"I would be glad to see dryads again," Susan said softly. It was things like that which made this particular adventure seem almost familiar, and therefore more bearable. "The shepherds of trees sound most peculiar. I wonder that normal trees should need shepherds at all. It isn't as though they're about to wander off."

But then he was asking about Narnia, and... well, it had been so long since she'd talked about Narnia in any great detail. She'd found that since she'd started, it was very easy to continue.

"We were a fair sized country. Our border to the west was a great mountain range. To our immediate south was Archenland, and they have always been our allies. We are separated by a mere mountain pass. Our border to the east was the Great Eastern Ocean, and further out was the Silver Sea, all the way to the Lone Islands who were a part of our territory. To the north were the marshes, and beyond that are the giants of Ettinsmoor who needed strict reminders of our borders."

They had a horrible habit of hunting in the north of Narnia and not particularly caring whether or not the beast they caught could talk. Susan did not like them. She also did not feel the need to discuss the empire of Calormen. She did not like thinking of her time there.

"Some of our dearest advisers were beavers," Susan added. "And I had a great friendship with a raven."

And - oh - there were so many more. Her heart ached to think of them.