Lucy slowed down, she thought she had heard something, the snap of a twig maybe? Her heart pounded with both fear and excitement as she slowly made her way to the sound. The White Witch was gone so there could be nothing to worry about, yet she carried on with extreme caution. What she saw round the corner made her gasp aloud and her hand flew to her chest as if her heart would stop any second now.”Mr. Tumnus?” She breathed.
Tumnus froze upon haring the voice just as he was tugging on the stick (that was actually a root sticking up through the snow). There were only four people he knew of that called him ‘Mr.’ but all of them had been gone from Narnia for many, many years now. How was it that he recognized this voice?Abandoning the stick he stood and turned around. There, on the other end of the clearing, stood his old friend Lucy. The bundle of sticks he had been holding tightly to his chest immediately dropped from his grasp as he stared in awe at the Daughter of Eve.