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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Dec 20, 2011 22:07:51 GMT -5
Lucy walked along the path that led through the small neighborhoods surrounding the castle of Anvard. They had been so kind in taking in the Narnians in these hard times. She felt like she needed to help them just as much as she did the remaining Narnians. After all, since when had Jadis ever let anyone go free? She pulled her cloak closer around her. Even this far from Jadis’ seat of power, from the reports they’d been getting, the chill was beginning to set in. When they’d arrived, it was summer, probably the middle of summer from her best guess. But now it felt like deep into fall. Her poor, beautiful Narnia.
She made her way to a stone bridge in a relatively lowly populated area that crossed a small creek and, with a deal of difficulty considering her floor-length dress, managed to get her feet over the sidewall so she could sit on the wall of the bridge and let her feet dangle over the water a handful of meters below. She planted her hands on the cold stone on either side of her and leaned over to look down at the water glistening in the afternoon sun. A few small fish flurried by in flashes of color, bringing a smile to her face. Just sitting here in the soft breeze and enjoying the small things made it a lot easier to pretend the really bad things going on, for the moment, weren’t.
The warm sun and trickle of water between the rocks… the chirp of birds a little ways off… a child laughing. Lucy closed her eyes. This really was Narnia. Maybe it wasn’t the sparkling grand halls of Cair Paravel or the magnificent banquets and long walks talking about nothing much at all but having a grand time with her dear friend Mr. Tumnus. But it was Narnia. This time there were new friends – Caspian and Trumpkin and Reepicheep and so many others – and they were needed for new things. There was the detail of the White Witch being back. But Lucy was certain they wouldn’t face things alone. Aslan had to come. He had told her, after all, that things never happened the same way twice. So of course she couldn’t expect them to. But he would come when they needed him most. He wouldn’t leave them all alone with something so terrible as Jadis to face. Narnia would be free again. |
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Post by Vardin Merikh on Dec 25, 2011 14:31:55 GMT -5
It was strange being back amongst the living, after a couple thousand years of the dead complaining it was strange to hear complaints from someone with a pulse. It was bittersweet really. It was nice to be somewhere that wasn’t drab and depressing but at the same time it was a reminder of the ‘normal-ness’ he would never quite be allowed. That was a sacrifice he had to make though and he had known that for when he did it. Still he had never predicted that eternity would be quite so long. In fact, the only thing that he had going for him was that he was good at his job. If he wasn’t he probably would have been replaced. Up until now there was no question that he was more than capable. Then some stupid human prince had to come along and free Jadis.
Just the thought of it drove Vardin up a wall. Mortal people had it in them to be so stupid. Always doing things at the spur of the moment and not considering the consequences. They didn’t understand that even though they could die and leave their troubles behind, he still had to deal with whatever they screwed up. Vardin walked slowly along the streets of Anvard, hands shoved in his pockets, trying his best to remind himself that these idiots were worth saving. In fairness it was the Telmarines who had brought it on themselves, the Archenlanders just got sucked into it. That was the tragedy of shared land, there was no chance of escaping impending doom.
Vardin was standing at the foot of a bridge when his aimless wandering came to an end. Sitting on one of the walls he saw a young girl, eyes closed with a dreamy look on her face, like she was remembering a fond memory or something. Innocently – or as innocent as he has ever been capable of being – Vardin walked across the bridge, stopping next to the young woman. “I have never really understood what gives water its meditative qualities,” he said leaning forwards so his arms were resting on the wall. Any passerby could have thought it was by chance they were standing beside each other. In fact it didn’t even seem like they knew each other, which was partially true. She hadn’t the slightest clue who he was, but Vardin knew exactly who she was. That was the trouble with being a royal, it was impossible to know everyone who knew you. Especially the ones with questionable motives.
words;; 421
tags; Lucy!
notes; sorry it took soo long
& merry christmas!!
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Dec 25, 2011 20:11:00 GMT -5
Lucy was losing herself in her daydreams and memories of times long gone. The beautiful garden at Cair Paravel with a view of the ocean. Going down to the beach with some of her friends and pulling off her shoes so she could push the sand between her toes. The countless times she would walk the halls of the castle deep in conversation with Mr. Tumnus. The sound and smell of the saltwater as it slapped against the sides of the Splendor Hyaline on the few trips she did take on Narnia’s royal flagship. With the sound of the water and the birds, it was easy to slip off into daydreams like those. Happy, sunny, warm, peaceful. Those days, the Golden Age, didn’t seem like they would ever end. But they had. She didn’t like to dwell on that part though. She still had her family, and though she didn’t have all the old friends, there were the new. It was always important to look at the bright side of things. That was one thing her mother had taught her, growing up in a world where she had always felt she needed to be scared of the war and of losing her father. She had to be thankful for what she had.
Her thoughts were pulled back to when she heard a voice beside her. She opened up her eyes and looked over at the boy who now stood leaning against the wall next to her. He didn’t look much older than herself, with dark hair and eyes as rich as the special dark chocolate her mother got for her and Susan one Christmas for a special surprise – something rare and to be treasured. She smiled at him. “I don’t really know either, but it certainly works, doesn’t it? Just something about the noise maybe?” she went on, looking back out over the water. “Or the way the light catches on it. It seems alive the way it sparkles and dances, never the same from moment to moment.”
She turned a little so that she could better face him. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you there before. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Lucy, by the way.” She tried for a bow the best she could considering she was seated and it would be quite hard to get her feet back around to stand properly on the bridge without the possibility of falling off the wall of simply looking completely unladylike. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t believe we’ve met before. Are you from around here?” The opportunity to make a new friend was always something Lucy was rather fond of. Word Count: 444
Tag: Vardin!
Note: No problem! "Long live Aslan! And merry Christmas!" |
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Post by Vardin Merikh on Jan 5, 2012 23:06:30 GMT -5
For reasons that probably wouldn’t have made sense to anyone but him her liked that her first response was ‘I don’t know’. Sure she went on to give possible reasons – which, he had to admit, were inspired – but ‘I don’t know’ meant a lot more to him than any real answer. It made him think of her as a realist, not proud or overly arrogant. All of this because she wasn’t afraid to admit she was unsure to a stranger. Most people didn’t know it as well as Vardin, but it was better to admit the truth then try to convince someone of a lie. Not to mention substantially easier.
“A blessed gift from Aslan, most assuredly” he said with a small grin. He knew the young queen was from earth but she didn’t know where he was from and for the time being he figured it was for the best. The Hollow Lands were never an easy thing to explain, especially since that meant he would have to explain his job and how he had gotten it. Then of course there was the most complicated part of all, the issue of his agelessness. Most people – especially mortal royalty – weren’t too fond of the fact he could walk around doing as he pleased without the risk of dying. Still, it wasn’t exactly like it was his fault he ended up the way he did. It was more chance than anything to be honest. No one much cared for that explanation though, it was too fateful. The Narnians were the most likely to believe in fate, but he wasn’t holding his breath.
Vardin didn’t think much of it when she made the first move in introducing herself. It was in many ways exactly as he intended. This way it didn’t seem like he was forcing his acquaintance on her. He should have felt bad for manipulating the relationship so early on, but truth be told he didn’t. In fact, he hadn’t felt bad about anything in an extremely long time. “It is a pleasure to meet you m’lady Lucy,” he said with a low bow, “I am Fravardin Merikh and the pleasure is all mine.” He made a mental note that she didn’t introduce herself as Queen Lucy. There could have been countless reasons for it, but for the time being he would assume humility was that reason. Vardin didn’t really like to assume things but he got the feeling that the young queen was a safe bet.
He ran a hand through his dark hair considering what the best thing to say was when she asked him if he was from nearby. He wasn’t, not even close but he didn’t know how much she knew about the whole tear in the fabrics between the worlds so he chose a safe and somewhat true answer. “No, I come from the Lone Island and this is my first time in Archenland.” Rather quickly his mind began weaving a back story about how his father had passed away and his mother was left to care for her young children and how he had come to Archenland to join the army of the King so that winter would end and the crops would be plentiful. It was specific and yet vague enough for wiggle room. Despite that though, he doubted he would use it. He preferred honesty to convenience. Sure he was complicated but subtly had never been his style. The second he met the King – after refraining from trying to kill him – he would tell them his identity and his purpose.
words;; 598
tags;; LUCY!
notes;; P to the O to the S-T-E-D
Posted Lucy!
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