eighteen

[lionesssejant]

I know I'm not dreaming, but I can't believe it! This is remarkable! Everyone! Peter, Ed, Lucy! Are you cursed today? Caspian?

I look just like I should. This is wonderful! We should go and do something all together. A feast! Probably nothing like we remember but, something!

[ooc; Action times for Pevensies, normal for everybody else.]

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[once and always]

[oshutup]

Knock, knock, that's what's going on here as Peter stands outside Susan's door. He too is aged up properly, and it's quite something to be in this form again. Several words come to mind, many even, but above all are comfortable and happy, the latter being in somewhat shorter availability usually.

"Su," he leans on one side of the door frame, a casual stance as he waits for the Gentle's response.

[once and always]

[lionesssejant]

In no time at all she is on her feet to greet the first sibling. Susan has to step back and look him over. Yes he has aged properly, every bit a grown man. "Peter," she replies before giving him a tight embrace. My what a height difference there is now.

[once and always]

[oshutup]

Quite the height difference, but that's no problem as he does curl over slightly when he leans to embrace her. If he is every bit a grown man then she is every inch a beautiful Queen. The great lion did say it himself in prettier words than Peter is accustomed to, or ever was.

...radiant southern sun.

It suits her, he thinks affectionately. Peter does not often seem as open as he does today, as he will, but being one's complete and true self opens doors long closed and with that comes every last bit of confidence he might have lacked otherwise.

"I wonder if it's just us?" he both states and queries, a glance at the other bedrooms down the hall.

[once and always]

[lionesssejant]

To say that Susan admired her older brother is an understatement. He was High King and apart from that a very noble and fair person. Now today everyone would be able to see just how he was. Too much for a young boy's body.

"I hope not, that wouldn't be fair."

Sunshine on a cloudy day~

[lionesscouchant]

She bursts into the room, like a storm, but sunny, smiling, laughing. "Susan!" Lucy cries out, her arms going around her sister's waist, her laugh infectious.

"I love being this way, I love being my proper age," she laughs, pulling at Susan's arm. "A feast? A dinner? A picnic!"

Sunshine on a cloudy day~

[lionesssejant]

She laughs out loud in reply and holds her little sister tightly.

"I do like being this way best." For many reasons, but so far it is this all encompassing feeling of right. "A picnic? I think that sounds reasonable."

Sunshine on a cloudy day~

[lionesscouchant]

"Oh, we can make sandwiches and cakes and I think that I saw some sweets on the table before I went out for a morning walk," Lucy smiled. She had been unable to contain herself, unable to wait for the day to pass and for her to turn back into a child. She had to spend the day doing the things that were right and proper and good while she still could.

"I think there's a basket in my room."

Sunshine on a cloudy day~

[lionesssejant]

"I'll help get the sandwiches together." They would never ever do such a thing in the Golden Age of Narnia, but that was half the fun to begin with. "Should we invited anyone else?" What's a feast without more guests?

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[conjury]

[conjury]

Like you should?

[conjury]

...Susan?

[lionesssejant]

Merlin! Hello!

[adamantined]

...Susan right?

[lionesssejant]

Hello Claire! How are you?

[adamantined]

Good I think? How are you?

[lionesssejant]

Very well, thanks! This curse turned us all into how we are supposed to look.

[wintersking]

A feast?

[lionesssejant]

Yes, Edmund. What do you think?

[wintersking]

Only if I'm promised sweets.

[lionesssejant]

What's a picnic without sweets?