Disclaimer: The Pevensies belong to that wonderful man, C.S. Lewis, not to me. I hope that this small work aptly describes his beloved characters.
A/N: When one writes a fanfiction with the Pevensies, one tends to portray them as still young. I wrote this to show how much they changed in Narnia as they grew older.
Reflections:
When we came to Narnia, we were much different. We were young, immature, just children, then. We are well into adulthood now, and as the bright, Narnian years pass, we become more and more like our titles. Magnificent, gentle, just, and valiant.
I can see Peter now, talking with a unicorn in the Great Courtyard. One hand rests lightly on Rhindon's hilt, the other he holds clasped behind his back. His legs are apart, his head held high in the noble bearing of a king. His eyes sparkle with laughter. He touches the unicorn's shoulder as he would a friend's, and the two smile together. His image is indeed one of magnificence.
And I can see Susan, too. She is walking in the garden, her skirt trailing so gracefully behind her as she walks down the paths. Her dark hair tumbles over her shoulders, her grey eyes are quiet and meditative. She stops, sometimes, to pick a flower or to bend down and smell it. No plant, no matter how small or scraggly, does not feel her fingers run over it in love and concern. The littlest are never passed by. Her fingers caress their petals lovingly, never without a gesture of kindness.
Edmund sits across the room from me, unaware that he is being observed. There is a book in his lap, and sometimes he will push the dark hair from his face to better see the words. His brow is knit in careful concentration, and his eyes—I can just see the sparkle of them in the shadow of his hair—seem to be boring holes in the book. But now he looks up questioningly and fixes his grey eyes on me, and I turn my gaze back to the window. But he knows what I am thinking, for he always does, and he gives a slow, sober smile.
And I? Do not ask me to describe myself! Edmund, perhaps, could tell you who I am inside. Ask them all, my siblings, who I am inside, and I think, I think, they would tell you that inside, I am a lioness.