Lucy sits in the garden under a tree, eating an apple. It's a funny thing. Whenever she was pulled into the world of Narnia, when she was a living girl, she had noticed that the Narnian air worked strangely. One could arrive as a little English schoolgirl, and an hour or so later your mind would grow sharper and your arms and legs would remember the strength of a Queen.

Now, the place she's found herself is having quite the opposite effect. Lucy has lived for some time in Aslan’s country, and her life in England (or rather, the place she once called England, which is like a shadow of its mirror twin in Aslan's country) feels like quite a distant dream. But as she has been sitting here, her mind has started to remember what it was to be the living Lucy Pevensie. She notices, marveling at the novelty, that the back of her shoe has rubbed a sore onto her ankle and left a gray mark on her stocking. It occurs to her that it's quite chilly. Oughtn't she have brought a coat? Susan does fuss so if she rushes out without one.

And when she takes from her pocket the apple she brought for the journey, it is quite an ordinary apple, not one of the mouthwatering fruits from the trees in Aslan's country. Biting into it gives her such a queer feeling, like hearing an old favorite song that never comes on the radio these days, and suddenly Lucy very much feels like crying.

( Susan has been (dare she say it?), against all odds, settling into life at the Mansion. )


Thank you to Kitsch for playing Lucy - Reactions to meeting the two of them together welcome!