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　　 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Great Eastern Ocean gushed over one another, engulfing wave into wave. When it finally reached the shore, the rough waves had stilled and only crawled ever so slightly onto the beach.

The sun was still a smouldering bulb in the morning sky. Bright-orange mirrored off the sun into the ether where it wove effortlessly with streaks of yellow. In the far distance, merfolk were eagerly jumping out of the water for a glimpse of the beauty of dawn.

With her feet stuffed in the cool sand, Eleanor joined the merfolk with admiring the sunrise. She sat on a flimsy blanket to protect her extravagant dress from the sticky sand. When she'd awoken earlier that morning, her hair was filled with strong curls which she had pinned back with a gorgeously diamond and gemstone-embedded diadem that Caspian had given her for her eighteenth birthday.

It was no secret that Eleanor enjoyed wearing the most eccentric and royal dresses she could find, however, there were none that fit her. She was taller than Susan and Lucy were when they were last in Narnia and there hadn't been another Queen besides them at Cair Paravel.

Her dress consisted of multiple browns, from the darker brown for most of her dress to a very light-brown that looked almost off-white in the morning sun and covered her arms and shoulders and the part in-between her neck and chest. The light-brown fabric was much thinner and rather see-through for the most part. Here and there, there was gold laced through the thick and thinner fabric.

Eleanor remembered the day well when this dress was made for her. Caspian felt sorry whenever Eleanor walked around in Tallulah's old summer dresses that didn't fit her at all. Even though Tallulah and Eleanor were the same height, Tallulah's shoulders were much broader and she was more muscular than Eleanor had even been. Caspian had suggested that the maids made a few dresses for Eleanor and after creating a few simple dresses, he'd requested for one gown to be made. The way Eleanor was beaming when she tried on the dress, her smile so warm and genuine, caused Caspian to ask his maids to keep making gorgeous gowns for her and she wore them every day with pride.

Footsteps behind her were dampened by the soft sand. Eleanor startled when Caspian sat down next to her since she hadn't heard anyone arrive. 'Good morning,' she greeted him with a smile. 'How far along are the others?'

Eleanor had found Edmund almost a week ago and so they all began to worry. Either none of the other Pevensie were bound to join them this time or they hadn't been able to find their way back to Cair Paravel yet. Tallulah had suggested that perhaps sending out searching parties to the other nations would be wise and for them to scout out the surrounding areas of Cair Paravel. Everyone'd agreed.

Caspian dug his bare feet into the chilly sand as well, feeling the icky grains of sand between his toes as he wondered why Eleanor enjoyed this feeling so much. 'Morning,' he said and let out a yawn. 'Tallulah's preparing herself and Edmund is still waking up. I don't know if he ever got up early as a kid, but I've never met anyone else that hates waking up in the morning as much as Edmund.'