![]() ![]() She would be easily angered by the way someone would talk to her or her family, but only for a second before her fury cooled and the calm, sweet face reappeared. Her oldest daughter use to be methodical and calculated but on a rare occasion she would have an outburst. Pevensie’s old view of her daughter greatly. She seemed almost scared they would disappear, scared she would lose them. However, the way she looked over her siblings was different. She carried herself in a higher manner, not like she was above others but as if she was watching over them, like a ruler protecting their subjects. She seemed to take on a role of leadership even when no one asked it of her. She wasn’t as harsh with her sibling or herself as she was before they left. She just didn’t understand what had happened, what had made him this way. She didn’t understand the malice seen on his face when someone upset him. ![]() She didn’t understand the fear behind his eyes when he heard a misplaced sound. But she grew worried because she didn’t know how such sadness could be seen in the smile of a kid. He instead sought solace in his siblings because they were the only ones who understood, and his mother was glad that even though he appeared to be lonely, he wasn’t completely alone. Pevensie tried to reach out, but she just didn’t know how to comfort her oldest son when he pushed all her affections away. Like he was missing something that no one could give him. He had matured in a way that was both regal and sad. He no longer picked fights with just anyone. The way he listened to his siblings and others talk seemed like he was trying to formulate a response that would satisfy everyone. They weren’t the kids who use to bicker, they were hardened but she wasn’t quite sure why. They had become adults while they were away. Her children were already grown up when they came back to her.
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