Lucy delights in it, Susan thinks, in riding the waves of fortune, always trusting in Aslan to keep her flying.

Peter and Ed are different; Peter always beating a path straight forward and Edmund gliding and soaring, seeking out currents to carry him onwards.

But not Susan; some days she feels like a hummingbird in a hurricane, a bright and fragile thing tossed in the swirl of a storm, tiny wings and frantic heart beating helpless against a world that’s too big, too wild, too much altogether for a girl who’s meant to hover.