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Konan375She was dreaming.
She was on the mountainside, she could hear her cousins in the distance but she was alone. It was sunny, and a chilly wind made her shiver pleasantly, she found a seat among rocks. They were playing hide and seek around some old ruins that stretched sporadically along the arid crest of land. She had lost a shoe and ducked behind an old rock. She saw carvings in it, she became fascinated when she found that she could read them...
[/i]"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—[/i]
"Why... That's Emily Dickinson." Ocllo commended the Inca's on their good taste in poetry.
"Found you!" She looked up and gasped. Jack Hale stood over her, triumphant grin on his face. "Your It!" (In her dream Jack spoke fluent Spanish.)
The dream changed. A feeling of warm-weight came over her. She was at her old home in chile, and young like earlier in her dream. She was lying on the couch by the fire, she was very sick. She heard her mother close the sliding door between the living room and the den. She could feel the heat of the nearby fireplace on her cheek, it felt so very real.
She overheard her parents talking to her uncle, who was visiting from America. This dream is a memory, she realized. Yet, could not quite change the course of things. She was too sick to move, even to lift her head. She could only listen to them chatter as they assumed she was asleep.
"Our restaurant isn't failing because of us, It's brilliant! It's only all this bureaucratic crap we have to deal with... There is only one place on earth our concept would work! The big apple!"
"I'm not sure we are ready for so big a change. The whole family is here. And we must think of our daughter, all her friends are here as well. A displacement such as that might be... difficult for her." Her mother's voice was like honey-goat-cheese-cheese-cake. (Hey, that made sense at the time in the dream, to think of her that way. Her mother was soft, sweet, and unique.)
"Or... It might be good for her." She could hear them rustling as one sat, or stood, or perhaps her uncle was standing on his hands now. "... I've already contacted a... specialist. He is interested in her... case... I assure you there is no one more qualified. And he teaches High School. The New York Academy for the Magic Arts."
"We were thinking of sending her to a muggle High School." her father admitted after a long silence. He was keen on that course of action, his family had more muggles in it than his wife's. Due to finances he had only spent his last few years of education in a wizards school and woudl be quite comfortable if his daughter of sending his squib-daughter somewhere she might be more accepted.
In the fever-dream Ocllo could see her uncle shaking his head in that way only he shook his head: St a slight angle and certain rhythm that made one feel particularly embarrassed to disagree with him. "She has been sick all month, and every time it takes her longer and longer to feel well again... Maybe this teacher, Doctor White, he could help her..."
That's how her childhood had been. Sometimes bright and full of energy, or so sick she'd be in bed for days. That was until her parents had moved to New York to start their new treasure and Doctor White had become her doctor. She hadn't been as sick as she was in this dream in a long time... until.... well... until last night when she forgot to take her medicine and left her charm beside the sink.
I better go get it she thought. And in the dream she got up from her couch, and walked into the next room, which was the Terra girls's bathroom.
Richard was there.
"Richard. What are you doing in the girls room?"
"The woman was like the word never,
a special charm rose up from her neck,
a kind of forgetfulness where her eyes were safe,
the woman settled in my left side."
He looked at her gravely as he recited Juan Gelman. He was still in his skull-makeup, but dressed in his school uniform. She looked away, ashamed. "Yes I forgot it is so stupid of me..." He was scowling at her. "I ruined Halloween... I'm sorry..."
And so was Fonsus, who had also appeared, and the bathroom had vanished. They were at the long table of the mess hall. Fonsus was reading out of one of his secret experiment books. He looked particularly engrossed by what he was reading.
"What's there? Have you discovered something new? Maybe a big-breakthrough?"
"Watch out watch out I'd scream watch out
but she possessed me like love, like the night,
and the last signals I made that autumn
settled down quietly under the surf of her hands."
He glared at her as he spoke, he was till wearing skull-makeup also. She was confused, and for some reason embarrassed.
She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She turned, it was White, he also had skull makeup. His looked the most real and the most terrifying. He had a large syringe in his hand. He said;
"Sharp sounds exploded inside me,
rage, sadness, fell down in shreds,
the woman came down like a sweet rain
on my bones standing in the solitude."
River closed her eyes. She had to finish the poem she knew so well...
"She left me shivering like someone condemned
and I killed myself with a quick knife-thrust,
I'll spend all my death laid out with her name,
it will be the last thing to move my lips."
Then she woke up.
She moved about quite groggily. "Who... put a blanket on me?" She looked around and found herself alone in the common room. Her book was set aside, but the place saved, and a note atop it.
"Ah..." She made herself get up. She folded the blanket, Pablo climbed onto her shoulder, and she made her way to the Astronomy tower.
She wanted to sleep, she still felt ill, but she wanted to see her friends. They'd only meet in the middle of the night like this if it was something important. Not an emergency (as they had not awoken her), but important enough. She couldn't really help Richard and Fonsus much in their investigations, but she still felt like she should be a part of them. She wanted to be. She always curious about their experiments and inquiries and wished she could be more helpful. At least she could be there... The two of them are going to do something really great someday... She thought fondly on them.
She quietly pushed open the door to the Astronomy room. She rubbed her eyes as she found them. "Hey guys. What is going on?"
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I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
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I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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Aw, end of vacation is sad. Did you enjoy your break?
"She nearly made me another ornament in her ice-garden. Yet, she agreed to parley with me in order to reach the ear of the King..."
"Of course you are concerned about your parents..." The question made the seasick prince realize he had not really asked any of the questions he was supposed to...
... Yet, if he were siding with the ice-queen anyhow, and would learn true magic soon enough, he did not need to speak the truth. He only needed to speak what would... interest... them the most. What would provoke them, what would make them venerable, what would make them trust him and look to him for even more answers...
"Your parents are alive, but I could not speak to them, I am sorry, but I must tell you that they are frozen by the queen. I remember Caspian's stories from the ice-age of Narnia. When the defeated the Queen that time the frozen Narnians returned to life... perhaps they are simply her hostages, which means there is still hope for them." He would reach out a hand and touch her elbow as a comforting gesture.
He could see a silhouette of the monarchs in his mind's eye. They became clearer the more Celine thought on them. Lysander was delighted. It was as if the prospect of learning magic from the queen was already invigorating his gifts.
"Not everyone you once knew was frozen, however, the Captain of the Gard... Dumas? I saw him. He is doing quite well for himself actually... He serves the Ice Queen now." Lysanders look of disgust was genuine.
Caspian entered, and set his eyes upon Celine and Lysander. Lysanders hand would still be upon her arm, and he would remove it quickly under the Prince's eye.
Caspian felt many things at once, so I shall try to dissect each one.
He was delighted to see Celine of course. Her beauty always warmed his mood, but, he was yet unsure of how he had received their kiss... exactly... and the mouse was upon her shoulder, so, had he delivered the message? And what exactly had he said? Caspian felt his cheeks redden as he felt a bit embarrassed...
Then there was the fact that Lysander had been touching her arm, surely to comfort her, but if that was the case why did he withdraw it so quickly? He dismissed the jealousy thought and trusted his two friends (but as Lysander designed, he would not forget it.)
He was glad to see his friend Lysander alive and well, weary from his journey, but returned with serious news... Lysander had put himself at risk to reason with evil. He was very proud of his friend... but also very concerned and worried about the message he might be bringing with him... "Lysander. It is good to see you well." He approached and Lysander rose from his chair as the two young men embraced in a quick but strong hug.
Lysander collapsed back in the chair. His eyes slid across the King to the Princess... he sensed a tension between the two...
"It is good to see both well." Celine's red dress brought out the fire in her hair. "I know that you await the news I bring... It is true that the Queen has frozen the land of Mathias."
"Always winter and never Christmas." Caspian spoke under his breath, he recalled the tales told by the kings and queens of olde.
Lysander did not know what Christmas was, nor how that was relevant. He continued "Celine's parents are her prisoners as statues, and it seems that is the case for many other important loyalists."
"And, does she set her sights on Narnia?" Caspian paced the room as he listened to Lysander. "Or some other country near us? Or the world itself?"
"Actually... the Queen let me go so that you would hear her message." Lysander straightened himself and set his elbows on the table. "She will leave Narnia in peace in exchange for something..." His eyes worriedly passed between the King, Princess, and Mouse. "... If we give her Celine she will leave Nania be."
The color drained from Caspians face. "We will not do that! Never!"
"Of course." Lysander nodded his head. "I told her as much, she tortured me for my defiance." He grimaced. "She sent me back anyhow." He folded his hands and bowed his head.
"Never. We shall Never do that!" Caspian's face turned from white to red. He was furious. His blood pounded in his ears.
"Vial Witch!" The mouse chirped from Celine's shoulder. "Let her try to take the princess! We shall defeat her then on the fields of war!"
Caspian
"Of course you are concerned about your parents..." The question made the seasick prince realize he had not really asked any of the questions he was supposed to...
... Yet, if he were siding with the ice-queen anyhow, and would learn true magic soon enough, he did not need to speak the truth. He only needed to speak what would... interest... them the most. What would provoke them, what would make them venerable, what would make them trust him and look to him for even more answers...
"Your parents are alive, but I could not speak to them, I am sorry, but I must tell you that they are frozen by the queen. I remember Caspian's stories from the ice-age of Narnia. When the defeated the Queen that time the frozen Narnians returned to life... perhaps they are simply her hostages, which means there is still hope for them." He would reach out a hand and touch her elbow as a comforting gesture.
He could see a silhouette of the monarchs in his mind's eye. They became clearer the more Celine thought on them. Lysander was delighted. It was as if the prospect of learning magic from the queen was already invigorating his gifts.
"Not everyone you once knew was frozen, however, the Captain of the Gard... Dumas? I saw him. He is doing quite well for himself actually... He serves the Ice Queen now." Lysanders look of disgust was genuine.
Caspian entered, and set his eyes upon Celine and Lysander. Lysanders hand would still be upon her arm, and he would remove it quickly under the Prince's eye.
Caspian felt many things at once, so I shall try to dissect each one.
He was delighted to see Celine of course. Her beauty always warmed his mood, but, he was yet unsure of how he had received their kiss... exactly... and the mouse was upon her shoulder, so, had he delivered the message? And what exactly had he said? Caspian felt his cheeks redden as he felt a bit embarrassed...
Then there was the fact that Lysander had been touching her arm, surely to comfort her, but if that was the case why did he withdraw it so quickly? He dismissed the jealousy thought and trusted his two friends (but as Lysander designed, he would not forget it.)
He was glad to see his friend Lysander alive and well, weary from his journey, but returned with serious news... Lysander had put himself at risk to reason with evil. He was very proud of his friend... but also very concerned and worried about the message he might be bringing with him... "Lysander. It is good to see you well." He approached and Lysander rose from his chair as the two young men embraced in a quick but strong hug.
Lysander collapsed back in the chair. His eyes slid across the King to the Princess... he sensed a tension between the two...
"It is good to see both well." Celine's red dress brought out the fire in her hair. "I know that you await the news I bring... It is true that the Queen has frozen the land of Mathias."
"Always winter and never Christmas." Caspian spoke under his breath, he recalled the tales told by the kings and queens of olde.
Lysander did not know what Christmas was, nor how that was relevant. He continued "Celine's parents are her prisoners as statues, and it seems that is the case for many other important loyalists."
"And, does she set her sights on Narnia?" Caspian paced the room as he listened to Lysander. "Or some other country near us? Or the world itself?"
"Actually... the Queen let me go so that you would hear her message." Lysander straightened himself and set his elbows on the table. "She will leave Narnia in peace in exchange for something..." His eyes worriedly passed between the King, Princess, and Mouse. "... If we give her Celine she will leave Nania be."
The color drained from Caspians face. "We will not do that! Never!"
"Of course." Lysander nodded his head. "I told her as much, she tortured me for my defiance." He grimaced. "She sent me back anyhow." He folded his hands and bowed his head.
"Never. We shall Never do that!" Caspian's face turned from white to red. He was furious. His blood pounded in his ears.
"Vial Witch!" The mouse chirped from Celine's shoulder. "Let her try to take the princess! We shall defeat her then on the fields of war!"
Caspian
*pooookes the Yevin*
I like your prose ^_^
Lets have Celine find Lysander first ^_^
Lets have Celine find Lysander first ^_^
Caspian was forced to focus on preparing for war. There was quite a lot to do. Apparently 'fight for Aslan and justice' was to vague to be an efficient directive...
In his spare moments he would think of Celine. She must think I am horrible, to kiss her and then hardly speak to her afterward...
The mouse duelist, Reepicheep, was the only one to confront him on that particular matter.
"My King! Have you spoken with your beloved since the day of thy fateful duel!?" He bowed low and spoke cordially, but that question among all the questions related to war, battalions, food rations, numbers, diplomacy, and weapons threw him quite of his guard.
"Ah... well... only... a few words here and there..." My beloved... He felt his cheek turn red.
"Sacrilege! Have you not pledged your heart and allegiance to her?"
"Dear Reepicheep, there has not been time we might be at war..." Caspian fumbled for excuses.
"But you had time to steal a kiss!" Reepicheep raised his tiny mousey brow at the young King. Only in Narnia could a mouse speak so go a King... and such a speech be welcomed. "You dishonor your lady... y-you've done it all backwards!" The little mouse huffed. "My King, you must first confess yourself, humble yourself before her... imagine if she did not return your feelings, you would surely have embarrassed or dishonored her. Your station in our country makes it even more important to act with chivalry and humility!" the little mouse was getting worked up now. Speeches about honor were his favorite.
"Aye, you are right. Yet... she does return my feelings... or... at least I think she does..." Or had she been only afraid to reject him as the mouse had suggested, they were in a public garden after all... The more Caspian thought of it the more guilty he felt for avoiding Celine afterward. "Oh, I am a fool!" Caspian threw up his hands. "What do I do now?"
"The brave an honorable thing my King!" There was a twinkle in the mouses eye. "Go to her!"
"But what of the war? I am needed..."
"Do we not fight a war to preserve love?" The mouse swooned.
"You are right. I will go to her now and--"
The door to the chamber opened. There was a bear with a message. "The Calormen Ambassador is here. He is quite cross. And threatens to leave if you do not speak with him immediately."
Caspian gave the mouse a helpless look.
"I shall deliver a missive to your lady, my King!" He bowed low, and began to leave.
"Wait!" Caspian stood, "I have not yet told you the message for her... I'd like to... say... um... er... ah..." Caspian found himself floundering under the steady gaze of the bear and the mouse.
"Fear not my King! I know exactly what you might say!" And the mouse disappeared.
Caspian went with the bear...
The meeting with the Ambassador did not go very well.
"Have you any proof that your Ice Queen has returned? Perhaps this is only a tale you tell to put our armies at yourbidding!" The Calormen scowled as Calormen often did.
"We have testimony from the Princess of Mathias, and we have sent forth our own Ambasador--"
"Who has conveniently not-yet-returned! Yet you demand action immediately!"
"Please, I do not demand, I only warn you. If Jadis has taken one country and she will not stop until she has frozen them all---"
There were horns heard from afar, and the bear returned. "Lysander's ship has landed."
"I hope your Ambassador has brought proof with him, I will await his testimony." The Calormen crossed his arms and would stay there, stubborn old man.
Caspian nodded and took his leave of the Calormen.
~~~
Lysander was glad to be off the boat, he found himself to be clumsy, still on his sea-legs. Narnia felt so warm compared to the land of ice... oppressively warm and humid. He found himself sweating and weary. He sat in an armed chair "I'll speak to Caspian... and maybe Celine... no one else...." He told the Narnians.
He wanted to sleep, he had not been able to rest at all upon the ocean. Every time he closed his eyes he had nightmares.
The king and the princess would not want to wait for this... news...
Lysander smiled.
In his spare moments he would think of Celine. She must think I am horrible, to kiss her and then hardly speak to her afterward...
The mouse duelist, Reepicheep, was the only one to confront him on that particular matter.
"My King! Have you spoken with your beloved since the day of thy fateful duel!?" He bowed low and spoke cordially, but that question among all the questions related to war, battalions, food rations, numbers, diplomacy, and weapons threw him quite of his guard.
"Ah... well... only... a few words here and there..." My beloved... He felt his cheek turn red.
"Sacrilege! Have you not pledged your heart and allegiance to her?"
"Dear Reepicheep, there has not been time we might be at war..." Caspian fumbled for excuses.
"But you had time to steal a kiss!" Reepicheep raised his tiny mousey brow at the young King. Only in Narnia could a mouse speak so go a King... and such a speech be welcomed. "You dishonor your lady... y-you've done it all backwards!" The little mouse huffed. "My King, you must first confess yourself, humble yourself before her... imagine if she did not return your feelings, you would surely have embarrassed or dishonored her. Your station in our country makes it even more important to act with chivalry and humility!" the little mouse was getting worked up now. Speeches about honor were his favorite.
"Aye, you are right. Yet... she does return my feelings... or... at least I think she does..." Or had she been only afraid to reject him as the mouse had suggested, they were in a public garden after all... The more Caspian thought of it the more guilty he felt for avoiding Celine afterward. "Oh, I am a fool!" Caspian threw up his hands. "What do I do now?"
"The brave an honorable thing my King!" There was a twinkle in the mouses eye. "Go to her!"
"But what of the war? I am needed..."
"Do we not fight a war to preserve love?" The mouse swooned.
"You are right. I will go to her now and--"
The door to the chamber opened. There was a bear with a message. "The Calormen Ambassador is here. He is quite cross. And threatens to leave if you do not speak with him immediately."
Caspian gave the mouse a helpless look.
"I shall deliver a missive to your lady, my King!" He bowed low, and began to leave.
"Wait!" Caspian stood, "I have not yet told you the message for her... I'd like to... say... um... er... ah..." Caspian found himself floundering under the steady gaze of the bear and the mouse.
"Fear not my King! I know exactly what you might say!" And the mouse disappeared.
Caspian went with the bear...
The meeting with the Ambassador did not go very well.
"Have you any proof that your Ice Queen has returned? Perhaps this is only a tale you tell to put our armies at yourbidding!" The Calormen scowled as Calormen often did.
"We have testimony from the Princess of Mathias, and we have sent forth our own Ambasador--"
"Who has conveniently not-yet-returned! Yet you demand action immediately!"
"Please, I do not demand, I only warn you. If Jadis has taken one country and she will not stop until she has frozen them all---"
There were horns heard from afar, and the bear returned. "Lysander's ship has landed."
"I hope your Ambassador has brought proof with him, I will await his testimony." The Calormen crossed his arms and would stay there, stubborn old man.
Caspian nodded and took his leave of the Calormen.
~~~
Lysander was glad to be off the boat, he found himself to be clumsy, still on his sea-legs. Narnia felt so warm compared to the land of ice... oppressively warm and humid. He found himself sweating and weary. He sat in an armed chair "I'll speak to Caspian... and maybe Celine... no one else...." He told the Narnians.
He wanted to sleep, he had not been able to rest at all upon the ocean. Every time he closed his eyes he had nightmares.
The king and the princess would not want to wait for this... news...
Lysander smiled.
Hmmm I suppose so. Should we do a roll call? :O
Huzaaaah!
"Understood." Lysander bowed and took his leave. He'd give Dumas a cheerful smile before he departed toward the ships. "Should I give your lady a message for you...?"
On the way home he stared at the stars. He thought about what he would say to the Narnians, to Caspian and Celine... What he could do with the power should she grant it to him.
He would sew the seeds of dissent among the Narnians, and eagerly await the white wolf.
~~~
Caspian blinked as the specter vanished completely. He felt Celine shivering beside him and drew her close that they might warm one another.
"The creature was a woman." Caspian informed the foxes. "Or rather, what was left of her. I believe she used the last of her magic to strengthen us against our true enemy. The Witch." He glanced into the woods around them, looking for some wisp of magic that might be left behind. There was none. The trees around them shivered, but began to sway and sigh relief as the cold magic passed over them.
"Let us return to the palace." He suggested to the company. "We must plan our defense."
On the way home he stared at the stars. He thought about what he would say to the Narnians, to Caspian and Celine... What he could do with the power should she grant it to him.
He would sew the seeds of dissent among the Narnians, and eagerly await the white wolf.
~~~
Caspian blinked as the specter vanished completely. He felt Celine shivering beside him and drew her close that they might warm one another.
"The creature was a woman." Caspian informed the foxes. "Or rather, what was left of her. I believe she used the last of her magic to strengthen us against our true enemy. The Witch." He glanced into the woods around them, looking for some wisp of magic that might be left behind. There was none. The trees around them shivered, but began to sway and sigh relief as the cold magic passed over them.
"Let us return to the palace." He suggested to the company. "We must plan our defense."
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