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Living this long was a curse, she'd descided. Just today, in fact - which probably meant that tomorrow she would be back to just going through existance, but right this moment-
Her feet were wet.
She'd heard the rumors like the rest of the Narnians - the rest of the Narnians who she'd seen their parents (and in the case of the Mice, great-great-great grandparents) be born and die, all while she fought for them. With them. She supposed that as an elf, it was where she belonged. She could pass, probably. For all that she was so small and her hair was so long, she could pass as human if she had too.
Well, except for the ears. The ears had come back when she'd reappeared from the Island, and if the last seventy years was any indication, so had her immortality. It bothered her, when she thought about it, that it was so easily given and taken away.
Which is why she didn't think about it.
She'd been around when Caspian IX had passed on, when Miraz took the throne - she hadn't particularly cared, since they all acted like she was the boogity in the forest that was going to come and steal their babes in arms.
She did, however, listen when the forest was broached. She rode on the Deer, her fingers digging into the short fur. She rode so quietly along the loud yells and crashing of the men through the woods - through their woods.
And when she saw him - just a glimpse, just a hint, she stopped dead, her pulse pounding in her throat.
Her feet were wet.
She'd heard the rumors like the rest of the Narnians - the rest of the Narnians who she'd seen their parents (and in the case of the Mice, great-great-great grandparents) be born and die, all while she fought for them. With them. She supposed that as an elf, it was where she belonged. She could pass, probably. For all that she was so small and her hair was so long, she could pass as human if she had too.
Well, except for the ears. The ears had come back when she'd reappeared from the Island, and if the last seventy years was any indication, so had her immortality. It bothered her, when she thought about it, that it was so easily given and taken away.
Which is why she didn't think about it.
She'd been around when Caspian IX had passed on, when Miraz took the throne - she hadn't particularly cared, since they all acted like she was the boogity in the forest that was going to come and steal their babes in arms.
She did, however, listen when the forest was broached. She rode on the Deer, her fingers digging into the short fur. She rode so quietly along the loud yells and crashing of the men through the woods - through their woods.
And when she saw him - just a glimpse, just a hint, she stopped dead, her pulse pounding in her throat.