Stables [early Wednesday morning]

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

Susan, to be quite honest, was beginning to be rather sick of being equine. As, she assumed, would anyone in her position, after a week and a half.

So it was a welcome surprise when after falling asleep in a vacant, clean stall in the stables, she woke up her normal, human-shaped self.

"Oh, by the Lion, thank you," she breathed, when she opened her eyes and stretched her legs out.

The discovery of her lack of clothing was less pleasant, though she did hold back her shriek for the benefit of the only actual horse she'd encountered, who had seemed very sweet and didn't deserve to be spooked. She didn't think he'd mind if she borrowed one of his blankets to cover up, though, which was what she was going to do, thank you very much. It was hardly regal to go traipsing all over the place in nothing but a horse blanket, but she'd make do with what she had.

[for one, please, unless you have some special reason to be in the stables in the wee hours of the morning.]

Comments

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I can't tell you much," Aravis said apologetically. "For fear of marking your path. But yes, the Queen Susan I know is a decade and more your senior, and her beauty and gentility is known throughout all our lands. Your sister is one of my dearest friends, as well. Would you like company back to the cabins? I might be able to tell you more, and I admit to being curious as to how Narnia is faring in your time."

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

Susan considered, and nodded with a smile as Aravis led the way out.

Well. At least she was still known for being pretty.