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[vivien]

I've been super unhappy with my writing in the past few days - I blame Voldemort. Well, that and not having enough time to properly role play more than 2 or 3 nights per week.

I need challenges to get myself back into decent shape. Name a character and I'll write a flopsy - just a few sentences of mood or deed that will, hopefully, be pretty and well-written. Or at least decently written. Blah. I'm good with HP, Narnia, Neverwhere, Sandman, Milliways characters, etc.

Sidenote: I am so tired. So, so tired. For no real reason, either, aside from the fact that I like 9 hours of sleep and I only get it on the weekends as I like to do something besides go to work, come home, eat, and then go to bed. Stupid need for ridiculous amounts of sleep.

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[vivien]

The battle was days over and Rabadash vanquished, returned in donkey-form to his homeland by Aslan himself. Yet Susan still awoke each morning, shaking from nightmares of what might have been.

When she was not in her rooms, which was the majority of the time, she was alone with her horse on the beach below Cair Paravel. She would ride until she found a suitable place to sit and stare out into the sparkling sea.

It was in such a place that the High King found her. He said nothing as he approached, but merely held an arm out to her; the other was in a sling.

"Peter," she cried, rising. Carefully, she threw her arms around his neck. "Thou art back! But, oh, brother, thy arm." She stepped back, but held onto his good arm, for she was loathe to let go.

"I returned but an hour ago," he said, taking her hand. "From what I understand, your grace has been dealt a great hurt, as well."

"I cry thy mercy and pardon, fair brother," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "I have been most foolish. Nearly did I lead us all into great peril."

"Nay, my lady, nay," he said, kissing her brow. "Thou didst follow thy heart, and there is no fault in that."

She bit her lip. "I feel like a fool, and- and I may never marry, by thy leave."

"Sister, let's leave that worry for another day," he said, gravely, for his leave would be freely given - he dreaded the day his brother and sisters would marry and leave. "Ed told me Aslan was here. Did you see him?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't in the battle, and I stayed in the castle after." She broke away from him, facing the shining sea.

"I'm sorry I missed him. I could use his advice." Peter sat upon a nearby boulder, running his fingers tiredly through his hair.

"Do things not go well? Forgive me, yet again, for not asking," she said, hastily wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"It went as well as could be expected. I grow weary of battles, Susan."

She walked back to him and rested a hand on his good shoulder. "We are both of us weary, then."

"Then look up, my children, and you shall find respite," came a warm, familiar voice from down the beach.

Susan and Peter glanced at each other in surprise and delight. They turned as one to face Aslan, and, indeed, the weariness and hurt was soon lifted from them.