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Post by Princess Driana on Dec 24, 2011 12:55:27 GMT -5
 "Left! Right, Spar! Parry!" Shouted Driana's swordsmanship mentor as he lead her through some exercises to help build her stamina up for if she ever has to endure a fight. It was tiring but necessary if she wanted to be able help her neighbors from the north reclaim their land from the white witch. And from the tales which she had heard from her both from her father and the Narnian's now gathered in her land she wasn't about the give up Narnia without a fight. And so a fight she was going to get. Now when it came to her footwork Driana was quite good at moving her feet around to execute certain moves if was just getting the sword to move in the correct way she was having a little trouble with as she wasn't too used to handling a sword just yet. And she was useless at archery so that was out of the question.
"Raise your arms a bit, Miss Driana." He called in between on the her movement before barking out more placement for her to do. After about another five minutes of this, he called the days lesson to and end which Driana was thankful for as the weight of the sword now felt quite heavy in her hand. Wiping her face with a handkerchief Driana put her sword back in the weaponry swapping it for a dagger since she had decided not to return to her rooms as she quite often did to rest. Today instead she would go and talk with some of the Narnian's in hopes of getting to know them better. And it was best that she went in some of her clothes she used for training as not to get any of her finer clothes dirty from walking down the mud paths of the camps.
The dagger was just their for safety while traveling as she had promised her father she wouldn't leave the castle grounds without some sort of defense. And a dagger was small enough to conceal without it being noticeable to others. So after checking her hair was alright and tucking a few lose strands behind her ear she left the walls of the place and entered the streets of Anvard. It was a pleasant enough day and so the streets where filled with a plentiful mass of people as Driana proceeded on her way to the Narnian encampments. There was many type of creatures you could find in Narnia and not in Archenland which Driana was intent on meeting with and possibly versing with, like talking animals which had heard used to be plentiful in Narnia but now where only a few.
She hoped their kind would not cease to exist anytime soon as it was indeed fascinating that animal had been given the gift of speech. Her in Archenland you more or less only came into contact with animal kept as pets or for agricultural means. So to be able to talk to one was just quite fascinating. Then their was fawns, centaurs and minotaurs. A whole host of different species for her to interact with and hopefully befriend. It didn't take all that long until the tents of red and gold stood before her which homed there new found residents from north of the border. As she entered Driana smiled to those who met her gaze as she wonder though the camp wondering who she would see and met along her way.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Dec 25, 2011 7:59:08 GMT -5
 Lucy had spent the morning with a few Narnians doing what she could for the war effort. That was to say, trying to lift spirits. She spent as much time as she could with the Narnians, playing games with the younger ones, having long talks that she tried to keep off the topic of war and the Telmarines with some of the older ones. She was pleased to find that Narnia’s old tradition of folklore and fanciful tales of old had not died out since she’d been there last. She was surprised, though, to find that her and her siblings featured in a number of the tales. It was fun to hear how the stories had changed and yet stayed so similar since the days when they had actually happened. And usually the storytellers were rather pleased to get to run their stories past someone who knew the events, and usually get input in return.
A lot had happened to the Narnians lately. From all the years of being driven from their home to finally having a little hope when Caspian and her and her siblings came, and then there was all of the internal struggle. As if that wasn’t enough, it was followed by the attempted attack on Miraz’s castle, which had only really ended in so much death and more fighting among the Narnians and between Caspian and Peter. And then the unthinkable. Jadis, the White Witch of old, had been set free, chasing the Narnians out of what little shelter they had. Lucy didn’t blame Caspian, though. He had been tricked. And after all, her own brother had fallen prey to the White Witch’s trickery before. How could she blame Caspian then? So many did though. Peter, for example. She hadn’t thought they could possibly get any more angry with one another. That was the other reason Lucy liked spending time with the Narnians. It was away from all that mess!
She walked along the path between the tents, absentmindedly twisting the smooth cloth of her long dress as she walked. She felt like she should be doing something. Anything. The White Witch was gaining power and they were in hiding. It just felt wrong. Oh, where was Aslan? She'd seen him when they first got here! As she walked, half lost in thought back to when she'd seen Aslan and her dream shortly after, she noticed something out of place. There weren't a lot of humans among the Narnians, but walking along just a little ways ahead was one. And from the look of her, even though Lucy could only see her back, it was none other than the princess of Archenland. Lucy'd heard talk about her and seen her from a distance, but never actually met her. Well, it was definitely a good idea to get to know their hosts!
Lucy jogged to catch up with the older girl and bowed slightly. "Princess Driana, am I correct? It's a pleasure to meet you." She smiled brightly. If everything she'd hurt was indeed correct, the princess was not only a great hostess and future leader, but also possibly a potential friend. After all, from what Lucy'd heard, she was very nice. Well, best way to find out was to see for herself! Word Count: 546
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Post by Princess Driana on Dec 26, 2011 13:15:39 GMT -5
Looking around the encampment Driana was greeted with a mass of Scarlet and Gold tents that made up the encampment. There were plenty of people about or well creatures as it seemed. Driana watched as they all went about their business completing task and preparing for what was to come. It was no secret that a war was mostly to be the only way to regain the Narnian's land back for them. It was how the land was won from the White Witch before and likely to be the only way to reclaim it from her icy clutches. And being allies with Narnia, Driana was determined to help them get back was theirs as she was sure they would do the same if a similar fate beheld Archenland as that’s what allies where for. It was also the reason why they had welcomed them into their kingdom as Driana would dread to have think where they would have gone if they couldn't have taken refuge here.
Though that was not a thought to be dwelled upon and so Driana pushed the thought out of her mind as quickly as it had came in. She had come here to get to know her allies better not to think where they would be if they wasn't here. They were here now and that all that mattered at the moment. Looking around Driana saw an assortment of different creatures, differing in height, size and even species. They where centaurs and fauns, satyrs and dwarves and even a variety of different animals some of which Driana bet where the famous talking beast's native to Narnia alone. These tales of beasts had always fascinated Driana as the maids who had looked after her when she was young would tell her all the old tales of their neighbour to the north and so ever since she had always wanted to meet one. And now just might be her chance. Though she would have to make sure she was in fact about to talk to one of them as it could be embarrassing trying to talk to an animal who couldn't talk back.
Wading further into the camp Driana saw the works of what went on inside. There where blacksmith's making swords and mending broken amour. As she passed them she could feel the heat of their homemade forges travelling on the win and carrying small ashes from the fire out into the air bringing with the smell of molten metal. Driana had never really visited any of the forges in Anvard expect for the royal forge once or twice. The place had smelt the same though of course with this forge being out in the opened the smell was soon carried away, whereas in the castles forge it was a lot more potent as even though it was fair well ventilated you couldn't beat the ventilation of the open air.
Though having passed the forge tent Driana pause for a moment to try and find some sort of bearings of the place to decided where to go next when she was greeted by none other the Queen Lucy herself. The girl was several years younger physically than Driana was but she was far older than her in Narnian years due to the time differences between there worlds. "Yes that's right and the pleasure's all mine, if anything I should be the one bowing to you, after all you are the Queen and I am a Princess." Driana told her as the role of Queen did sit higher than that of a Princess. It was a little odd that she was calling a girl who looked younger than her but something she would get used to. "It's quite a nice little encampment you've set up here. I trust you've got everything that you need?" Driana asked as what sort of a hostess would she be if she didn't make sure that her guest where being well looked after.
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