and sometimes when you fall

[called_lioness]

She wakes up.

She shouldn't, really, think of it as waking up, but that's most of what it feels like.

This is real. This is her aware and the air clear and crisp and mountains, always mountains, around her.

***Susan's there sometimes. Often. Not always

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[treading_dawn]

Warm breath, smelling of lilac and heather and the sweet scent of roses, stirs her hair.

Then soft tawny fur brushes against her arm as the Lion takes one more step forward, solemn golden eyes looking down at her.

"Dear heart, fare you well?"

[called_lioness]

"Now I do," she laughs and looks up at him with nothing except joy.

"It's beautiful."

It means everything, and not just in this country.

[treading_dawn]

And oh, her joy pleases him, but his eyes are still so very solemn, and such a little bit sad.

""All things in my father's country are, and always shall be."

[called_lioness]

"There too," wistfully. "Here it all seems precious."

She reaches out and rests her hand against his mane after a moment and just lets it rest there.

And for a while she says nothing at all, just sits with her Lion and looks out at it all.

"Caspian isn't ready yet."