This is the manditory disclaimer. I am not the genius behind C.S. Lewis's work, meaning that I have no claim and no ownership over anything Narnia related save it be Sallie and her part in the Narnia plot.


As a child, Sallie loved sitting on Grandpa Digory's knee while he would tell her stories of a places she could only see in her mind. Of trees bearing magical apples, of winged horses, and of singing lions. Of talking animals, of bright and dull suns, of magic bells, and of a beautiful but evil queen named Jadis. Of a forest so calm that you could forget everything and fall asleep, of magic rings, and of pools of water leading to other worlds. Of fauns, of centaurs, of dwarves, and of giants.

She would listen with rapt attention. She could spend hours on end just listening. Grandpa Digory had a way of making the most fanciful seem like common sense – and to a child's mind, it did.

She couldn't help but to be disgusted every time he told her of 'Uncle Andrew's' disregard for anything except what he could use for his own profit, only destroying something beautiful and wonderful. Sallie would nearly bounce in excitement every time he told her of riding Fledge, the winged-horse. And she would gasp as Grandpa would retell of the magnificence of the lion Aslan.

Sallie's mother and 'Aunt' Susan disapproved of her disturbing Grandpa Digory and would insist on keeping her preoccupied with her school studies and learning to become a lady. If it were up to them, cross stitching and literature would be the activity of the day.

Not if Sallie could help it.

When ever she could, she would sneak out, sometime to see Grandpa Digory to hear more stories and sometimes to a secluded spot on Grandpa Digory's grounds and pretend she was a knight battling the wicked Queen Jadis. She could pretend she was a woodswoman or a huntress, living in solitude and content. She could be a wood spirit, charming the animals and plants. But whenever she returned, dress dirtied and hair a mess, her mother and/or 'Aunt' Susan would descend upon her like a vulture on a carcass and sternly lecture her about proper behaviors of a lady, box her ears, and drag her away to be bathed and dressed in something clean.

That was the way it was as Sallie grew.

As she came into her adolescence, a few boys caught her eye and her heart. But she was shy of the other gender and in the end her heart would be broken. And she learned to act with her head and ignore her heart. With new found sensibilities and intelligence, she even learned how to turn affection and fascination into friendship if not disinterest.

Sallie soon came to learn that with intelligence and knowledge came power, and she made it a priority to learn all that she could, though she never did leave behind her tom boy days. She attended University and studied in medicine, and though she was vastly out numbered by males, she would not allow anyone to think her inferior or vulnerable. She would not allow herself to be so.

All in all, though she grew, Sallie remained much as she was as a child; preferring pants over dresses, dreaming of fairies and dwarves, and readying herself to fight some sort of evil (whether it be of the world she knew or of her imagination). She still liked to dress up and let her imagination run wild.