the story of your red right ankle.
WHO: Caspian and Susan Pevensie
WHAT: Susan runs walks to the docks to pick him up.
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Day 101, mid-afternoon.
Really, for Aslan's sake! This was just because she was worried about a fellow friend and Narnian. That's all.
Susan slipped out the door of the apartment after calling a goodbye to Peter as she kicked on her loafers and slung her quiver over her shoulder hurriedly. The docks were only a few blocks away and it shouldn't take her long to get there. Then again, she didn't want to keep him waiting. Susan knew how scared she'd be if she were left at a place like the docks, alone and confused.
So before long she was breaking into a quick run, shoes slapping against cobblestones and her quiver bouncing against her back as she wrote a hurried message into the journal she was hugging to her chest. Not a good idea, ink splattered everywhere- over the page, over her shirt, a splotch on her cheek. Don't move.
Aslan knows what might happen if he got lost here.
She ran until her legs got tired, never having been one to excel at physical activity, until she saw a tall figure there, standing at the docks. Susan fought to catch her breath, slowing her pace down to a walk as she approached him.
Honestly, she wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. Of course she was happy that another person she knew was here. And yet Susan couldn't help but feel incredibly selfish. She'd wanted him to come here, and talking to Max had just opened her eyes to how stupid that idea was. Of course she didn't want anyone she knew to be here. This place was dangerous, it would be better off for them if they stayed at home.
Besides. He didn't remember what had happened. So there was no use in mentioning it. Once again picking the logical, sensible way out, Susan decided to put her own memories aside for the moment. After all, back then she'd been decidedly cold to Caspian, having partly blamed him for the failure at the raid although it had also been her headstrong brother's fault.
A smile, Susan. Act natural. And she did, having long since decided to put her silly girlish ways behind her. During their second trip to Narnia she'd matured, seen war, killed men. It added a sort of seriousness to her demeanor that wasn't there before.
"Caspian?" Susan asked, climbing the steps to the dock. Not too quickly, but at a brisk pace. It wouldn't be good to startle him.
WHAT: Susan runs walks to the docks to pick him up.
WHERE: The docks
WHEN: Day 101, mid-afternoon.
Really, for Aslan's sake! This was just because she was worried about a fellow friend and Narnian. That's all.
Susan slipped out the door of the apartment after calling a goodbye to Peter as she kicked on her loafers and slung her quiver over her shoulder hurriedly. The docks were only a few blocks away and it shouldn't take her long to get there. Then again, she didn't want to keep him waiting. Susan knew how scared she'd be if she were left at a place like the docks, alone and confused.
So before long she was breaking into a quick run, shoes slapping against cobblestones and her quiver bouncing against her back as she wrote a hurried message into the journal she was hugging to her chest. Not a good idea, ink splattered everywhere- over the page, over her shirt, a splotch on her cheek. Don't move.
Aslan knows what might happen if he got lost here.
She ran until her legs got tired, never having been one to excel at physical activity, until she saw a tall figure there, standing at the docks. Susan fought to catch her breath, slowing her pace down to a walk as she approached him.
Honestly, she wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. Of course she was happy that another person she knew was here. And yet Susan couldn't help but feel incredibly selfish. She'd wanted him to come here, and talking to Max had just opened her eyes to how stupid that idea was. Of course she didn't want anyone she knew to be here. This place was dangerous, it would be better off for them if they stayed at home.
Besides. He didn't remember what had happened. So there was no use in mentioning it. Once again picking the logical, sensible way out, Susan decided to put her own memories aside for the moment. After all, back then she'd been decidedly cold to Caspian, having partly blamed him for the failure at the raid although it had also been her headstrong brother's fault.
A smile, Susan. Act natural. And she did, having long since decided to put her silly girlish ways behind her. During their second trip to Narnia she'd matured, seen war, killed men. It added a sort of seriousness to her demeanor that wasn't there before.
"Caspian?" Susan asked, climbing the steps to the dock. Not too quickly, but at a brisk pace. It wouldn't be good to startle him.