AN ENCHANTER'S FORETELLING. [NARNIA]

CHAPTER SIXTY | TRAIL

CHAPTER SIXTY
TRAIL

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To witness the beauty of Narnia in all of its glory was truly one of the greatest gifts Aslan could ever bestow upon them. To be granted with the chance to appreciate her true home for herself for the first time with unbiased eyes ever since the revelation of her heritage, regardless of the circumstances in which they found themselves. For it was clear, right then and there, as she rode with her loyal mare and passed the candid scenery of the utter wilds, that the land of Narnia was one of the loves of her life Rose Lovell would forevermore pledge her being to.

Narnia once again believed this year's wintertime would be a friendly one, and in a sense, she was right. However, there was also a certain sense of uninviting atmosphere clinging to the surrounding flora that made her pause and think for a moment. Don't get me wrong, this winter would be a kind one this year, but there came a slow and painful kind of realisation to her. The inhabitants of Narnia could feel along with her the sorrows she suffered through, the moments of prosperity, the times in which the land thrived in the spring and cried with the residual nostalgia of the despairing hundred-year long wintertime. And in return, so would she.

The further she retreated into the woods, the further the feeling of unhappiness bloomed into her heart. As if Narnia herself could listen to Rose's pain and melancholy residing in her own unveiled past that the land could remember taking place in her soils. Narnia had chosen her herself to fight for her home, and to aid her in these times of confusion, the land borrowed the sadness residing in Rose's kindhearted soul.

It was then, as Peter Pevensie's stallion descended into a trot and then a comfortable jog beside her, that Rose's mind returned to present moment in time. He smiled at her apologetically, as of lately there had been a wedge driven through them both. She recalled the manner in which Peter had snapped and spoken about her during the heated dispute with Alistair Ashford, and she braced for the fact that he was going to bring it up again.

Rose didn't blame him, however. Peter was a hardworking young man, nearly always occupied, who would do anything for the love of his country and family. She understood him for it was the same devotion she had for her duties in Susan's court, and as of late, her true home.

Naturally, Peter had become wary, heedful of the unreliability of her mind, but never did he mean any real harm. He could have been more polite with his words, but still Rose didn't find it in herself to blame him for it. Instead, the way in which she viewed him changed after that night. Peter Pevensie was merely an older brother with the pressured task of looking after his own siblings and sheltering them from any possible kind of danger. It would come to no surprise that he wouldn't hesitate to protect his own from the uncertainness that came with Rose, regardless of if Peter viewed her as another one of his sisters. It was as simple as that, but still he cared for her like a brother and friend would.