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[It was a long walk to Caer Glaem. Fortunately, Susan was close enough that that the road to it was fairly safe. She would feel better about this whole thing if her brothers and sister were here, or if she had her bow, or even her horn. Instead she was wearing her school clothes, and they were none too clean at this point. Still, Susan was hoping for a better explanation, and from what the friendly fairies and townspeople had to say the castle was the place to get it.

She was hungry. Fruit trees and handouts didn't do much in the way of assuaging hunger when one was walking all day. She hoped there would at least be food in the castle; it was looming large in her vision now and she hoped to get there within the end of the day. It was a good thing, too. She'd bathed in a stream that morning, but--

"Lawkamercyme!" cried a high pitched voice, and Susan turned her head just in time to see a small, green-tinted fairy fall into a faint. A dark shadow globbed its way towards the fairy, Susan was sure it had foul intent. Dark shadows with gleam of teeth almost always did. She wished for her bow more than ever, but didn't hesitate to pick up a large stone at her feet. She was frightened - how did one fight a shadow? Oh, she hated to fight - but she wasn't about to just stand there and watch. She shouted, "You! There! Get away from that fairy!"

The shadow did not seem much impressed. And so Susan threw the stone with impressive aim, clipping the beast right in the mouth. It hissed and abandoned the fairy, heading towards her instead. She bent to pick up another rock.]

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[For a long moment, the locket shows a beautiful face with a furrowed brow, staring intently at its own reflection. Susan has never seen anything like this before. She is at the castle now, clean and clothed and fed, so her image doesn't look quite as dire as it had earlier that day, and her dark hair is swept back neatly in a braid.] Ah - so it does work! At least, I assume it does, and this is a message going out all over the lockets and not just some sort of fancy mirror.

[In either case, she's beginning to feel a little self-conscious. She reaches for easily remembered dignity.] I don't mean to intrude, but I have heard that this is something which happens often. And I wonder, is there anyone from England here? [She misses her family; two weeks of walking among strangers in a strange land was more than enough alone time for now, thanks.] Or even [marked hesitation] Narnia?

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Oh dear.

"It's Susan, please. I suppose I am here as Queen Susan, that's what they put me down as, but it doesn't feel quite right." It didn't feel quite right out of Narnia and alone. "And I suppose all mortal rulers must seem young to someone upwards of several thousand years old."

But there was a more important question than explaining about her age, or what exactly had sundered her from her land - it was a somewhat difficult story to tell, regardless.

"Aslan is... is Aslan. He is a very difficult sort of person to explain, he simply... is." She tried again, "He's very much himself."

A breath, and a strange strength grew in her as she began to speak the words, "He's The Lion. He's the son of the great Emperor over the sea. According to the beasts and the songs of the fauns, he's the one who sang the world into being from nothing."

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He smiles gently and nods. "Lady Susan then. Mm, I suppose you are, a little. But you have a good head on your shoulders, and in that you do better than some much older."

"Sung the world..." Maglor murmurs softly, watching her with bright eyes. "I wonder... they say Eru has many names amongst the peoples of the world, although we know only those the Valar name Him by. But He too, they say, He Is. That is what 'Eru' means, you see. 'The One' or 'Alone' - for He Was, before all else."

"I... have heard similar things said," Susan said slowly. Hadn't Aslan, in that private discussion she and Peter shared, mentioned something about finding him in their own world? Sometimes the words were lost to the tone when she spoke with him and the tone had been one of comfort, confidence, and hope. "I have certainly never heard of any other world being sung into being until now."

"Nor I, although, in fairness, I do not often ask."

Maglor shrugs and smiles a little. "Tis a little comforting, I confess, to know that there are, perhaps, other lights, other places, which hold a thread of kinship."

...a thread of kinship. Well. As Susan was currently feeling quite alone, that certainly was something. She had become somewhat reserved in the year since they had left Narnia, and the diplomat's skill with words sometimes fell flat when she most needed it. Instead, she was left with a simple sort of honesty.

"Yes. It is comforting."

Maglor tips his head in a small bow.

"Then I am glad to bring you even this small glimpse of light in the shadows."

She smiled slightly, and then because she had already said so much, she ventured, "It is very - strange - to be on an adventure such as this without my brothers and sister. They enjoy adventures so much more than I do."

"If you had always been four, together, I can see how it would be hard." Maglor nods. "I am the second of seven, myself - and we had been so long together it was difficult to imagine a world without." Until time and doom stole us all says Curufin sadly.

"And enjoying a thing does not necessarily mean that they would have been suited eh? I grieve that you must be separate from them, however. What are they like, your siblings?"

Seven! Well, that was quite a family. On the other hand, she was not quite so far gone that she didn't hear the word 'was.' He was either there very much alone or had suffered loss. Either way, a comment on the size of his family would be tactless and probably rude regardless.

"Then I see you know what I mean," she said simply. "Though I'd say they are as well suited for it as I am." More so, maybe. Susan just wanted to be one place or another, really. "And I suppose - when you know people so well, they're somewhat difficult to explain. Lucy is the youngest. She's - brave. Brave enough to see things first that other people don't, and she's a very sweet girl, very kind."

"Perhaps, and perhaps not." He shrugs a little wryly "We can only guess, I suppose - for I would not wish them here to find out."

"Ah." A soft amused sound. "You speak truly there, but equally, who would know them so well as you, their sister, who has been there with them all this time? A sister with clear eyes and a strong spirit. She must be grateful of an elder sister to stand with her."

Was Lucy grateful? It was hard to imagine, really. Lucy was always so sure, so confident in what she believed... and Susan hadn't exactly been very supportive when it mattered most, at least recently.

"I have heard that it is not exactly a safe place to wish people to be," Susan said. Still, she was lonely and she missed her brothers and sister and - to be honest - this whole thing was more than a little overwhelming. She would have felt much better if they were here. At least then that would be something familiar.

"I wish I could tell you otherwise, Lady Susan, but you are correct." Maglor answers somberly. "Worse still, there are far too many here who seem too eager to throw themselves headlong into this fight without thought of consequence or cost. To be fair, the rulers offer great benefits in fighting, and I begin to think they manipulate things deliberately to encourage such fights."

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XD things that happen when two authors are best friends who pinch ideas from each other

True that XD I think playing off of it is really neat

^_^ me too

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sorry, work went crazy and I kind of got buried

sob I know this feel, this was me today/yesterday