Disclaimer: Narnia does not belong to me, but I'm open to gifts. =D
"Susan, may I speak to you?" Liliandil asked as she and Lucy switched spots seamlessly.
"Of course." Susan smiled, and was still having a bit of trouble digesting that this glowing, gorgeous women married the skinny child Susan knew.
"I wish to know how you are doing. It is common knowledge that you have forsaken Narnia." She simply put. Susan turned her head. Jill and Lucy quickly turned to each other and started talking as if they hadn't been listening.
"Verb correction – had. Hard to forsake something when it's right in front of you." Susan grinned, and continued to trudge up the miniature hill of rocks. The whole plan had a low ceiling, very little light, and was made up of small hills and valleys of rocks.
"True. As a mother I am worried for you. Change is inevitable and one must accept it. You are sure you are okay?" Liliandil's eyebrows crinkled slightly. She really is worried for me.
"I am fine. As you said, change is inevitable. I have weathered worse unfortunately. So, you are a mother? I never did marry. What is it like?" Susan asked inquisitively.
After finding quite a few plant-like objects, and Liliandil believing they were okay to eat, the Queens camped out on the ground.
They decided since they were in a foreign land that they ought to have at least one person wake at a time. Susan had offered to keep first watch, she wanted alone time.
Susan didn't exactly know where to begin, but she didn't really get a change when, "Susan?" came Lucy's voice.
"Yes?" She whispered back.
Lucy sat up, and scooted over to her sister. "There's no need to whisper. Lili is a light sleeper, but she is somehow able to filter 'good' or 'bad' voices. She'll have no recollection of our conversation. Both Jill and Swanny are heavy sleepers. Besides who can hear over Jill's snoring?" Lucy giggled.
"Anyway, to answer your question earlier about Jill's mystery lover, well actually there is no 'lover' part. It's rather sad actually."
"Why? Is he dead?" Susan asked concerned.
Lucy cackled, "If he was, wouldn't he be with us in Aslan's Country?"
Relief flooded Susan, "Oh, that's where you are! That completely missed me? You are happy, yes?"
Lucy rolled on her stomach, and started kicking her legs, "Yes, we're happy. It is normally all good things. Every once and while something bad sneaks in, but then we go and fix it."
"Who is we?" Susan asked sitting like a pretzel.
"The boys, Scrubb, Jill, and sometimes Caspian, Rilian, or Tirian will join us."
"Who are Rilian and Tirian?" And so Lucy told Susan of The Silver Chair and The Battle of Stable Hill.
"How is Aslan's Country organized? It must be so awfully big to fit all peoples in it?"
"It's more like a state of consciousness. Each King and or Queen has their own niche carved out, and then all those of their rule are there. Some niches have collapsed due to the rulers wishing to live in others' time, but they are always welcome to go back to their own. Each niche corresponds with the correct time period."
"So if one wishes to visit, say King Gale, then you must simply wish it and you appear?"
"Basically. It's hard to explain, but that's the gist of it. Our court and the one of Frank and Helen are the most crowded. We have many regents staying with us, including Caspian, Rilian, and Tirian. They, though, really visit us, and aren't permanent-like guests."
"And how are the boys?"
"Peter and Edmund are quite glad to be almost their proper ages. In fact, I believe they like being a little younger. They are quite the attraction for many ladies, much like they were when we ruled, and they are quite glad for the attention. Of course, they are gentlemen with the ladies." Lucy winked, and giggled. "I suppose those urges never go away with them. And Eustace is having a grand time just getting to know people; he's only just getting to the point where he's noticing girls. I think Peter gave them that talk."
Susan yawned, "You talk of ages. Do you all grow old there?"
Lucy's face scrunched up, "Well yes and no. Time is different. It's like time goes so slowly and yet incredibly fast too. As for ages, we are what we wish to be. One cannot be older than they have ever been. So Peter cannot be older than 28, Ed can't be older than 25, and I cannot be older than 23. Speaking of time, how long has it been since…"
"A few months."
"And you were okay?"
"I was not honourable during that time. I wish not to speak of it. Perhaps we should speak of other things, like Jill's not lover."
"Oh yes, well, she shall kill while I dream if she ever found out about this, but she's incredibly in love with him," Susan raised an eyebrow, "at least I think it's love. The problem is she won't admit it, to us or herself, and I'm not sure he's interested. Actually I'm fairly certain he is, but I wouldn't know for certain unless I prod. And not only that, but Swanny sort of went after him." Lucy winced.
A gasp emitted from Susan, "Did she know that Jill fancied him?"
"Of course she did! That's why she tried to court him. She doesn't even care for him that much. She just did it to spite Jill. That's why they are archenemies. It's just that the guy is so unaware of Jill's feelings, and Jill feels like he doesn't reciprocate them, so she won't do anything." Lucy sighed. It was obvious to Susan that Lucy wished Jill happiness.
"I find it hard to believe that Jill wouldn't speak her mind. How long has she fancied him?" Susan laughed.
"She's is still feisty and snarky when around him, but she doesn't let herself go past 'friends'. As for her feelings, well forever I think, or at least a long time. I can't remember her not fancying him." Lucy gave a chuckle.
"You still haven't told me the identity of the not lover." Susan smiled.
Lucy mock whacked herself on the head, "Of course, how silly am I? It's Peter!"
A/N: How many of you thought it was Eustace?