Disclaimer: Narnia belongs to me, honest! nose grows 3 feet I swear I'm a real boy! nose grows 3 more feet Um, a little help here? tries to lift head Please?
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Susan looked around the cosy, orange-colored room. At the edges were hung a half dozen silver hammocks, and in each hammock was a child wearing white pajamas. The children, each of whom seemed to have a different pastel tint to his skin and hair, stared back at Susan with wide, curious eyes.
Near the center of the room was a sofa, made of what seemed to be a large, stretched-out snapdragon head. Next to the sofa was a short glass bookcase, and behind it, another curtain.
"Hello, Susan," said the woman, and Susan noticed her for the first time. She was sitting on the sofa, but had been partly hidden by the curved, overhanging back. Now she stood up, and Susan could see what she looked like.
The woman was beautiful, in a strange, unearthly way. She was all green, from her jewel-green eyes, to her grass-green hair, to her pastel-green skin, and was just a little more fragile and delicate looking than the people Susan was used to. She wore a medium-length gown of some silvery material, but what took Susan's breath away was her wings. The woman had iridescent wings, like a huge butterfly, with every imaginable shade of green, as well as some that can't be imagined.
"How do you know my name?" asked Susan, who was sure she had never met anyone who looked like that.
"I was told," said the butterfly-woman.
"By who? You were expecting me, then?"
"No," said the butterfly-woman. Then she turned her head, and appeared to be listening to someone. "I see."
She turned to Susan and smiled. "You may call me Flora."
"All right. Where am I, please?" said Susan.
"You are in my home," said Flora.
"Where is your home?"
"In the daffodil."
"Where is the daffodil?"
"Right here."
"I mean, in what world?"
"You do not need to know that."
Susan was not pleased with this answer, but it seemed to be the best she would get.
"What am I doing here, then?"
"You will stay the night," said Flora.
Susan was surprised. She was not being invited, she was being informed, and she had only just met this woman! It wasn't a bad idea, though. She had had a lot more excitement today than she was used to, and was getting tired. She yawned.
"You may sleep on the sofa," said Flora, "I will see you in the morning." She disappeared through the curtain at the back of the room.
Susan lay down on the sofa and was soon asleep.
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Further Disclaimer: Flora is mine, or at least I think so. Susan is most definitely not mine.
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Lis: Thank you!
animegirl-mika: Thank you!
fledge: Thank you. You're welcome. Yes, I have wondered why there are so many more Harry Potter stories. I didn't give Susan an exact age, but I did mention her grandchildren. She's an "old lady," but that doesn't mean she can't have adventures.