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WHO: Susan Pevensie & OPEN
WHAT: Wearing out her new (to her) shoes.
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Caravan
It was better than still making camp around some odd oasis in the middle of the desert, she supposed. Certainly, it was far better than the way life had been going (that is to say, it hadn't been going anywhere at all) back in London. Still, Susan was beginning to tire of the walking. Just...walking. Walk, rest, walk, rest, walk, sleep, walk...
She had been counting her steps taken since the last water break and had reached somewhere near three thousand, five hundred and twenty-seven before she lifted her head and looked about the group for Edmund. This was a vast improvement for her; when they first started out, she was looking for her brother every fifteen paces or so. Her brother. The young woman had to smile at that notion. Whatever else this very Narnia-like (and yet complete unlike at the same time) land might have done to her, it also gave her back Edmund. Dear Ed.
It was bittersweet and heavy, this thought, as it sat in her heart. There were two other Pevensies that ought to be with them. But they weren't and weren't likely to be so Susan did what she could and carried on--it was the only practical thing to be done.Carry on and watch over Edmund; wherever he may be just now...
WHAT: Wearing out her new (to her) shoes.
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Caravan
It was better than still making camp around some odd oasis in the middle of the desert, she supposed. Certainly, it was far better than the way life had been going (that is to say, it hadn't been going anywhere at all) back in London. Still, Susan was beginning to tire of the walking. Just...walking. Walk, rest, walk, rest, walk, sleep, walk...
She had been counting her steps taken since the last water break and had reached somewhere near three thousand, five hundred and twenty-seven before she lifted her head and looked about the group for Edmund. This was a vast improvement for her; when they first started out, she was looking for her brother every fifteen paces or so. Her brother. The young woman had to smile at that notion. Whatever else this very Narnia-like (and yet complete unlike at the same time) land might have done to her, it also gave her back Edmund. Dear Ed.
It was bittersweet and heavy, this thought, as it sat in her heart. There were two other Pevensies that ought to be with them. But they weren't and weren't likely to be so Susan did what she could and carried on--it was the only practical thing to be done.Carry on and watch over Edmund; wherever he may be just now...