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Post by Isabella Sinclair on Jun 15, 2008 22:21:53 GMT -5
Isabella walked along the battle feild she knew oh so very well. She finally reached a rock, where just after the battle she had etched 'Izzy was here.'. She smiled softly, running her fingers over the rough lines. It had been what felt like a long time since she had gone by Izzy, her preffered name. Sometimes she still wen by Iz, but never Izzy.
She sighed and sat down next to the rock. She was wearing a deep blue gown and her hair was running down her back freely. She had heard about the latest battle, and had felt guilty about not being there...not fighting.
She shook her head, ridding herself of the pervious thoughts. She looked around the Fords instead. It was actually very pretty down here. It was hard to imagine such a great and terrible thing happened. Great, because the White Witch had been defeated, and Lucy, Edmund, Peter, and Susan had come to power. Terrible for all the lives lost here. So many wonderful people, some of whom she had known.
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Post by Queen Lucy on Jun 17, 2008 17:05:20 GMT -5
Lucy slowly rode on, onto the land where previous battles had taken place. The old horse, Sabriel, finally came to a stop and she got off, patting his neck. "That was a lovely ride, Sabriel," she stated to him with a smile. He had always been her favorite horse even if he was getting terribly old and stiff, but he was always eager to get out and she was always eager to take him out somewhere; cantering was out of the question and whenever she rode he always kept at a walk, occasionally a trot but that seemed to hurt too much so she ended up holding him back until he could trot on his own without the extra weight on his back. "You remember this place, don't you?" The horse gave a low neigh in reply, grazing on some green grass before his attention shifted and he gazed at someone else, in turn Lucy followed his gaze to see some Narnian she had not seen before, or so that she recalled.
Casually walking up to the person, the youngest queen tilted her head in curiosity, looking at the rock before her gaze rested itself on the woman. "Hello," she greeted happily.
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