Evelyn+Peter| Not food
Wondering was not one thing in particular that Evelyn favored. As she walked, her feet hit the ground with hard thuds, as if she were angry about something, in actuality she was angry about nothing, she was a heavy walker when she simply did not care and at this point. There was, without a doubt, somebody who was going to approach her, whether she was quiet or not. Though, there was no denying that when she was approached, she was dreadfully shy, something that came along with not being exposed to a social life, like most children were in Narnia.
“Bother, this isn’t the way either,” Evelyn huffed, her blue eyes catching the ground for a brief second, They moved back up to the forest, her heart attempted to lift itself once again, breathing settled and she nodded to herself, a false way to tell herself that she had to keep wondering or she would never find herself out of the forest, even with the animals help. As she continued her walk, she came to a stop at a river. She hated swimming. It was as simple as that. Swimming resulted in drowning, something Evelyn wasn’t going to risk.
“Fish, can you talk?” she wondered out loud, grinning to herself and sitting on the edge, her arm reached down to touch the fish swimming to close to the top, they quickly darted downwards, causing her to laugh. This continued for a few minutes before she looked to her side, hearing a branch crack. Normally, the girl would have jumped in the water or gotten up and hid until she saw who it was. Though she stayed there, and with quite a brave voice spoke out loud, “excuse me, but you’ll never get anywhere if you hide. Before you ask, my name is Evelyn and I don’t taste very good- I would imagine….if you were going to try and eat me.”
Chocolate for the cold weather // Emerald & Aldara
It was another cold morning in Narnia and Aldara said goodbye to her boss staying alone in the bakery. Those days not many people went to the bakery and the girl spent the hours alone but she used that time for read and write. Outside, there was a small blizzard “Definitely, I prefer summer and sun” said sighing.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and Aldara ran to open it. There was a young girl and she looked like frozen. “Oh my! Come inside” said shoving her into the shop. “Are you ok?” asked worried and taking away the snow of the girl’s shoulders “today is a bad day to be in the street, come with me”. Aldara led the girl into the kitchen and gave her a chocolate cup “take it…”. It was a beautiful girl and she smiled “My name is Aldara”.
Imogen and Rabadash| Fishing.
The couple had been wondering around for a good hour, the Narnian sun was beating down on Rabadash and Imogen’ skin, lingering and leaving soft lines of sweat where it hit the most. Rabadash had argued with her for a bit about finding where they should fish until he had finally convinced her to at least try to get to Calormen to fish, even to Archenland would be fine. The Narnian ponds weren’t safe to fish in, not with talking beasts walking about everywhere. He would hate to hook a talking fish and never hear the end about how badly the hook hurt him.
“This way,” Rabadash said. He might now be good at navigating but he was good at telling which way was home when he desired. He pointed towards the forest and raised his eyebrows, “go.” he pushed her lightly.
Clean slate? | | Isolde and Lycael
The light was already hitting him, although he sat to the west of his shack, hoping to block out the light that the day would bring. He turned over, feeling some of the dirt sticking to his exposed arm. He brushed it off, sitting up, only to find that more stuck to his back and legs. He sighed, getting up, leaving some of it on, not really caring. Alice and Isolde were still inside sleeping as far as he knew, and he was glad that at least while they were sleeping they could get along.
Lycael had decided that it would be good to drop the subject yesterday, but why Isolde was so troubled continued to flood into his thoughts today. He began trying to make himself busy, cleaning up some of the old ashed firewood that was left in the campsite, tossing it to the side of the shack. He heard the door from the shack creak open, probably on account of him being so loud. He didn’t turn at first, already preoccupied with what he was doing. When he finished, he turned to find Isolde leaning against the shack, her arms crossed. He straightened up, dusting his hands off on his jeans. “Hey.”
Dumb 'old gravity. [[Open]]
Matt bit his bottom lip as he felt the wound, it was a deep dirty gash, and it hurt a lot! “Why was I so stupid!?!” Matt moaned to the only thing around, Moonshine. Matt had fallen from a tree while trying to get a better look at where he was, he had climbed all the way to the top knowing the higher you went the thinner the branches got, but he still had climbed. Almost to the top Matt had picked a very small branch to put his foot on, the branch had snapped and he fell all the way to the bottom, and now sat under the large pine holding his injured arm.
Matt held up the hand he had just had on his arm, it was covered in red sticky blood. “Well I guess I should do somethin’ a’bout this.” Matt sighed and tried to stand, his legs and back hurt from the fell as well and he groaned. After the pain subsided he started towards the horse. “Common boy. Over here.” Matt said to the horse knowing that he probably couldn’t make it all the way to where Moonshine was standing. The horse obeyed his master’s request and walked over to him. “Thanks…” Matt said then opened his saddlebag and took out an old cloth, and then wrapped it as tightly as he could around his injured arm. Tying it off he sat down again. “I think I’ll sit here still I feel a lil’ better.” Matt told Moonshine, the horse only snorted and begun to graze beside where Matt was sitting. Matt leaned against the pine again and closed his eyes trying to forget about the pain, he opened them again when he heard noise in the nearby bushes.
Alice and Lycael | | Sailing
He could already feel the sea spray on his face, along with the taste of sea salt in his mouth. He had been intrigued by her genuine interest in sailing, so he thought he’d take her out to sea for awhile. They’d managed to borrow a medium-sized boat from one of Juliette’s friends. He had told them that it would be easily manageable for two people, so it was a perfect fit. He had got in with Alice, and allowed her to look around it while he stayed in his spot, looking out over the ocean. He finally moved from where he stood at the bow of the ship towards where Alice stood, near the middle. “So what’s first, Captain?” He didn’t know the first thing about getting a ship away from port, let alone what to do while they’re actually on the water. He’d actually kind of hoped that the wind would do most of the work. Maybe that was just him being lazy, though.
Juliette&Isolde|| Fruit.
The afternoon sun threatened to go down in a few hours time. Juliette crossed her arms, making her way around the twisted paths of the forest to reach the village not to far from Cair Paravel. Her feet hit the unpaved ground with a slight thud; uncaring who heard her. There was not a day in which she could let her guard down anyway, why not give away her location as well? Juliette sighed, finally reaching the village, taking comfort in the busy streets and yelling of merchants to costumers, trying to attract their attention.
Only a few days before Juliette was in Archenland, finding a much different way of selling things but here, in Narnia, it was different, there were not people yelling to sell fish but to sell only the finest of fruits. Juliette wondered to a stand, her blue eyes scanning for a fruit that she could find among the lands in middle-earth but seemingly in Narnia, it was impossible to find.
Something had caught her eye though, or rather somebody. Isolde stood not far from her, her attention seemed put onto something else on her mind. At first Juliette hesitated to actually speak up, wondering if she could simply walk away but she thought it rude if Isolde had truly seen her standing there so she decided to speak, “afternoon.”
The only word Juliette spoke to Isolde and if she hadn’t heard her, Juliette would turn and walk away.
For Jill
Xander was sitting calmly on big boulder he found while eating his apple. It was covered with green fresh moss, he didn’t mind because he was exhausted from his long walk. He began laying on his back when he grew sleepy. He closed his eyes.
He opened them suddenly when he found a girl sitting next to his rock. “Uh, hello?”
True Plain Hearts [Emeth & Ivy]
“My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.” Tristan + Isolde
Ivy did as she was told. Till she sat only inches away from Emeth. Something about him was different, in good way. A smile formed on her lips and they watched the day turn to night. The stars seemed to twinkle in his eyes when she caught a glimps of him. This night was more than anything she’d ever experienced. Her small hand found his once again, and they sat there in silence watching the stars perform their dance for them and the rest of the world.
In no time at all, the sun had vanished from sight. The gentle night soon came, bringing with it the sublime peace Emeth so cherished. Mesmirized beyond all words, the Tarkaan stared at the sky, breathless.
The stars had always captivated him, and he was never unfazed by their beauty and power. By far, they were one of the most beautiful things Aslan, in all His glory, would ever create. Oh, how humbling it was to sit before them.
Emeth turned his gaze to the young woman next to him when he felt her take his hand once more. His dark eyes widened in surprise. He did not know what to do. Though he was in his 27th year, Emeth had had very little experience with women. His brothers, in their resentment, had never taught him the ways of romance nor the like. He’d never even been approached about taking a bride.
Feeling his heart thud in his chest, Emeth simply beamed at her, for lack of a better reaction. His dimples pulled tight in his cheeks. He was glad that he was able to share this magical night with her.
Knowing that the night chill would soon arrive, Emeth gently took his hand back so as to remove his jacket and drape it around Ivy’s shoulders. He did not want her to get cold and fall ill.
“What dost thee think? Wast it not all I had told thee?”
Open RP || Adeline's arrival at Cair Paravel
Adeline had been travelling on horse back for some hours now. Her journey begun in the owlwood where she had met some friendly narnians. Actually, they were all friendly, no one has been cold to her but she couldn’t help but be nervous around them. She always felt awkward when she was around others, stangers or not. She never knew what to say, how to act. She always had the impression of making a fool of herself.
She had a bag with minimal stuff : three dresses, a men outfit, a calabash of water and fruits. Her sword was hanging at her waist, a night blue cloak hiding it.
When Adeline had met High queen Susan, the royalty had suggested her to come and live in Cair Paravel. An offer that she gladly accepted. If the queen hadn’t told her, Adeline would have asked her if it was possible to settle in the castle anyway.
If possible, she would help as a maid, a cook or even a swordfighter. If other narnians aren’t to reluctant about it, but it shouldn’t be a problem as narnians are more open minded concerning woman fighting than earthling.
When Adeline had exited the owlwood, she went along the shore and continued south east. After a few hours, the castle came into view and she stopped to stare at it briefly. She had already came there, but everytime its magnificience was breathtaking. From there, she could already see several gardens and she could only imagine how many rooms there might be. This would be the first time she’d go through the gates of the castle. * I’ll have to explore the castle whenever I have nothing else to do. * She thought, she would get lost very often if she didn’t do that. The advantage is that she will be probably unremarked among the numerous narnians living there.
Adeline let the talking horse who accompanied her go and she entered the castle searching for a familiar face or anyone who could help her. She was holding her bag in her hand and let her mind wander off. She found everything stunning, even the dull stone walls were beautiful to her.
Council meeting (Group two): Edmund, Cor, Corin, Andrew Lunair, King Lune, Dar, Darrin, Shar, Aravis.
((The order is on the title. Your character has two days to reply or he/she/it will be skipped.))
The silver crown was placed on Edmund’s dark hair. He was wearing a blue tunic, a replica of the one he used on his coronation. The cape fell over his body like a grayish blue cascade.
The room was of a medium size. Since it had people from Archenland, another court, Edmund decided to use the room number three, made to accommodate two kings at the time, whom would sit one on one side of the retangular table and the other on the other side, one in front of the other. The light came from a window on the back of the room, but a few candles were lighted. The light reflected in the gold medallion that tied the cape of Edmund. The king brought some maps and papers, in which he put aside of the table. One of the maps he placed on the table.
Edmund looked at his companions of the meeting. In front, King Luner of Archenland. At Edmund’s left side were Cor, Corin and Andrew, brother of the King. At Edmund’s right were Dar, Darrin, Shar and Aravis. They were his friends, but today he was seeing them as king, princes and lords, who were reunited for one reason: to help Narnia. Sitting among the others, Edmund sighed a few times before starting talking, trying to make a decision that should have been taken long ago. The fact of being there, taking the lead of important decisions - and dangerous - made him happy, but there was no time for that. He knew he should not boast of something like this, because even wanting this moment to arrive, he wondered if Peter would be of good help, or if he would be better at the role than he. He shook his head a little to get rid of the thoughts. It was time, and Peter being there or not, he was the leader now. It was a big burden to carry, but he was ready. I can’t show weakness or doubt. Even being scared to be making such decisions, when they look at me they must see just the King Edmund the Just.
“Gentlemen,“ Edmund said in a deep voice, standing up from his chair, ”And ladies,“ He gave a look at Shar and Aravis, ”The west part of my dear Narnia is under attack and we need help.” He sat again , putting his hands on the table and placing some papers in front of him. He clasped his hands and began to speak again, ”Chippingford and Ettinsmoor were attacked recently. I got letters from the people of the cities, soon after the attacks, ”The dark eyes of the youngest king went through the papers for a while,” Both attacks occurred at the night time. In Chippingford were sighted black dwarfs, giants, hags, wolves. I have data from many injuried, deaths and the city is destroyed, apparently. ”A sigh escaped from his lips.
“About Ettinsmoor, we don’t have much information, unfortunately, but I was reported that Jadis’ secret police was there.” Edmund looked at the papers again. How could he let this happen?
Edmund straightened his crown on his head and stood up, the cape falling over his body. He took a red chalk that was beside him, placing his eyes on the map, ”This was one of the best maps, newer, I got. As you can see,” Edmund did a risk under the name of cities attacked, ”here’s Chippingford and Ettinsmoor, very close,” Edmund then took a black chalk, ”and here,” He made a mark on the place that would be the castle of Jadis, ”is where the castle of Jadis is, well, near the towns that were attacked. ”He marked the map with arrows linking the castle with the cities attacked and then made a “X” on them.
“So I think,” he began, staring at everyone in the room, “that their next attack will be by the surroundings areas,” He took the red chalk again and drew arrows to the places closest to the castle, “The Marsh, The lamppost, Beaversdam, The Telmarine castle and Beruna. ”
The Just King sat back while the other were analyzing the map, ”I believe that the marsh will not be the next target, nor Beruna. We have left the lamppost, Beaversdam and the Castle, “Edmund sighed again, ” I believe we are not going to be attacked from the south anytime soon, am I right?”
Carnival of Rust -Edith & Devin-
Once Edith actually fell asleep, she slept with more peace than she ever had. She was warm. She had a bed. She didn’t have to worry about getting attacked in the middle of the night. Devin was with her, and part of the girl’s mind knew that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. Yes, he liked to fight with her, but he had made it clear multiple times that only he was allowed to mess with her. That day with Adela proved it. And yes, Edi had gone to Gil that terrible night, not Devin. Part of her wondered if it was because she feared Devin would judge her, when Gil did not. Or could it have been because Devin surely would have killed the man, while Gil just looked after and comforted her?
Edith’s dreams that night were highly unusual. She dreamt of walking the streets with Devin, showing him just what her life was like. Trying to make him understand the hell she was made to endure, and exactly how much of a war zone her world was. What a battle staying alive for one more day was for her. She showed him the deprivation of her family and neighbors. She introduced him to the starving children she looked after. She even brought him along on one of her little plays, showing him what a good little actress she was. But then, like they always did, Edi’s dreams turned to nightmares.
The girl had been walking with Devin, when suddenly that man stepped out of the shadows and stood grinning at her evilly.Edith froze, her green eyes widening in horror. As the man began to stalk toward her, Edith reached into her pocket for her boxcutter, but it was gone… Just as she realized that, the man grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the wall. Edith, struggling, tried to call out to Devin. But he was gone! Her terrified green eyes locking on the man’s Edi screamed.
Jumping awake mid scream, Edith shot up in bed, covered in sweat. She began to tremble. Edi was no coward, she feared almost nothing. But memories of that man haunted her, leaving her little more than a scared child. Gasping, the girl fought to calm herself. She had to put her walls back up and quickly. Edith had never told Devin about the attack, nor had she explained the two missing teeth that resulted. In fact, Sorner was the only one in the Gang who knew. And Edi wasn’t sure she wanted Devin to know…
Meeting Queen Susan in her birthday
Aldara breathed deep before approached her. She was a bit nervous about meeting the High Queen. Not long that she was back to Narnia and the girl wished to meet her. She coughed and smiled when the beautiful Queen looked at her. “Good afternoon your majesty” she had a small box in her right hand “I wanted to wish you a happy birthday”.
Isolde&Rabadash|| The great river.
Rabadash stared at the rushing water, it was too loud for his likings. In the pocket of the young prince there was a small bottle in which held poison that could affect animals of any great species, all but humans. He could not remember where he had gotten it or who had given it to him. Rabadash simply carried it around with him, he just smiled slightly. He held the faith of Narnians in his hand, if he put it into the water the others would drink it and they would all have a horrible time trying to get over it.
Over the past few days, he had seen another light though. Coming across a woman staying in the Narnian castle that caught his eye. Thinking about this young woman, he crept along the water until stopping at a girl much shorter than his 6’2 figure. He stared at her before clearing his throat to grab his attention.
Open {My ways deceive you, do they not?}
Ceri drew herself away from the long, gray strip of narrow road, which wove through the forest, a small hiss escaped her lips. Above, great towering spires rose the city of Anvard. Ceri peered warily around. She had not remembered civilization in a place like Archenland. But now she stood, a ugly road slashed through her path, and she wondered whether to pass it or stay on her side of the road. The more she looked on it, the more she loathed it. Indeed, she wished on it only destruction.
Perhaps. She thought gleefully to herself. Perhaps I am able to destroy it! She knelt where she stood, unsheathing her dagger and stabbed it swiftly into the gravel.
“I will destroy you,” Her voice was venomous and low, and she tore at the dirt and stone with her fingers until they bled. She saw the road not inanimate, but a beast, rearing and falling upon her. At last, the misty vision passed, and she controlled her swift anger, and crouched back on her heels, wrapping her cloak tightly around her chest, tears of confusion and pain in her deep, blue eyes.
She knew suddenly she did not fear the road, nor loath it. It was a passing insanity, which she had bore her whole life. For a moment, she almost loved to great gray path, as she watched it wind forever on. She placed a bloody hand upon it, smiling gently.
But when she looked up again, she saw a figure, a cloaked figure in the distance, and quickly took back her knife, holding it almost fondly in her hands, ignoring the blade. The figure grew closer, and she knew it would only worsen her situation if she ran. She bent her head, saying nothing, not daring to look up.
Princess Lessons || Gael and Susan
Susan found herself sitting at her usual desk in her pretentious chambers. It was early morning, the sun was just beginning to rise and it’s flaxen golden rays were gradually becoming visible. She sat a her bureau with an abundance of parchments spread ubiquitously. “Today will be a busy day,” she muttered to herself as she put her quill down, and embarked on arching her back slowly, if she remained motionless, her muscles would become remarkably stiff.
Her eyes attentively examined her surroundings, taking a break from working. As of late, the gentle queen had been uncommonly swamped with paperwork, it appeared that progress lately had turned out to be frustratingly. There was so much to do, but not enough time for Susan to accomplish all the necessary tasks. Whenever she found herself ready to acknowledge her duties, something would always come up and cause her to lose focus. Out of complete and utter boredom, Susan glanced over her shoulder, viewing the neatly placed flowers behind her. The flowers consisted of various shades of yellow, they glistened brightly because of the window and they managed to reflect the sun’s rays. These plants were unfamiliar to the young queen, it’s appearance often leaving her somewhat dumbfounded.
For what felt like an eternity, the gentle queen kept her gaze on the embellished flowers, she found it much easier to concentrate on the florets rather than her work. Susan turned her gaze to the floor, trying to focus on the task at hand. She sat there, hearing the ringing silence in the air. Finally, she waved her hand, signaling for one of her ladies-in-waiting. One of her attendants swiftly came to her aid, more than ready to obey her command.
“Please go and retrieve the Lady Gael, tell her that I shall request her services as of now.” she ordered, hoping that the enchanting little girl she met yesterday could be charitable and assist Susan in her duties. Gael had mentioned that she wished to live a life of royalty, Susan thought, she smiled at herself playfully, well she is in for a shock.
