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Nov. 3rd, 2012 03:26 pmpracticality[ thread is set days after this ]
It has been several days since Peter and Lucy's departure to Anvard to attend their late-summer harvest. Susan has been on the receiving end of Lucy's many and detailed depictions of their activities, and a part of her is envious that both Lucy and Peter were there to see such beautiful, festive things, whereas she and Edmund were left behind in Cair Paravel... enduring the most horrid of things.
Of course, after that thought Susan feels terribly ashamed for even entertaining it. Blast Edmund for putting such thoughts in her head!
Two days ago, Susan receives word from her older brother that they are journeying back to Cair in no less than two days' time. The castle then prepares for the return of its beloved High King and Valiant Queen and readies itself for a sumptuous feast. Susan herself is preparing for a completely different reason; she looks forward to seeing her siblings again, though her intentions for it may not be wholly... innocent.
She is told that Peter's entourage has been spotted coming towards Cair Paravel. Susan smiles and rises from her seat.
It has been several days since Peter and Lucy's departure to Anvard to attend their late-summer harvest. Susan has been on the receiving end of Lucy's many and detailed depictions of their activities, and a part of her is envious that both Lucy and Peter were there to see such beautiful, festive things, whereas she and Edmund were left behind in Cair Paravel... enduring the most horrid of things.
Of course, after that thought Susan feels terribly ashamed for even entertaining it. Blast Edmund for putting such thoughts in her head!
Two days ago, Susan receives word from her older brother that they are journeying back to Cair in no less than two days' time. The castle then prepares for the return of its beloved High King and Valiant Queen and readies itself for a sumptuous feast. Susan herself is preparing for a completely different reason; she looks forward to seeing her siblings again, though her intentions for it may not be wholly... innocent.
She is told that Peter's entourage has been spotted coming towards Cair Paravel. Susan smiles and rises from her seat.
thirtycoins[ In the far-lying future, Edmund will look upon his childhood with a self-indulgent smile: he'll remember the rolling green hills, the wheatgrass in the wind, Lucy laughing in a tangle of coltish limbs. He'll remember summers spent penning letters to faraway statesmen, sitting in the nook upon his high courtyard, drinking glasses of cool lemon-lime, and finally feeling that he'd found his place in the world.
Now, however, the future is a bright spot far out of his reach. In fact, even the incumbent promise of supper is a bright spot far out of reach, as this lesson has dragged on far too long for Edmund's liking.
It's not that he doesn't find the vast majority of his Narnian studies interesting — he does, he truly does — but for every ten days spent devouring the library's tomes, there is one like today, slumped over his desk, the murmuring of their faun instructor just a bit of white noise on the edge of his consciousness.
(Why in Aslan's name do they need to know about the mating rituals of all furred, feathered, and hooved creatures in Narnia, anyway? Surely kingship won't involve mating with all of them!)
Peter and Lucy, as High King and the resident baby of the court respectively, managed to beg off with the excuse of having a late-summer harvest at Anvard to attend. Of course, someone needed to stay behind to mind Cair, and someone else had to stay behind so that their misery could be shared. Lucky Edmund. Lucky Susan.
Edmund, rucking a glance up at Mister Softfallow (the poor fellow is half-blind, anyway), tears a bit of paper from the edge of his (very blank) notes, and scribbles down a half-legible message. He then balls it up and tosses it Susan's way.
(Ten points if he hits her square in the forehead!)
Unfortunately (or fortunately, rather, as Susan's wrath can be a terrible thing), it falls to the wayside, and lands instead into her lap. ]
Now, however, the future is a bright spot far out of his reach. In fact, even the incumbent promise of supper is a bright spot far out of reach, as this lesson has dragged on far too long for Edmund's liking.
It's not that he doesn't find the vast majority of his Narnian studies interesting — he does, he truly does — but for every ten days spent devouring the library's tomes, there is one like today, slumped over his desk, the murmuring of their faun instructor just a bit of white noise on the edge of his consciousness.
(Why in Aslan's name do they need to know about the mating rituals of all furred, feathered, and hooved creatures in Narnia, anyway? Surely kingship won't involve mating with all of them!)
Peter and Lucy, as High King and the resident baby of the court respectively, managed to beg off with the excuse of having a late-summer harvest at Anvard to attend. Of course, someone needed to stay behind to mind Cair, and someone else had to stay behind so that their misery could be shared. Lucky Edmund. Lucky Susan.
Edmund, rucking a glance up at Mister Softfallow (the poor fellow is half-blind, anyway), tears a bit of paper from the edge of his (very blank) notes, and scribbles down a half-legible message. He then balls it up and tosses it Susan's way.
(Ten points if he hits her square in the forehead!)
Unfortunately (or fortunately, rather, as Susan's wrath can be a terrible thing), it falls to the wayside, and lands instead into her lap. ]
Do you reckon the injuries I'd suffer from tossing myself from the window would count as excuse enough to escape this lesson?
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Oct. 14th, 2012 11:39 amex_themagnificent941 With the White Witch defeated and a sense of peace prevailing over Narnia, Peter has finally been able to settle into the role of High King. His days are filled with paperwork and foreign policies, many new councillors greeting him and begging his ear for new ideas. While this new role gave him a great sense of duty and responsibility, and like always, Peter rose to the challenge.
Sometimes, even though he has come to love the job Narnia has given him, he has to slip away. He is settled in one of the balconies today, overlooking the great sea of Narnia. He leans against he marble parapets, the sun warming his face, and the breeze cooling his skin. It's silent, save for the idle chatter of birds or the giggles of Lucy down below, dancing with the tree nymphs. His heart stirs in awe of the beautiful place. What a land he was given, he thinks when he is alone. And sometimes, he doubts Aslan's confidence in him.
He's just a boy. How is he supposed to take care of so many beautiful, wonderful things?
Sometimes, even though he has come to love the job Narnia has given him, he has to slip away. He is settled in one of the balconies today, overlooking the great sea of Narnia. He leans against he marble parapets, the sun warming his face, and the breeze cooling his skin. It's silent, save for the idle chatter of birds or the giggles of Lucy down below, dancing with the tree nymphs. His heart stirs in awe of the beautiful place. What a land he was given, he thinks when he is alone. And sometimes, he doubts Aslan's confidence in him.
He's just a boy. How is he supposed to take care of so many beautiful, wonderful things?
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Sep. 29th, 2012 04:21 pmgentlismHer conversation with Lucy had left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Susan loved her siblings dearly, but she knew that Lucy, perhaps, was the one she barely understood. They were too different - Lucy was too free-spirited, too carefree, whereas Susan wasn't. Perhaps Susan was too controlled, too bound by what she thought was right. The way they view and feel about duty was simply too different that it was inevitable for them to clash.
And tonight, they did.
Slowly, Susan left the main hall and made her way to her own chambers with a heavy heart.
Susan loved her siblings dearly, but she knew that Lucy, perhaps, was the one she barely understood. They were too different - Lucy was too free-spirited, too carefree, whereas Susan wasn't. Perhaps Susan was too controlled, too bound by what she thought was right. The way they view and feel about duty was simply too different that it was inevitable for them to clash.
And tonight, they did.
Slowly, Susan left the main hall and made her way to her own chambers with a heavy heart.
she dreamed of paradise
Sep. 27th, 2012 06:21 pmveraciousWhile Narnia had been in peace for many years, it took a great deal of work from the monarchs to insure that peace stood firm in the face of foes. So often they met around a grand table with their Council of great Narnian people, and deliberated over the man things they must do in the upcoming season. Each of them had their piece and their say, but on this particular day, Lucy's opinions were absent.
Having left very early, the dawn having barely caught the horizon's lip, Lucy set out among the forests to pay a friendly visit with the Hares, who just had a new litter. How many days could she run about the forests, dancing with the trees or play with her people in song and dance? Too many evenings were lost to the sounds of laughter and the glow of a fire under a canopy of leaves.
The sun is beginning to fall in the sky when she returns to the pristine walls of Cair Paravel, with Mr. Tumnus at her arm. They whisper and laugh, tell stories like friends who have known one another the whole of their lives. Unlike the neatness of her siblings, Lucy looks wild and sunkissed, almost like a nymph herself. She lets out one laugh, embraces her friend and starts up the staircase to the main hall. Surely it was time for dinner soon, and she was famished.
Having left very early, the dawn having barely caught the horizon's lip, Lucy set out among the forests to pay a friendly visit with the Hares, who just had a new litter. How many days could she run about the forests, dancing with the trees or play with her people in song and dance? Too many evenings were lost to the sounds of laughter and the glow of a fire under a canopy of leaves.
The sun is beginning to fall in the sky when she returns to the pristine walls of Cair Paravel, with Mr. Tumnus at her arm. They whisper and laugh, tell stories like friends who have known one another the whole of their lives. Unlike the neatness of her siblings, Lucy looks wild and sunkissed, almost like a nymph herself. She lets out one laugh, embraces her friend and starts up the staircase to the main hall. Surely it was time for dinner soon, and she was famished.
