know that having altered you this way was a quick measure to prevent the worst from happening if Dark Events should befall before I am ready," the White Witch of Ainran said slowly as if talking down to a slow child. "If you must know, undoing what the Lion did to you in full will take much more effort with my Arte in my laboratory in my castle than out here, by just what with I have on my person.

"Undoing the Deep Magics the Lion used upon you takes efforts. This way if the changes from the Event in Narnia should happen to reach . . ."

"You . . .know about . .. Narnia?" Astra blinks, interrupting.

"Oh yes, I do indeed!" the White Witch smiles a rather vicious smile, going off on this tangent.

1. "And I DO approve at how my ‘dear’ sister died at that boy mage’s hands in the end (re: 35896)!"

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