Showing posts with label Lucy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lucy. Show all posts

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

finally an update

Goodness! It has been ages since I did an update.  I’ve been shamefully neglectful these past few months. We’ve been having many visitors lately. From Calormen, Archenland and the Lone Islands. All coming to trade, to ask for advice or just coming to enjoy our… I don’t know. Bounty?
Lucy has been doing a lot of drawing lately. She does some very nice work. Pictures of fauns dancing, of hunts, the boys taking care of their horses. Her sketch books are quite full.
My mare has finally got better. There happened to be a small nail driven into her hoof. It was so small that I couldn’t see it. But the other day Edmund had a really careful check over Allene, gently pushing on the front tendon and such. He finally found the stupid thing. I called a groom to come and pull it out, I didn’t want to do it that’s for sure. Edmund seems to have a knack with horses. So he got the general back slapping and embraces. Needless to say, I’m very thankful.
In a minute I have to go and get another fitting for a new gown. It’s a really pretty emerald colour.
Oops, time to go.
Your queen
~Susan

Monday, 5 December 2011

...finally an update!

Hullo,
We have all been busy, busy, busy. The midsummer feast has come and gone. What a joyous night it was!!
Lucy and I wore gowns that we had made ourselves (with a little help of course). Mine was icy blue and Lucy's was a deep burgandy.
Now the busy time has ended and autumn is on its way. Yesterday Lucy asked me if I missed home. Home, Narnia is is home, it seems. The past has faded and every day becomes brighter and more beautiful! But I do wonder about England. Dear, sweet mother, I do long to see her, but somehow her memory is fading into insignificance too.
I must go
~Susan

Sunday, 23 October 2011

..a telmarine messenger

Hullo,
We had a Telmarine messenger come today. He was dark (but not like the Calormenes, a different sort of dark) and had the most curious accent. He was quite tall with a beard, he was polite, but I didn't really like him. We are not exactly on friendly terms with the Telmarines, but we are not enemys. Peter joked saying "Maybe we should marry Susan to one of those Telmarine chaps and make an alliance" Ha ha! I don't think so! But he was just kidding. He would never want me to marry for anything but love. And I would NEVER ever fall for a Telmarine, the are so odd, and crule.
I can't think of anything worse, oh sorry, I can. A Calormene!
Lucy has gotten very fond of painting. She sits at the window sketching. I have tried, but I can't seem to do it. Edmund is revelling in the fact that he is thirteen. And has decided he is now offically "grown up". I'm fifteen and I don't feel half grown up. Well I do sometimes but other times I still feel like a child.
I really must go,
~Susan

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