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and i don't know why but with you, i'd dance in a storm in my best dress.
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THE GRAND HALL was filled with tension. The Pevensies and Ivory sat around a large table, maps and documents scattered everywhere. Candles flickered, casting long shadows on their stressed faces. The rain pattered against the windows, creating a backdrop of rhythmic drumming that only heightened their sense of urgency.
"Alright, everyone," Peter began, his voice heavy with concern, "we need a strategy. We can't let this kingdom declare war on Narnia."
Susan nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Our allies are hesitant, and we're stretched thin. What are our options, Edmund?"
Edmund, the plan maker and strategist, looked at the map intently. Ivory sat beside him, equally engrossed, her mind racing with possibilities. "We need to anticipate their moves. If we can outmaneuver them, we might avoid a full-blown war. What if we–"
A sudden movement caught everyone's attention. Lucy stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "I can't take this anymore," she muttered, making her way to the door.
"Lucy, where are you going?" Peter demanded, his voice tinged with outrage.
"We're in the middle of a meeting!" Susan added, equally exasperated.
Lucy turned back, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of defiance and frustration. "Chill out, guys. We're not going to solve anything if we're all stressed out. Sometimes you just need a break," she said, stepping outside into the rain.
Edmund looked at Ivory, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "She's right, you know. Come on, Rory," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.
"Ed, what are you doing?" Ivory protested, but her resistance was half-hearted. She knew he was right.
Peter and Susan exchanged incredulous looks. "You can't be serious!" Peter shouted after them.Susan sighed, throwing her hands up in defeat. "This is ridiculous. But if they're going, we should keep an eye on them."
Outside, the rain was cool and refreshing. Lucy was already twirling around, her arms outstretched as she laughed. Edmund and Ivory joined her, their initial reluctance melting away in the joy of the moment.
"Ed, you're getting soaked!" Ivory laughed, pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face."Oh, like you're not?" Edmund shot back, grinning. "Come on, let's see if you can still spin like you used to."
Ivory rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "You're on, Ed."
Peter and Susan emerged from the doorway, looking bemused. "I can't believe we're doing this," Peter muttered, stepping into the rain.
"Sometimes I wonder how we're related," Susan said, shaking her head, though she couldn't suppress a small smile as she watched her siblings.
"Admit it, Susan, you needed this too," Lucy teased, splashing water at her.
