Blackberry Winter
Hills expanded in every direction as they set out. Except this time the rolling earth wasn't barren, it was bright green with flowers springing up from the ground.
Lucy pulled the reins to the side so the horse wouldn't step on the bright yellow, red, and blue colors that dotted the surface. It was needed a minute later, as the horse seemed to appreciate the blooming petals as much as she did. She let out a sigh from her saddle as she surveryed the horizon, hoping Susan would just appear over the ridges.
So far they had no such luck. Peter told her they didn't know where she was though and that it was only the second day. Plus, the White Witch hadn't killed Edmund when he was captive, he was sure she was still alive.
She clinged to that hope as her brothers rode hard infront of her.
Their scouting party was large to cover more ground, but it had been insisted that Lucy stay in the middle of the group so she could get to anyone's aide if they ran into resistance and someone got injured. Which she didn't mind so much, it was a tactical choice after all. She wasn't an expert in military techniques by a long shot but she understood the decision and hadn't offered up much of an argument.
As long as they found Susan she would be happy. As long as her sister was okay and she didn't have to use her brand of healing on her, she would be glad.
Those thoughts repeated in her mind as they cleared the hills and entered the forest.