To say goodbye

[gweneth]

[/b] She whispered softly, finally raising to lean against her elbows. She hadn’t even noticed the waves brushing against her feet before receding slowly until that moment. ”Had she been buried at sea, and somehow survived her injuries, though they didn’t know? Had she washed ashore somewhere, was anyone looking for her, was her mother going to be angry, would she be able to resume her post soon enough, was the war even over, had it just escalated, what would happen when she returned… what the devil was that?” All the thoughts fluttering through her head ceased when she spotted a small mouse and a dwarf seemingly in mid conversation. ”Well that’s new…” She mumbled to herself, ”Maybe I really am dead…”

Finally standing to her feet, she looked down. The clothing she was wearing wasn’t anything she was familiar with, and couldn’t recall changing out of her armor at any point. It all felt so strange, and her surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. It was nothing she’d ever seen before. Diverting her gaze back toward the Narnians, she began to follow them, catching sight of the majestic palace overlooking the ocean. As they began to walk in the direction of the palace, so did she. Perhaps she could at least find someone who could give her some answers.

Pushing a hand through her the tangled mess of golden locks, she made her way up the coast and toward Cair Paravel. What she saw before her was even more unusual than waking up on the beach. Satyrs, Minotaurs, Centaurs, every creature from every stretch of her imagination were bustling about, humans talking with some of them, everything seemed just a little hard to process for her.

Taking a moment, she leaned against a pillar, rubbing a hand against her face, as if trying to wake herself up. With a light sigh, she looked around again, her eyes searching, her heart racing. Without a clue as to where she was, or what had actually transpired, well she had to admit… she was beginning to get more than a little frightened.[/size][/ul]

[ian]

Ian led his horse through the Cair Paravel. He held the reins loosely in his left hand, Artex walking softly behind him, her head bobbing. She blew a soft snort through her nares.

"So what are we doing to do today?" she asked him softly, both ears turned toward him.

Ian stopped and faced her. Her warm brown eyes were focused on him. She stood still. Her long alabaster banner whipping from side to side. Artex shifted her weight, letting one hoof rest on its tip.

"I'm not entirely sure Art," Ian said frowning. "But let's see what the day holds"

He was wearing dark tan slacks, a white shirt and a matching tan vest. His bow and arrow were tucked into a quiver strapped to his back. He continued walking until he stopped. He spied a young woman standing against a pillar. He headed toward her and stopped a respectable distance.

"Hello there. Are you lost by chance?" he implied of her curiously, as Artex lowered her head and began grazing on the grass at her feet. He loosened his grip on the reins, knowing she wouldn't really venture that far so he didn't have to worry as much. His dark eyes were on the girl, waiting

[gweneth]

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It was then that she heard a voice speak up, and turning in the direction it had come from, she looked at the man. Gwen brushed some tangled tresses behind her ear, nodding as she spoke slowly, ”Quite……. I don’t know where I am, or even how I got here… this is all so unfamiliar and the last thing I remember I was…” Brushing a hand against her forehead, Gwen’s other hand flitted to her stomach, where she remembered the sword slashing into her. ”Well, I was in quite a different state…” She spoke again, trying to keep herself calm.

”Could you… could you tell me where I am? Is there anyone I can speak to who may know how I ended up here…….” She paused a moment, biting her lip. ”…Alive…”
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[ian]

Ian looked at her startled. He released Artex's reins, knowing she would continue to graze and not go anywhere. Ian took a few steps forward, towards her but still stopped a respectable distance from her.

He looked at her and tilted his head.

"Um, are you telling me you don't remember what happened?" he asked her confused and a bit startled to hear that.

She seemed genuinely shocked at being alive. A bit of realization dawned on Ian's face.

"Were you killed or attacked by a sword?" he asked her his voice low. Artex continued to graze peacefully, swishing her tail behind her. She let her whithers ripple, shaking away unwanted flies that buzzed around her. Ian adjusted his quiver so that it sat correctly on his back.

"I am Ian," he introduced himself softly. "What is your name?"

He hadn't any clue as to how she would end up here as well, but if she was speaking and moving, then chances are she was alive to begin with. He blinked and offered her his canteen of water.

"Would you like some water?" he asked her and waited for her response

[gweneth]

[/b] Wrapping her arms around herself, she turned her gaze to the ground, as if she were trying to remember more, though no particularly important memories surfaced.

”I was… betrayed. In battle.” Pausing for a moment, Gwen’s brow furrowed and a look of acknowledgement passed over her face. ”Where are my weapons? I don’t understand how I got here, in these clothes, on some beach, without my consent, and I’d like to know the answers…”

Gingerly, Gwen reached out and accepted the canteen. ”Thank you… I’m Gwen.” Taking a sip, she held it back out for him, leaning against the column once more. ”Gweneth of Meridius, thank you, Ian.” She said softly.
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