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Susan Pevensie | Chronicles of Narnia

[marksqueen]

01.

[this is not the first time Susan has been spirited away against her will. It's happened twice before. This, however, is the first time that she is taken against her will by something tangible. True there is still the feel of magic, but it is not as mysterious and powerful as the magic that pulled her to Narnia.

She isn't sure how to feel about this new world or the task laid out to her. Again, not completely unfamiliar territory but one she never had to face without her siblings at her side.

She is wary and wishes she had her bow. Thankfully the air of Narnia is still fresh in her lungs. It gives her strength she wouldn't otherwise feel]

[counterbalanced]

Su?

[Perhaps something else she didn't expect just yet is to come face to face with her younger brother, still in his Narnian garments, a hand on his sword as he pushes through the crowd.

He gives her a sharp once-over as soon as he's in front of her.]

I didn't think anyone else made it. Have you seen Peter or Lucy?

[marksqueen]

Edmund.

[she doesn't miss that he is also still in his Narnian garb. Why are they here? When they walked through that tree-door, they were supposed to be going back to England]

No, I haven't. I don't like it, Ed.

[counterbalanced]

Neither do I. This can't be Aslan's doing. [An uneasy look crosses his face.] Surely he would have said something if he were sending us elsewhere.

[Knowing in his innermost heart that Aslan isn't involved somehow...doesn't make it easier to swallow. That means the fae interfered with Aslan's magic and succeeded halfway, if only he and Susan were snatched.]

[marksqueen]

He would have. [she had her crisis of faith, but she can believe in that much]

Why just us, though? Why not Peter and Lucy, too? Did they make it back to England all right, you think?

switches to younger ed icons;;

[counterbalanced]

Perhaps their magic wasn't strong enough to combat Aslan's. [Initial spike of worry dissipated, Edmund lets his cooler head take over as he considers their position.]

Admittedly, we hadn't read much on folklore before our first encounter with Narnia, but the fae have always been known for ensnaring the unsuspecting. Faerie circles. [Edmund says the last bit quietly, mostly to himself.] Could it have been the order we went through the door? No, You were after Peter, I went after you. If Peter and Lucy aren't here, they must have made it to England.

/pinches his cheeks

[marksqueen]

[between the two of them, they can inject some reason and logic into this unreasonable and illogical situation]

How strange. I'm too old to go back to Narnia, but apparently not too old to be here. You and I are in the middle... D'you suppose that's why we were chosen and not Peter or Lucy?

<3

[counterbalanced]

By jove. [Another quiet exclamation. He'd nearly forgotten about the awful news Peter and Susan broke as they left, distracted by these new surroundings as he was.] That's right.

It's a possibility we shouldn't rule out, but I'm not entirely satisfied with it. I suggest we look around the area some more before we come to a better conclusion.

[marksqueen]

Yes, that sounds like the best plan. Though I'd feel better if I had my bow with me.

[despite her gentle nature, she would still take someone down if she felt threatened]

[unneeded]

Don't eat the fairy food.

[Well, he sounds English and wears a Nelson-era naval uniform, Susan. And he's got a sort of half-hearted smile on his face. Kind, but a bit unsure. Not shy, exactly, just a little awkward like any teen boy speaking to a stunningly beautiful girl for the first time. Still, there's sincerity to the advice. He sits by Susan purely by chance, and doesn't appear to have touched a thing at the table.]

[marksqueen]

[Susan gives the boy a Look. And she takes note of his dress. It's difficult to tell where everyone is from based on their clothing. She is still wearing her Narnia clothes, after all. No one would guess she's really a schoolgirl from World War II-era England]

I know, thanks.

[unneeded]

[Ah, one of those kinds of girls. Probably so used to deflecting strange boys that she thinks this is another pass. Archie gives her a bit of a dry look.]

It was only good advice. Not everyone's nurse used to cast hot coals into their used bathwater every night. I remember telling her when I first read A Midsummer Night's Dream and she was aghast at the misinformation I was being fed. She gave my schoolmaster an earful after that. Lucky she only spoke Scots and he didn't.

[Not shy at all, really. Trying to get a smile out of her.]

[marksqueen]

[she doesn't always mean to come off this way but yeah, boys do kind of hit on her a lot more than she'd like. And she just said goodbye to a prince she kind of maybe liked, so she's even less eager to warm up to flirting.

See how she moves this conversation away from fairies]

Oh, I do love Shakespeare. Which one of his plays is your favorite?

[unneeded]

[No no, Archie would rather talk Shakespeare. He becomes visibly more animated.]

You can't have a favorite, not really, but I memorized The Tempest a few years ago. Anthony and Cleopatra I know good bits of, not that you want to hear me recite it or anything else, though I admit to being capable of a thrilling dramatic reading of Clark's Complete Handbook of Seamanship. Alas that Drury Lane, while practically home, was not my calling.

[marksqueen]

Oh, that's, um... that's quite all right, thank you. My siblings and I used to do quite a bit of sailing. I don't think I need a handbook recited to me.

[unneeded]

I was jesting. [Damn, if they were about ten years younger he'd be pulling her hair and running away.]

[marksqueen]

Right. [awkward] I'm sorry, my siblings say that sometimes I can be a bit too serious.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian's been wandering the hall for a while, still not quite sure how exactly he arrived here, and feeling rather worried about Narnia in his absence. But surely he wouldn't be here without Aslan's blessing? In any case, there are adventures to be had, and he intends to the make the best of them.

His eyes light up when he spots the young woman coming his way.]

Queen Susan!

[marksqueen]

[oh no. Susan freezes, recognizing that face from anywhere. She bites her lip, wishing her heart didn't start beating so rapidly. She just said goodbye to him with the resolve that they would never meet again, and here he was.

She can't help smiling, despite how awkward she suddenly feels]

Caspian! I... it's a nice surprise to see you here.

[ready_to_bloom]

[For his part, he's extremely pleased to see her again. Especially after having just said goodbye, for what he was told was forever.

And every time he sees it, her smile is prettier than the last.]

It's rather a surprise to be here at all, isn't it? But I'm glad to see you.

[marksqueen]

I... I'm glad to see you, too.

[did she already say that? She probably did. She can't help thinking of those last words: I wish we had more time. And her parting kiss, without giving him a time to respond. Now they have time and she's unsure of herself.

True she's had boys and later men vie for her attention, but none of them really interested her. And now the first one who actually did is here. She doesn't know how to handle this]

Is everything all right in Narnia?

[ready_to_bloom]

It was when I left. So hopefully it still is.

[He frowns at that - he hates the idea of leaving Narnia without its king. Still, if he's here, he assumes Aslan must know.]

Have you been well, Susan?

[marksqueen]

Between Reepicheep and Trumpkin, the kingdom is in good hands in your absence.

[she smiles at him, beginning to take a stroll. She's sure he'll follow] I can't say. I haven't even gotten back to England yet. One minute I was leaving Narnia and the next I was here.

[ready_to_bloom]

[He does, of course, follow, walking through the crowd with her.]

So barely a moment has passed since we've last seen each other then. [Curious, that. He gestures around as they walk.] What do you make of all this?

[marksqueen]

It feels wrong... My siblings and I were magicked to Narnia, but this is something else. It's more forceful and dangerous. I fear a fight might be coming soon.