here’s some cryptid pevensie headcanons because the idea lives rent free in my head:
🙧 the first year in narnia, peter quickly learns to be careful of his own strength. at thirteen years old, he can summon up the strength of a fully grown man. it’s humorous at first when he accidentally breaks a glass or throws a battle axe through the target, but as he grows older, his strength grows with him; golden hair and a blue-sky smile belie the strength of river-gods and wolf jaws. it is said that he can best the giants in sheer physical strength, and that the bones of narnia’s enemies seem to crack in two in the high king’s grasp.
🙧 it’s little children who first begin to giggle that queen susan can tell what trouble they’re going to get into before they even start it. they talk of how her eyes seem to cloud over like the the sky before a rainshower and her voice turns firm and unfinching as oak wood, giving them a little fright until she shakes her head and laughs her sunshine laugh, reminding them not to swim very far across the river. mothers know the look in her eyes; soldiers learn to watch for it, to mark the moments where disaster may come swiftly and they must trust in the gentle queen’s uncanny vision.
🙧 it starts out as a game, as a wine-drunk faun sends a goblet flying off the table at a feast one night. edmund catches it without looking, without spilling so much as a drop. at first, he favors it as a party trick, something to make his siblings laugh - he can catch anything with ease, even with his eyes closed. but as he grows older, the quiet king’s eagle-keen senses grow ever sharper. soldiers will sit around their campfires and tell tales of the just king who parries the fastest swing of an enemy’s blade and catches flying arrows by the shaft before they hit their mark.
🙧 lucy learns a language that no one in narnia knows besides the land itself; she learns to speak the language of the trees and the rivers and the sea. she does not realize when she switches tongues; when she first learned to speak it, her siblings feared she was going mad. now all of narnia knows that when the little queen hums and trills in strange, wild tones, the very earth will respond; narnia’s enemies become wary of the ground the walk on and the sea that takes them home, lest the valiant queen speak it to life and bid it swallow them whole.
