For inell who asked for Peter/Susan, sunrise, dew, whisper.
Beauty in the Summer Dawn
Peter found it difficult to keep track of birthdays, here in Narnia; the calendar did not equate exactly to that of England. On what was by common agreement Susan's thirtieth birthday, though, Peter woke her at sunrise, and led her, still sleepy and in her nightclothes, into the garden of Cair Paravel.
"Oh, they're beautiful," she said in a whisper, kneeling in the dew-drenched grass beside the bush covered in tiny fragrant white roses. "I have had so little time of late, I might have missed them."
"I knew you would appreciate their beauty, as I do yours," Peter murmured.