" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "
Wisdom;
To be wise is to make intelligent decisions that lead to good outcomes.
Edmund Pevensie and Olivia Olmore were very wise. Just not when it came to feelings.
" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "
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" Merry Christmas! "
BY SUNRISE, THE SMALL GROUP found themselves on a journey again. They walked on the freezing snow, enduring the cold climate of the never ending winter in Narnia.
They reached a cliff, one that held a beautiful view over the Narnia sight. Lucy's face fell, astounded by seeing such a pretty view. Olivia was used to the Narnian beauty, but she could never get tired of it.
" Now, Aslan's camp is near the stone table, just across the frozen river. " - Mr Beaver pointed.
" River? " - Peter questioned.
" Oh, the river's been frozen solid for quite a while now. " - Mrs Beaver answered.
" It's so far. " - Peter groaned, looking in the direction of Mr Beaver's little finger.
" It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small? " - Mrs Beaver asked.
Susan turned her head to her older brother, raising an eyebrow.
" Smaller. " - She said, passing by her brother.
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The kids found themselves on a vast snowy field. The only thing in sight was the trace of their steps and the woods ahead. The beavers were leading the way, with Olivia right by their tail. The path to the camp wasn't exactly long, but wasn't short either.
" Come on, humans! While we're still young. " - Mr Beaver called out, making Olivia internally growl.
" If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat. "
For the first time in a long while, Olivia laughed. A sincere, honest laugh. It felt good, she felt like floating on a sky, light as a feather.
The Pevensies hadn't seen her laugh before, so they were surprised, but Lucy joined her into laughing. They were all slowly getting to know and understand Olivia and her mind. It was good, because Olivia was now a part of their lives, and they didn't mind it at all.
" Hurry up! Come on! " - Lucy climbed on top of Peter's back, the young one already tired.
" He is getting a little bossy. " - Lucy affirmed, agreeing with her brother.
" No! Behind you! It's her! " - Mr Beaver yelled. They turned around to see a sleigh heading their direction.
" Run! Run! " - Lucy got off Peter's back and they all started running. They weren't looking back, but only forward.
The sleight was close on their tails, but they did not stop running. Olivia grabbed her bow in hand, but kept running.
They found themselves a little edge of a small cliff to hide.
