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[illuminescent]

And done up the whole of Cair Paravel to suit her, as well.

[whathawksdo]

I suppose that's a compelling enough reason to flee into the wilderness.

[illuminescent]

Oh, yes. With Peter.

He was least fond of it.

[whathawksdo]

Peter? A brother, I take it?

[illuminescent]

My eldest.

[God she loves him.]

[whathawksdo]

How many do you have, anyway? I know there's one sister, and now one brother, and then...?

[illuminescent]

One sister. Two brothers.

[Two boys, two girls.]

[whathawksdo]

And your mother? Father?

[illuminescent]

[There is a very long pause.]

My father was away to war when I was so small that I almost do not remember him. And my mother, she sent us away during a war, and I was-

She sent us away on a serpent, I think. It is very strange, for I recall it poorly. But I was near to eight, I think, when we defeated the White Witch, and regained Narnia. I remember them not at all.

[whathawksdo]

[ That's... ]

I would say you're from a very odd world, but this one's hardly much better. Still, it's good to hear you and all your brothers and sisters managed to stick together through all of that.

[ Something she says with a wistful note, if only a very faint one. ]

[illuminescent]

Do you have no siblings?

[whathawksdo]

Oh, no, I do. Carver and--

[ Well. ]

Just Carver. We don't always get on very well, I'm afraid.

[illuminescent]

What is Carver like? Not like you, I imagine.

[whathawksdo]

Not like me? You'd be surprised. We're both shockingly pig-headed when we're at odds.

He's no mage, though, and therein lay the biggest chasm between us.

[illuminescent]

Do not say he does not care for magic.

[whathawksdo]

Then this is going to be a very short conversation.

[illuminescent]

How unkind!

[whathawksdo]

Not... entirely. You need to look at it from his point of view. Father was a mage, I was a mage, Bethany was a mage. That didn't make life easy, not for anyone, but I'm sure he felt even more alone than the rest of us.

[illuminescent]

Did you torment him?

[whathawksdo]

Oh please, it isn't as though I needed magic to do that. I'm the oldest.

[ Of course she picked on him. ]

[illuminescent]

Peter is the eldest of us, and he is quite good.

It is Edmund who torments me.

[whathawksdo]

But Edmund is still older than you, isn't he?

[illuminescent]

Oh-

Yes.

As I am the youngest.

[whathawksdo]

Then the rationale behind it stands. He's older, of course he picks on you. Only with Carver, it was... well. I can only hope there isn't so much resentment between you and your own brothers. Or sister, for that.

[illuminescent]

Oh-

No.

Not at all.