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Post by ian on May 22, 2011 12:31:33 GMT -5
Ian carefully steered Artex through the Shuddering Woods. Artex's white pelt seemed to blend in with the snow. It was cold , but not too cold. He had a on a wool cloak. His quiver and bow were strapped to his back. His hands gathered the reins and gently turned his horse to the left, finding a good path. Artex loped along easily , almost prancing as she moved. She flicked her long alabaster banner, letting out a gentle snort. Both ears were pricked forward. She lightly chomped at the bit. Ian loved coming through here. It was so lovely, almost something that was off a painting.
Each time he exhaled a small puff of steam rose up. His saddle creaked softly. He pulled Artex to a gentle stop. Ian's left stirrup had shifted so he leaned down and adjusted it. Once it was secure again, he slid his foot into the iron stirrup.
The woods were quiet, but he could hear the familar sounds of birds and other small creatures. He checked his compass. He was heading north, which was the right way. He slid it back into his saddle bag and picked up his canteen. He took a sip of water, letting Artex stand quietly, observing her surroundings. A gentle breeze caught her long mane and fluttered it outwards. She swung her head to the right, watching a rabbit scurry into the undergrowth. Ian chuckled and shifted his weight in his saddle. |
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Post by susan on May 22, 2011 13:27:20 GMT -5
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Strange as it was, Susan loved being back in Narnia. Though the concept of being actually dead in England, and never going back to see her friends, or anyone really. It was frightening in it's own way. She quite frankly did not know what she'd choose if she ever had the choice. Naturally she had missed her siblings when they had died, and she had mourned them. But she had moved on, somewhat, she never went back to what she used to be, but she tried to go on with her life. And everyday she got a bit better with that. She had learned to accept that she'd never be able to see her family again. And that she'd be alone from the day of the train crash. Then why, why when everything was getting better, slowly, but still. Why did it have to be that moment that she had to die?
She supposed that those were only questions Aslan could answer for her. Because she truly did not understand. And she doubted that even with all her intellect she'd ever understand it. Then again she could always just ask Lucy knowing her little sister she'd have some answer ready for her. Or she might be able to tell her when she could see Aslan himself, somehow when it was about matters like that it always seemed to be Lucy that knew. Maybe she ought to go see her little sister about that. But not right now, she had asked one of the stable boys to ready a horse for her. And they came back with one, a talking one as usual. The name of the horse was Angelica, lovely name indeed. She thanked the horse and asked her if she could ride to the shuddering woods.
Those woods had always been one of her favorite places to be in the whole realm of Narnia. Riding in full gallop trough the lands was something that she had missed. And sure she had taken trips to the countryside with her friends before. But nothing could compare to Narnia, not even in it's winter season, which still was the season she disliked the most. Arriving in the familiar woods she had also seen the first time she came to Narnia she slowed Angelica down. They were just stepping alongside of the forest trail. She had missed this, and it made her realize that she actually was pretty happy to be in Narnia once more, even it if meant that she'd never be able to return.
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Post by ian on May 22, 2011 18:00:04 GMT -5
Artex's head suddenly snapped to the right. Ian could hear the sound of hoofbeats coming toward him. Artex stiffened and her ears were flicked forward. He gathered the reins and waited.
A young lady on a horse galloped. He caught her profile and immediately realized it was Susan, one of the Narnian queens. He gently clicked his tongue, spurring Artex into a walk. He followed along side the queen. Artex omitted a gentle snort as she plodded along.
Ian cleared his throat.
"What a lovely pleasure it is to meet Susan the Gentle," He called to her, his expression soft and kind. Artex remained walking easily her head bobbing lightly from the gait.
"At least today is interesting," Artex whispered up to him. He playfully bopped her on the top of her mane. Another gentle breeze caught her mane fluttering it forward. He kept his eyes on Susan.
"What brings you out here today, Dear Susan?" he gave her a little bow in his saddle to show her respect.
This place was certainly magical, so perhaps that is why she ventured here today. It was kinda hard not to love being around here in the snow. The temperature never really got any colder than it was already. The only sound that could be heard was the horses' hooves, the gentle snorts and the creaking of saddle leather. He waited for her to respond |
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Post by susan on May 27, 2011 14:27:18 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
It was just like she remembered it. Which was comforting in some way, and kind of eery in another one. Things weren't supposed to stay the same way, she was living proof of that. The change she went to was indescribable. But it meant to much to her, being here, being able to see this again. Even if it meant that she'd never go back. Especially if it meant that she wouldn't go back. This, in the end of all, was still her home. It was very comforting to know that. Maybe some of her friends, her new friend that her brothers and sister did not know, would be able to join her here, maybe. She doubted it, they did not know narnia, she had kept quite about it. She might have faintly believed in it, to actually speak about it would automatically mean to be labeled as a nutter.
It was then that she heard hooves but before she got a chance to look around she heard someone clear his throat next to her, shortly afterwards speaking to her. She looked at the man, and she did not know him. Then again that pretty much did not say anything at all, because allot of people seemed to know her without she knowing them. That was going to take some time to get used to again. Somehow the anonymity of not being a queen, had it's perks from time to time. Though that was something you would not hear her say out loud. She gave him a polite nod "Likewise" she said, though she did not know this man she knew she probably did not have to be wary of him, not if Aslan let him into his country.
She looked at him once again, and at his horse. She wasn't quite sure if it was a talking one, she wasn't going to ask either. She still remembered Ed's fiasco with Phillip, it stayed funny no matter how many centuries ago it was. "The memories this place had" she replied, truthfully, she was beyond lying and it wasn't like her answer was such an horrid one. But it didn't say everything either. At this moment she was just more curious as to who he was. "But might i enquirer as to who you are, after all you seem to know who i am" she said, quite politely, already she was slowly slipping back into her role as queen. Even if she felt as if she did not deserve it, not fully anyway.
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