Post by Lucy Pevensie on Mar 24, 2016 12:54:47 GMT -5
Lucy tugged her light jacket closer around her as she looked around the park. It was a nice park, even if it wasn’t quite spring weather yet. It had promise of being nice. She rested a hand on the bottom of a bench to test it. It felt far too cold to sit. Plastic, though, not metal. Perhaps they were reserving metal for airplanes like the times she was more accustomed to. She was still getting over the time difference. She honestly had no idea anything about this place. It was not London, she knew that much. And perhaps it sounded silly, but she was pretty sure it was England at all. It just didn’t feel right. Like the air was different. Could that even be right? She knew for sure when she was in Narnia because everything felt younger and fresher there, including the air. This place was not that young and fresh, so it was not, say, Calormen. Too cold too to be Calormen.
There! She smiled as her eyes caught on something bright. She grinned and headed over to the spot of color and knelt next to the dandelion. “Hello there. Aren’t you lovely?” Of course she would never dream of picking it. It would live much longer and happier sitting right here where it could get plenty of water and sunshine. And soon, friends! She just hoped whoever ran this park was not so against dandelions as were the ones in London.
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