"Why Narnia? There are many lands upon this world, and from what I hear, many others beyond that." The Queen stepped toward him, Lysander didn't show it, but with each step he took he felt smaller and smaller. "Does some treasure lie within that country? Or is this some ancient grudge breaking into new mutiny?" 

With each step she took, he felt colder and colder. Yet, the cold invigorated him, made his cheeks turn pink, his eyes sting, and his fingers tingle.

"And who are you, old wise woman, to think [i]you[/i] could satiate [i]my[/i]... 'appetite'?" He couldn't help but allow a small smile to curl upon his lip. 

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Caspian helped Celine onto the horse, after the kiss, he was more than glad to feel her on the centaurs back beside him. Though, he could not forget the purpose of their ride was less than romantic.

He saw the frost on the grass, the animals shied away from frostbite. "The Witche's Magic!" Caspian growled under his breath as he saw his land of spring transforming. 

But the witch was not Jadis, Caspian would have recognized her instantly. She had a strange look about her, certainly magic... was she bewitched by magic? or---

Caspian was impressed that Celine showed no fear, she demanded the identity of the intruder, flying from the centaurs back with blade in hand.

Caspian quickly followed, and stepped between the ghost and the girl. [i]She wishes to speak to me, I'll not have Celine harmed in my name... [/i]

"What do you mean? Sister? You scorch our shores with frost, do are you her messenger then? I am King Caspian, speak your intent, or suffer upon the blade of Aslan." He had not yet drawn his sword, but held his hand firmly upon it. She spoke in riddles, either because she was an emissary... or sought to distract him from the real danger. He was ready, to parley word or sword with the witch-woman... or her sister, as it were.