A/N: I sincerely apologise for the slow update-I'd intended this as a quick thing, but I was away for a few days and then returned to that most horrendous affliction, writer's block. Anyway, here is Susan-Edmund should be up a little quicker, I hope.
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At first glance, Susan's hands are flawless. White as the marble of which Cair Paravel is built, with nails trimmed to perfection. Her fingers are slender, elegant musician's fingers, fashioned to masterfully pluck at the taut strings of harp or lyre. They are as skilful as her brother's, but far less warlike, as they dance along a tightly strung instrument to weave the very sweetest music.
They are softer than snowfall, but for the slightest hardening of her left palm and the tips of the fingers on her right hand-the marks of an archer. There are no hands steadier than hers in all Narnia, and even the most delicate of the four has a lethal touch.
Her white finger tips are needle-pricked, the ravages of her love of embroidery. She has a fascination with the infinite complexity of thread and stitches, and her intricately woven tapestries decorate the halls of Cair Paravel. Her skill in needlework often leads her to the rough tents of battlefield hospitals, where she uses needle and thread for a far less artistic purpose, and by the weary end of a dark night her snowy hands are stained red with the blood of soldiers snatched back from the void.
Susan's hands are pale, graceful, tender. With them she winds summer flowers into Lucy's long hair, guides the pieces across a chessboard in combat with Edmund's. They tremble as they tie her ribbon of favour to Peter's armour before he duels in a vicious tournament. But above all, the hands of the Gentle Queen uphold her title, for her touch is feather soft and with them she seeks to soothe the hurts of her people.
A/N: Edmund's up next!
Please, review, I'd love to know your thoughts on this...