Room 314 [early afternoon]
Today, Queen Susan of Narnia was eighteen years old.
Or, in this world, if you went by the proper dates, Susan Pevensie was eighty.
She didn't even know what year it might be in her England, and trying to ponder it gave her a headache. So instead, she simply contented herself with the fact that she was most definitely eighteen, and not eighty, though she could certainly hope to still look this good at eighty.
She was fairly certain no one would particularly even care, aside from Edmund (and, of course, Peter and Lucy, if time passed the same in Narnia as it did here), and so far her only celebration was to reward herself for passing eighteen years and not managing to die yet by getting a small tart from JGOB when she took her morning walk through town.
(The skunks she had encountered were interesting, clingy and slurring though they may have been. She was reminded of a particular banquet in Narnia when some of the Badgers had gotten a bit too much mead and -- well. That memory simply didn't bear any more thought.)
There was thought of putting a candle in it, but that just seemed silly.
[open if you'd like. I'm just proud I remembered her birthday.]
Or, in this world, if you went by the proper dates, Susan Pevensie was eighty.
She didn't even know what year it might be in her England, and trying to ponder it gave her a headache. So instead, she simply contented herself with the fact that she was most definitely eighteen, and not eighty, though she could certainly hope to still look this good at eighty.
She was fairly certain no one would particularly even care, aside from Edmund (and, of course, Peter and Lucy, if time passed the same in Narnia as it did here), and so far her only celebration was to reward herself for passing eighteen years and not managing to die yet by getting a small tart from JGOB when she took her morning walk through town.
(The skunks she had encountered were interesting, clingy and slurring though they may have been. She was reminded of a particular banquet in Narnia when some of the Badgers had gotten a bit too much mead and -- well. That memory simply didn't bear any more thought.)
There was thought of putting a candle in it, but that just seemed silly.
[open if you'd like. I'm just proud I remembered her birthday.]