This is amazingly sensuous, for all that nothing overt ever happens (or could happen) -- just, the way you describe the sea and the food and the light and the way the honey mead pervades the whole thing, lending a sweet-drunk longing to both halves of the story... it's gorgeous. And aching and yearning, which fits the sea and the unspoken feelings and the sirens and, again, the mead, to perfection. I love how neither Susan nor Edmund ever comes out and says anything direct, but they both know exactly what the other isn't saying, and how that applies to practical matters of diplomacy and spies as well as to whatever may or may not be between them.
And the joking about Susan leaving Narnia, and the way they unknowingly foreshadow the events of HHB -- both taking Susan to and saving her from a wedding in the Splendour Hyaline -- is a beautiful meta touch, as is the way outings on Felimath always seem to go wrong.
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Date: 2013-09-22 02:56 am (UTC)And the joking about Susan leaving Narnia, and the way they unknowingly foreshadow the events of HHB -- both taking Susan to and saving her from a wedding in the Splendour Hyaline -- is a beautiful meta touch, as is the way outings on Felimath always seem to go wrong.