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The star had been watching the horizon for what felt like weeks, though in reality it was likely only days. A voyage on its way to the end of the world, a voyage she’d helped escape the Dark Island, which then made its way here, to her home, at very nearly the end of the world and left one of it’s passengers behind before continuing on its way.
Yesterday she’d spotted the Dawn Treader, far off on the horizon, though she had no way of knowing who had been left behind at the edge of the world and who’d be returning to her father’s island. Still she and her father were tasked with laying a feast out at Aslan’s table and so she set to work doing just that as she awaited the return of the ship.
They had to stop here after all, they’d left many of the Narnian lords here to rest and Caspian X wasn’t likely to sail all the way back without them. Was he? Briefly she wondered what that would be like. Her father would soon return to his role as a non-fallen star, he was nearly young enough again, at which point Lilliandil would be left alone here, with these sleeping lords.
