Looking rather wan, Susan sits in the lee of a bush near the lake, hiding from the rather cooler wind. Many of her friends have left, and she hasn't seen family in such a long time... she would be rather glad of human contact.

She sits on a window seat, feet drawn up and diary leaning on her knees. The end of her pen is much abused as more often than not, her gaze is drawn outside and the diary forgotten.

What she's thinking about is anyone's guess.

Susan is hiding outside. The tree who's roots she's sitting between is shielding her from sight from the mansion and she's come here with the intention of writing in her journal, and indeed, she's already begun her task.

I don't know why it feels so strange. I mean, I always knew we'd grow up and marry and have families and all that, it's just ( Read more... )

Susan's in her rooms, sitting at her desk with an old book open on her lap. In her fingers she holds a small flower that she holds up to see better. She worries her bottom lip in between her teeth and looks at the flower earnestly before placing in between the pages.

She puts the book on the table, flips to the next page, and starts writing.

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Oh! But I'm ever so excited! We've discovered a way into Narnia ( Read more... )

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Right, well, yes... Ed? Here's the sweets I promised you.. *hands over a box*
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Well, I'm here now, wherever here might be. I've met up with Peter and Edmund, but I haven't seen them since. And I haven't seen Lucy at all. I hope she's alright, I've seen quite a few dangerous people around here that I plan on steering clear of ( Read more... )