AU-ish: Susan and Caspian, somewhere, somewhen

[sai_delgado]

It's quiet in the stables this early of a morn.

Susan's humming softly to herself as she checks over the tack.

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[the_seafarer]

It's a familiar tune, and one that makes Caspian smile as he steps inside the stables. A hand rests on the doorframe while he watches Susan work.

"I think that song has stuck in your head, Su. It seems as though I hear you humming it every morning."

[sai_delgado]

"Mayhap it has," she replies, tossing her hair as she gives him a cheerful smile.

"And what of it?"

[the_seafarer]

"Nothing, but that I have something pleasant to look forward to each morning."

He smiles back at her. Susan is lovely and bright, and has probably already been up for hours. He makes a note to get up earlier the next morning, and smiles in satisfaction at the thought of her surprise in seeing her chores already begun.

The tack hangs on the wall behind her; he steps forward to take down a halter and rag to rub it down with.

[sai_delgado]

She's got a saddle on the work-table in front of her and is currently running a latigo through her fingers, checking it for any signs of weakness. Without a break in motion, Susan turns her head so that she can watch him as she suggests,

"Ye could always sing along."

[the_seafarer]

"It's kind of you to say you wouldn't mind my singing, Su." He laughs, and sits down on a hay bale with his work. "I'm sure we'd all," with a roundabout gesture that includes the horses, "much rather listen to you."

Still, he whistles it back at her, a cheerful little melody, and watches her at work, deft fingers running along the leather, her bright hair swinging across her cheek like a veil.

[sai_delgado]

Surprise is clear in the fog-grey eyes as she blinks.

"Aye, and why ever would I mind it?" She laughs, adding, "And as for the horses, of courses, all the liking they have for it is that it tells them someone's here to carry the food and water, greedy creatures that they are."