curiosity killed the cat..or the telmarine (open)

[Emmeline Bethal]

Emmeline didn't feel very favorable towards the land that fell under the claim of Archenland. Perhaps it was because she had been so used to the small, yet cozy feeling of her own home for so long. Though that seemed rather doubtful considering she had hated that house, and one out of the two people in it. She wouldn't mind being back running around through the rest of the land though. She had some rather good memories from that...most memories which ended in her getting in trouble with someone or another. Still excellent memories, however, because wasn't getting in trouble half of the fun? Well for her it was at least. The getting yelled at was the only thing that she had ever been on the edge about. But more often than not she had learned to tune it out while still making it look like she was paying full attention. One of her few useful talents that she was quite proud of.

The town of Anvard wasn't too bad, in fact, the people were rather friendly so long as she didn't mention she was a Telmarine. Most people here were supportive towards the Narnians, and it wasn't that she wasn't...after all she'd picked their side, right? But still, they seemed to grimace at the name 'Telmarine' anyways..unless they were referring to Caspian, or Cassy as she still called him, in which case they were giddy and in awe. Apparently he was somewhat of a big deal to the Narnians as well, though she'd yet to catch a glimpse of him since she'd been hiding out with the rest of them. Pity too because she missed pestering him, or pestering anyone of her own kind for that matter. They were more used to putting up with her, or well they used to be. Before a good portion of them turned into horrific, yet flawless, stone statues. Em had to shiver at the thought of that. Being a stone statue did not sound very appealing, especially since gray wasn't Emmeline's color (it was that kind of humor that kept her sane..and drove other's insane).

Successfully skirting around a bush, only to trip and stumble over a rock peaking out of the ground, Em tried to laugh it off. At least no one was around to witness her clumsiness, which was nice. She honestly had no idea as to why she was such an adventurous person. Her sense of curiosity and adventure certainly didn't pair well with her inability to walk through a forest without tripping after every other step. But despite the difficulties she had had so far-including bruising her arm after walking into a tree (in her defense, she was looking the other way while walking..though that probably didn't help her defense much)-she was still persistant in exploring the outskirts of the capital.

It probably wasn't a very intelligent idea exploring on her own since she was liable to get lost..or run into someone who didn't fancy her much. But she hadn't been able to drag anyone out and she needed to get out of the town or one of the Narnian refuge camps or she would have given the White Witch one less Telmarine to turn to stone simply by dying of boredom. Pausing in her adventure, Emmeline turned back towards the town of Anvard, drinking in the view as she leaned on a nearby tree.

tag ;; open
word count ;; 593 (according to proph word count o.O)
listening to ;; It's Just You by LMNT
notes ;; hopefully that's alright for a first Narnia post

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[Edmund Pevensie]

Edmund was getting antsy just sitting in the Narnian refugee Camps and the safe spots. He had been cooped up for nearly two months and it was near driving him insane. There was near nothing to do. Then again, with the White Witch on the loose, the less activity from the Narnians, the better. Even though he was King of Old and was supposed to have experience and all that good stuff, it didn't mean he was King of being Patient. That was far from the reality. Edmund hated waiting too long in one spot. That dislike intensified more when the reality that Jadis was back and the fact that Peter and Caspian were about to hack eachother's throats off came into play. Ed was near the end of his rope with those two situations, so he did what was best: instead of full out yelling at them (and possibly punching them), he walked away. He had tried being tolerant, but it would finally come to a head at one point or another.

As he trudged out of the grounds, he began to think that maybe letting his temper snap could go both ways. A) Peter and Caspian could get ticked at him as well (but at least there could be a reason for them to unite, if only for a second and at the cost of being against him) or B) It could finally slap some sense into them... literally. If they didn't get their act together soon, they were all going to be going down. They were the only ones they could rely on, and if that went up in smokes, they were all doomed. Edmund sighed and just kept walking. Snapping probably wouldn't be the best idea. He had done that several times before...and it had never really worked for the better. Edmund slowly breathed out, trying to ease his frustration.

He looked around the town as he walked through. Archenland really wasn't that bad. The mountains were beautiful and the landscape was relatively peaceful. Take away the fact that they were in it because they were hiding from the White Witch, and he could of found it almost enjoyable. The Capital was still standing, and life was going on as near normal as it could with additional Narnian population. Just like the old days where they'd just go to their neighboring allied kingdoms for a visit. Not because they were retreating, not because there was a problem; just for a friendly visit. He sighed as he came to the edge of the town. Peter would so have his head about Edmund's recklessness. In his defense, he had grabbed his sword before leaving, just in case.

Despite the possibility of him getting into trouble with his brother (which was daily... so he was used to it) Edmund trudged on through the forest. It was only the outskirts of the capital. He continued walking through the forest, being alert distracting him from his frustration. It wasn't so wrong that he just wanted a breather right? ...it might be if he ran into a not-so-friendly-to-Narnia person. Sure, it had run through his mind, but he didn't think he'd have to apply it. But here was his opportunity as he stepped around a bush... and came face to face with someone else. Immediately deciding on the side of caution Edmund took a defensive position and eyed her warily, his hand automatically going to his sword.

OOC: Hope me hopping in and this post is okay
Ellie's first cannon experience
IC: 590

[Princess Driana]

It had been a while since their Narnian friends had taken refuge in Archenland. Driana had met with their leaders which were Prince Caspian and the Kings and Queen's of old when they arrived and also at several meetings they had called within their stay in the land. She had made acquaintances with them all as they were welcomed into her kingdom though she had never really gotten to know any of the other settlers who had come and resided in the camps on the edge of town. It would be a shame to let these people from another kingdom who could live by different standards than Archenland just come and then go without learning anything about them at all. Sure they where their allies and they had no problem with them going into each other lands but it was always best to learn from people up close than afar. And what better chance than when they are camping on your doorstep.

So today Driana had decided upon meeting these people or at least some of them by visiting the camps and getting to know some of the people who lived in them. Driana enjoyed telling stories and maybe she'd be able to get some nice sketches from inside the encampment, as over the past few months she had already painted the encampments emblazoned in red and gold from an ariel view from her balcony. Now in her paintings and sketches she was more interested in drawing forms and figures rather than just landscapes. It was time to add some more portraits and forms to her collection to help give it a bigger variety. And there was a whole new variety of creatures that weren’t commonly found in Archenland that now lived in the camps with her reach. Right there just waiting for her to take her first steps within and full of new and interesting people to meet.

Moving though the castle of Anvard she decided that first she needed to give her horse, Aneria a well needed trot around the edge of the forest. It didn't take too long for her to reach the royal stables where she found her snow white horse, Aneria. The mare was eight years old now for six of which she had been Driana's. Patting the mare along her nose she drew her out of the her stall while the stable boy tacked her up adding a bridle and saddle as well as strapping a small cleverly sword to the saddle’s side as request of her father ever since news of the white witches return. She understood his wellbeing and concern for her safety so she didn't say anything’s as she didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying something hurtful to him. Usually she wouldn't bother and would tell the truth but with her father it was different.

Once Aneria was saddled and ready Driana mounted her mare before thanking the stable boy and jeering her horse into a steady trot. Aneria hoofs echoed through the cobble courtyard before they began to beat along the pack dirt roads of the town. Her pale green dress gently swirled and she made her way through the upper and lower parts of the town until the gates loomed before her. As she passed though the town a few people gave her greeting out of curtsey to which she politely replied. Though when she entered the edge of the forest Aneria instantly picked up a bit of pace out of habit as they made for their ride though the forest. It was quite and calming to the senses with the only sound being a gentle bustle of the leaves as they were blown in the wind and also the beating of Aneria's hooves against the dirt of the forest floor.

The ride all together was quite enjoyable and refreshing through the familiar part of the forest that she had gotten to know through the years she had been riding through it. Though as she neared the end of her ride on her way back to the places gates some movement caught her eye. She slowed Aneria and she saw that it was in fact two human figures stood in the woods. And by the look of it on male and on female. Driana wondered who they where and what they were doing her. So as the Princess of Archenland she thought she had the right to find out. As she neared them upon Aneria she soon found that she recognised the figure of the male as it was Edmund one of the Kings of old, though the girl she still didn't know. "Is everything alright here." Driana asked hoping she hadn't interrupted anything.

Tag:Emmeline Bethal, Edmund Pevenise
Word Count: 785
Notes: Hope you don't mind me poping in here tell me if it's too crowded.

[Emmeline Bethal]

Emmeline was just turning on her heel to head deeper into the forest when she nearly ran head first into something solid. Something solid that didn't happen to be a tree this time. Now whether that was a good or thing or a bad thing, she was still unsure of. She had a knife handy for protection, and she would bet that she could draw it as fast as the boy could draw his sword. Only two problems: A knife wouldn't hold out too well against a sword. And two, something inside her told her it wasn't a good idea to attempt to skewer the boy. Oh...and also there was the fact that she was feeling a tad too lazy to get into any real fights today, when in all likelihood, she could talk herself out of the situation.

Holding her hands up in a defensive position, Em smiled as amicably as she could. Which wasn't very, seeing as the boy already had his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked ready to draw it. Now she wasn't sure how other people felt on the subject, but when threatened, Em found that she wasn't a very amicable person. So instead of politely requesting that he not attack her..she did what she always did. And that was, be herself with a tinge of her own annoying humor. "Whoa there, down boy." She insisted, folding her hands twice in a sort of 'calm down' gesture that would usually be focused on dogs or other domestic animals.

Probably not her smartest move, because after a moment of pondering over it, she realized why he looked so familiar. Not because she actually knew him, but because everyone knew of him. "Oops." She muttered under her breath. Of course the first time she happened to meet one of the kings/queens of old, she would already be offending them. Looked like she was off to an excellent start with the Narnians already. Though in her defense...her first mistake of tripping over a black leopard really shouldn't have been counted against her. It was the dark of night, how was she supposed to see a black leopard, in the night?!

"Er, well, actually what I meant was...I'm a friend! Or at least not an enemy?" She offered, turning her wording around at the last minute (seeing as he probably wouldn't see her as a friend). Not an enemy, though? That made it sound like she didn't care at all in the long run. Huffing at her poor choice of wording, she tried for it again. "What I'm trying to say, and quite clearly failing to is, I'm on your side, your majesty...leige...king..boy." She raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to call him. Emmeline didn't feel comfortable using those formalities, but she figured she would try and at least show a little respect after her fumble (though her attempts were pretty disastorous as well..because really...your majesty, leige, king, boy...yeah, that didn't sound quite right).

Ready to try for a different sort of apology, the Telmarine girl was actually rather relieved when someone decided to join them. "Just fine, actually..Princess. Slight..misunderstanding was all, I believe." She hesitated briefly before deciding on how to address the girl best, and sending a friendly smile her way. Another royal, of course. She had no quarrels with them, she was just never quite sure how to talk to them. The only royal she'd ever talked to was Caspian, and with him she was at ease because she knew she could pretty much get away with saying anything (seeing as they'd basically been best friends growing up). Other royals were a different story. Some of them appreciated being treated as if they were normal, others would snap if you so much as looked at them oddly. There was a fine line that had to be tread, which was nearly impossible for Emmeline. She had never been eloquent, and she was fairly outspoken so it proved to be a difficult task.

tag ;; edmund , driana
word count ;; 697
notes ;; it's never too crowded !

[Edmund Pevensie]

Going to pull his sword immediately may not of been the best idea. Then again, he was used to those moments. Still, he wanted to air more on the side of caution these days, especially since the Witch had come back. They had no idea when she was going to come marching in or call for battle. He'd gladly go for "never", but that was highly unlikely. Until then, they all had to be on guard since a Witch's forces could be...well, anyone. She was good a manipulation and preying on emotions. He knew it all too well, quite personally. Jadis could get nearly anyone to turn on anything; especially if they had no alliance to start with.

His hold on the hilt of his sword slacked as she held her hands up. It seemed like she was in no mood for a fight. That was fine with him; he didn't exactly want a lot of action any time soon. The less action for the Narnians, the better, even though he didn't like it. She stood down nearly immediately. A slight smirk flickered across his face as she preceded to talk. "My name's Edmund, actually. And I don't think even a Talking Beast would care to be addressed like that, much less a human," he stated, eyeing her hand gesture. He had learned that much on his first ride on Phillip. His hand fell to his side. It didn't exactly look like her intent was on attacking him.

Edmund watched slight realization dawn on her and heard a muttered oops under her breath and a slight grin flickered over his face. He remembered when he and his siblings during the Golden Age. When they had been much more in tune with the people; now, that was all different. They had no idea who was on their side or not, except for Jadis and Princess Driana, and then anyone who they personally saw around the Camps. He didn't exactly know anyone anymore, and he wanted to change that, starting with the people around the refugee Camps...which he was now starting to think she was from. Maybe they had even had the same idea of why to leave. Boredom and frustration of the first class.

His thoughts were further proved by her next few attempts at apology. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled slightly, watching her struggle with the right word choice. So far, she seemed unsatisfied, as she changed it twice. Nevertheless, he got the main gist. "Ally, on our side... understandable," he nodded. Edmund watched her as she went down the possible name choices and couldn't help chuckling slightly. Formalities. It was a little awkward at first, especially if the person wasn't used to it. What to call royalty. It was understandable that she fumbled. He had done that on first meeting Jadis... "Your Majesty, or Edmund, all fine," he said with a slight smile. "Sorry for almost pulling a sword on you. Must of not seen you around the camps," he apologized. Maybe instead of stalking out of the Camps he should of been socializing with them instead and getting to know the people who were actually on the Narnians' side so he wouldn't have a repeat of this. "We're just a bit on edge on who's with us or not...if you haven't noticed. What's your name?" he asked. Also another formality.

He looked up as he heard hoofbeats approaching. Once again he tensed up slightly, but then quickly relaxed as he saw who was mounted. "Princess Driana," he greeted, nodding his head in respect. She had been kind enough to allow them to take refuge in her kingdom, after all. He gave another nod in agreement with Emmeline. "Yes, just a bit of a misunderstanding... all's fine. Nice day for riding," he commented. "You're not going to tell my brother about this are you?" he asked, slightly joking. Edmund was starting to think that Peter wouldn't exactly appreciate his younger brother being reckless, especially when the White Witch was back on the loose.

OOC: I second what Nike said ^^ Hope this is alright
IC: 696

[Princess Driana]

Driana was relieved to hear that nothing serious was going on and that it was just a little miss understand between them. Something that wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence as she knew misunderstandings happened all the time whether you saw them or not, whether they was big or little they still happened. Though not all understandings ended for good as not everybody always understood just what had really been intended by whatever had cause the misunderstanding and it was then that things could turn out to be a little or a lot sticky. A situation that Driana was grateful had not happened here. She would not allow for any unnecessary violence in her kingdom as it would just cause them more troubles which they had plenty of to deal with at the moment and so didn't need any more adding to the pile.

Smiling gently down to the pair Driana brushed back a strand of her hair that had come lose while upon her ride with Aneria. " Well I'm glad all is well then and it is indeed a fine day for a ride, I'm not one to pass up such an opportunity for a nice ride lightly." Driana added to the end of what she was saying in reply to what Edmund had said. There was not much that could beat a nice peace ride at times that could be as stressful as these with the possibility of a battle or even a war just around the corner. It was a thought that Driana did not wish to deal on right now and so she pushed it out of her mind as for it not to cause her any unnecessary stress as she didn't need it. Leaning forward slightly Driana patted the neck of Aneria and was just about to dismount her horse when Edmund spoke up.

He asked her if she was going to tell his brother Peter about this happening which she found rather amusing though did not let her face show it. Swinging her leg gracefully over Aneria's saddle she stood with one foot in the stirrup before lowered herself down onto the ground as to be at a similar level to those she was talking to. "Now why would I tell Peter anything." She said brushing her dress slightly to make sure it hadn't caught before taking hold of Aneria's reins. "What Peter does not need to know he shant. And since nothing happened here I'm sure that he doesn't need to know of it." Driana said quite simply as it was true. She needn't be pestering people with minor little details of what happened in the forest. It would be like telling her father everything she saw a left drop from a tree. Totally unnecessary and not very useful to either of them.

"You need not worry about him finding anything from me for there is nothing to tell." Driana concluded. Tugging slightly at her dress, Driana glanced around the forest quickly though there was not much to be seen. There were no talking beasts in the forest of Archenland which was something she had heard there once was an abundance of in Narnia. Though now even they were few which Driana found saddening. " Well I trust that you are being looked after well here in Anvard. If not I have failed you as a host. Something I hope not to have done though I do fear that I haven’t gotten to know my guest as well as I should have done." Driana inquired as she didn't want to give a silence the chance to settle in between them as they where rightly named when called awkward.

Tag:Emmeline Bethal, Edmund Pevenise
Word Count: 616
Notes: Well that's good then.