Ursa Major - D3, Saturday
The time had come to go home, go finally back to Narnia after a long, long two years away. But as much as Peter had been waiting for this day, now that it was here, he was almost ready to put it off, to wait until the end of the summer and see where the moving island would take them all.
He couldn't wait, of course. Duty called him, and Ed, Su, and Lucy had picked up for his absence for long enough. So he packed slowly, the shield he'd been given by Father Christmas years ago laying on his bed. Wearing a sword again daily would be a good thing, but it almost seemed as strange as the first instruction he'd received from the Principal that swords were not allowed outside of the weapons' locker.
Stickbug paraphernalia, old papers and pictures of his friends all were carefully placed in his rucksack, time given to look carefully at each one before it was packed away.
[OOC: And this is Peter's goodbye post. Feel free to stop by if you wish]
He couldn't wait, of course. Duty called him, and Ed, Su, and Lucy had picked up for his absence for long enough. So he packed slowly, the shield he'd been given by Father Christmas years ago laying on his bed. Wearing a sword again daily would be a good thing, but it almost seemed as strange as the first instruction he'd received from the Principal that swords were not allowed outside of the weapons' locker.
Stickbug paraphernalia, old papers and pictures of his friends all were carefully placed in his rucksack, time given to look carefully at each one before it was packed away.
[OOC: And this is Peter's goodbye post. Feel free to stop by if you wish]