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She slept late--well, that's half true. She woke when Caspian did, because he tripped over Lavender getting out of bed and knocked half the nightstand over.

It involved a minor fire (his pants), a slight burn to the fingers (hers), and entirely too much excitement before tea was had (for either), in Lucy's opinion. And no chocolate at all, thank you. Which isn't something that she's going to stop thinking about in the next few days, Lucy thinks, and is vaguely irritated by this.

But she's the blessing of not needing to rise so early as he, so she'd taken the chance to go back to bed, after fires were put out and burns tended to.

And she's not precisely grumpy, but Lucy finds she could use some peaceful moments after a morning starting like that, and so she's found herself a mug of tea and gone out to walk by the lake. Corella will likely be taken for a ride, later, but for the moment it's nice to stretch her legs.

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"What was it like in Narnia, when the winter ended?" she asks. It's tentative, almost gently, said.

She has to think for several moments before answering. In part because it was a long time ago, and in part because it's another thing that's hard to put into words.

"She wasn't dead yet," Lucy says slowly, "the Witch. But he'd come to Narnia again, and he brought the spring. And--" She can't explain Father Christmas to someone who doesn't know Christmas at all, so she skips it. "And it was slow, at first. The things you'd notice, like more birds were out. And then you could hear the water starting to run as the snow melted, and the grass shot up far faster than it should, and the flowers bloomed. By the time we made it to Aslan's camp, it was like--like it had never not been spring, almost. And people were out, and it was the first time in Narnia, when we saw them at the camp, that we'd seen faces that didn't look at least cautious, or a little frightened. It was like the whole land woke up at once."

She can almost see it; maybe because she wants to so badly.

"It sounds wonderful."

"It was," she says softly. "And then the Witch came to the camp, and it wasn't, for a bit. But it--in the end, it was very near perfect, I think. Or at least--I can't imagine better."

"Was it spring for one hundred years next?" she asks, thoughtfully. "Or did it go back to normal?"

"No," she laughs. "Though that might have been nice, I suppose. But it was just--life. Like it should be. All the seasons. And it's not like it stayed perfect, you know, for every year after that. We were at war at times, especially with the South, and there would be, oh, storms, or the giants attacked, or a thousand other things. And there were the little daily things, too. But--it was like it should be. And especially when Aslan was there, it all seemed rather wonderful."

She nods, beaming. "What did you do, after? You said you were there for fifteen years?"

She laughs, a little. "When I was there, I was queen. When we left, I learned to be a little girl in London again. We grew up in Narnia, but the grown-up bodies stayed behind when we left. Just the memories came with us." Most of them, at least. "And then I grew up again."

"Oh, my." That raises Yuna's eyebrows. "You said we?"

She said it before, too, Yuna realizes.

"My two brothers, Peter and Edmund, and my sister Susan and I," she explains.

"Oh! You have a big family," Yuna laughs.

"That's what my husband says," she says, ruefully. "I always thought it rather normal sized, but I suppose it's bigger than some."

Yuna shakes her head. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, but there are some people I grew up with who were like it. Lulu, Wakka... and Chappu."

"And I don't have a husband," she laughs.

"I didn't til lately either," she grins. "Perhaps you will yet, though. And you said you found your family on Besaid, didn't you?"

She blushes, looking shyly away. "There's not much chance for that sort of thing on the pilgrimage," she protests mildly.

"Mm-hm. I was nine, when I went there--Wakka and Lulu are a few years older than I am. Chappu was my age. Wakka and Lulu pretty much raised all of us, with help from the Temple. "

"Why not?" Lucy asks, curiously.

"Peter and Su really raised Ed and me. Or tried," she adds, and her grin's just a little mischievous. "But they sound like lovely people."

"Well, I'm moving all the time. Even if I met someone, I'd only be moving on soon. The only people I'll really be around all the time are my Guardians." She gets just a shade pinker.

"They are," she says earnestly. "I'm so glad to have them with me."

"There's Kimhari, too," she says. "He was the one who brought me to Besaid, and he was always there for me growing up. But he doesn't really understand children." She laughs. "I don't think he understands humans, really. But he's always been kind to me."

Lucy, kindly, does not ask questions regarding the increasing blush, merely says, "Possibly after the pilgrimage. Though if you'd asked me, I should have told you I would never marry, so I think I know little on the subject," she grins. "And Kimhari isn't human, then?"

She nods. "He's my Ronso friend I mentioned before."

She's suddenly a lot less animated than she was a second ago, although she's still smiling.

"He's one of your guardians too, then?"

"Mm-hm. Wakka, Lulu, and Kimahri. And maybe my friend Tidus, the one from another world. I'd like him to come with us, if he's willing to."

"Lulu thinks I'm crazy," she admits.

"--Why?"

She laughs. "For wanting him to come. He doesn't know anything about Spira, and he doesn't have any training in fighting or magic."

"But he's really a natural," she says earnestly. "He's already improved so much. And his father was my father's guardian. Lulu thinks I'm seeing signs in everything, but it's just too much of a coincidence. It must be the blessing of Yevon."

"They sound like good reasons to me," she shrugs.

"I don't know about Yevon, mind you, or signs from him, but--but it's your pilgrimage, so I should think if anyone would know, it would be you."

She nods. "In the end, it's up to him, anyway."

"What's your husband like?"