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professor susan p. hastings (_believeinmagic) wrote in silverage,

"I ... I ..." Susan couldn't find words. She was a child again, standing in the frozen woods of Narnia, listening to the creatures talk of the White Witch and the terror that unfolded. If there were somewhere to sit down again, she would.

"I don't know," she finally said to Lee. "She startled me." To the rabbit - as it was always kind to talk to something that could talk to you, she said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hester. I am dreadfully sorry I tried to touch you as though you were a pet. You are, obviously, so much more than that."

She and Lucy had buried their hands into Aslan's fur as they walked with him to his death; they'd sobbed into his mane for hours after ... it was all a fairy tale. A fairy tale of a scared little girl who couldn't go home, so she made up fanciful stories and got her siblings to believe them too. Of Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers, and Edmund's betrayal.

"Where are you from, that ani- creat- beings other than humans, can talk?" She was trying to be respectful of Hester's insistence on not being an animal.