distraction [-DRIANA-]

[Peter Pevensie]

Peter had spent the first month grappling with the idea that Jadis had returned to Narnia. He blamed himself though at first he blamed Caspian. It was easy and simple to blame him because it was his blood that brought her back. And while it could be said that the sole blame laid with Caspian, as time went on Peter saw it as his fault. He fought with Caspian driving him to the action and he and Edmund hadn’t gotten their in time to stop him. If Peter hadn’t been down about being back in Narnia where nothing was the same before, he was ever more so depressed now.

He put on a brave face in front of Lucy and his siblings not letting on how bothered he was. The façade couldn’t last much longer as things were extremely hard to keep from Lucy. He hated to lie to her and to his other siblings. It wasn’t fair to them. Peter took a deep breath and gripped Rhindon tightly in his hand. The weapon almost felt foreign and practically unforgiving. Like the steel blade was angry with him for showing up too late to stop Caspian and his mistake.

But to keep his mind from wandering to too many sad and pitiful thoughts, Peter took to training. He stood in the courtyard, guards and other subjects of Anvard wandered around. Peter found a nice secluded part of the courtyard off in the corner near a batch of trees away from the main gates though not far enough from his problems. He took a deep breath and went through a few basic attack and defense motions. Peter had it down like clockwork. He was like a perfect machine so concentrated on the sword instead of politics.

Taking time away from the troubles of war planning helped for a short while anyway. With each thrust and new set of attacks Peter became more fierce and angry. His face was nearly purple by the time he neared the end of one sequence. He spun around and let out a war cry slashing through the air at the imaginary Jadis that was standing before him in his mind. Peter, distracted momentarily by a figure moving nearby out of the corner of his eye, landed sloppily. His ankle twisted and Peter fell to his knees. He winced as pain shot up his leg. Peter bit his lip and silently said a few unsavory words in his head, words he wouldn’t say in front of Lucy. He sat back on the grass dropping Rhindon and massaging his sore ankle. Well, wasn’t this just what he needed at the moment.

WORD COUNT// 443
TAG// driana
NOTES// sorry if it’s bad!

[Princess Driana]

With the return of the White Witch troublesome times had fallen across many a place including Archenland. Though while the White Witch had not yet made any threat to Archenland itself, she had cruelly taken a kingdom that was not hers from the Narnian's and forced them to come to refuge in Archenland. And Driana knew that soon enough she would make a move upon them if they did not make one first. And if the White Witch dare set foot into Archenland with dire intentions she would be met with the force of Driana's people and the Narnian's alongside. She looked over to situation quite a few times now and saw that if she did come after them it could give the Archenlanders and upper hand. As while the witch may have access to maps of Archenland the mountainous area was still easy to get lost in without one and so with her people now the area they could navigate easier and also give them a element of surprise if they got in the right positioning.

Though it was not a thought Driana wished to dwell upon and so to clear her mind she went out onto her balcony overlooking the castles courtyard where many people where passing through and doing various other things. She could see the castle guards stood at the gates of the courtyard chatting to pass the time until something happens or their shift ends. Driana hoped for the latter of the two as it wouldn't be a good event if the guard had to get involved. Others in the courtyard included a few nobles coming to talk with her father possibly or going from having already done so, maids and servants of Anvard were also present wondering through as they did their duties about the castle. A stable boy was leading a horse towards the stables, a maid was carrying some cloth that Driana believed to be bedding across the courtyard for cleaning and near the tree's there was somebody practicing with a sword. Though as Driana looked harder at the boy she realised that it wasn't just anyone but in fact it was Peter.

She watched a little as she masterfully swung the sword around in different directions. Parrying, trusting, blocking, guarding as if he had been using a sword for many, many years. Then she supposed that it was quite likely despite his physical age being only a couple of years older than herself. Driana began to wonder who taught him to fight. Were they of this world of his own? Well whoever they were they certainly seemed to have done a good job of it as from what Driana could see up on her balcony he was quite the swordsman. Maybe he could show her how to do that as she admitingly wasn't the best with a sword and it might be a nice little surprise for her swordsmanship teacher if she went out and learned some stuff herself form others rather than just relying on him to teach everything. It would either make him happy that she was intuitive enough to ask others or angry because she went to others rather than just him for advice about it.

Leaving the balcony Driana made her way out of her room and down the many flights of stairs that lead up to it. Going up and down the stairs as much as she had to certain kept both Driana and her maids in a good physical condition. As Driana descended the stairs she just hoped that Peter didn't wonder off somewhere else before she got to where he had been practicing as that would mean she would have made a wasted trip down from her room to the courtyard. Though when she did reach the spot where she had spotted him training she was relieved to find he was still there. Though as she stood near waiting for him to finish he landed funny and went over on his foot by the look of it and ended up sitting on the grass where he had been practising. "Oh I'm sorry I guess this is my fault you’re not hurt are you?" Driana asked from where she stood hoping she hadn't caused Peter any harm.

Tag: Peter Pevensie
Words: 712
Notes: Don't worry the post was fine