"we've just entered the desert, and wine only further dehydrates you."
"come here, you curmudgeon."
"stop calling me that!"
"i'll stop calling you that when you stop acting like it."
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susan wakes at dawn and edmund is not lying next to her. she wraps a cloak around herself, steps out of the tent into the chill dawn air and the blue light of almost-morning. there are footprints in the sand that lead from the tent to the top of a nearby dune. she hesitates -- edmund has always liked solitude more than she does -- but she finds herself stepping in his footprints anyway, following them, following him.
"su," edmund greets her when she stands at his side.
"is this a late night for you or an early start to the day?" she asks.
he doesn't answer her. they stand side by side and watch the sun rise in silence, except for once when edmund asks susan if she slept well, and she replies yes, yes she did.
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"you are. come here. share this wine with me."
"we've just entered the desert, and wine only further dehydrates you."
"come here, you curmudgeon."
"stop calling me that!"
"i'll stop calling you that when you stop acting like it."
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susan wakes at dawn and edmund is not lying next to her. she wraps a cloak around herself, steps out of the tent into the chill dawn air and the blue light of almost-morning. there are footprints in the sand that lead from the tent to the top of a nearby dune. she hesitates -- edmund has always liked solitude more than she does -- but she finds herself stepping in his footprints anyway, following them, following him.
"su," edmund greets her when she stands at his side.
"is this a late night for you or an early start to the day?" she asks.
he doesn't answer her. they stand side by side and watch the sun rise in silence, except for once when edmund asks susan if she slept well, and she replies yes, yes she did.