Oh, Polly. A child, an imaginer, an adventure, a writer.
Polly was a child. That was clear.
Just a little girl. That's why she took the shiny ring the strange Uncle Andrew gave her. She was also sensible, and told her friend not to touch the bell. She went to Narnia and learned of more. She grew as a person, as Lady Polly of Narnia.
She could be judgmental. She could be wise.
She was not a queen, but a lady. Not made for another world, but was able to touch it. We all have journeys in our lives, and that was hers.
Polly was a hoper, a dreamer, a magical ring buyer, so to speak.
A writer,
a lady.
A child.
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Narnian Ladies: Women of Strength
FanfictionFrom Queen Helen to Jill Pole, an aesthetic and a brief summary of the character, as seen though my eyes. Long Live The Narnian Women!
