At the Lamp-Post
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The lamppost that gave this area its name stands here in the very heart of Lantern Waste. The clearing here is not particularly large, but there is a strange, almost eerie quality to it. A curtain of summer bracken covers the ground, muffling the ordinary sounds of the glade. Broken twigs and branches suggest that many different species have passed by in recent hours. The early summer light turns the clearing into a prism of bright greens and golds.
The lamp is lit, casting a warm glow all around you. Who lit it and how it remains lit is a mystery, but it shows no signs of faltering. Someone has decorated the lamppost by twining sprigs of greenery bound with ribbons in the national colors of Narnia, Archenland, and Calormen around it, giving it a rather festive air. Some of the trees have ribbon garlands bedecking them so high up in their branches that birds must have been involved in the decoration. A sign next to the lamppost lists a schedule of various events and competitions along with directions.
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You can go: East <E>, To the River <S>, West <W>
Contents: A horse with a dark-ash pelt and charcoal colored mane (Trin); A son of adam around ten years of age; A son of adam who is crowned and dressed in ceremonial robes (Edmund); A son of adam with dark hair and sparkling green eyes (Kiyon); A wolf with a snow-white coat and golden eyes (Eirwyn); A wolf with grizzled coat and emerald eyes (Glyn); An unicorn stallion with a marred flank (Petraverd); A Lamp-Post {lit}; Festival Information Kiosk; and Garlands.
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Edmund nods. “Very well. Thank you, Prince Corin. We trust you will be amused and enlightened by what you hear. The competition is simple. Each participant may tell a story or a joke of their choice to be judged for content and style. The contestant telling the top joke or riddle and the contestant telling the top story will be asked to tell another and will go against one another for top prize. Stories, jokes, and riddles may cover any topic.”
Eirwyn smiles, looking a bit eager to begin. She nods.
Trin’s ears suddenly move forward as if he hears an odd sound. He glances about at the group, his expression seeming a bit confused and maybe even disappointed. Turning around in a swift movement, he trots away silently into the forest.
Petraverd flicks an ear, nodding a bit with a small smile.
Trin trots west.
Glyn’s head is canted in curiosity as he listens to the rules. The rustling to the west causes him to turn and see his packmate. He smiles and urges her over with a movement of the head.
Kiyon lifts his head and surveys those present slowly, seeming eager to see who will go first.
A son of adam around ten years of age’s eyes rove over the crowd, and he asks, “Who would like to go first?”
Eirwyn speaks up, “I will, if that would be all right.”
Petraverd’s ears perk as Eirwyn speaks, and he grins as he settles into the grass so as to get more comfortable.
Edmund scans the various faces, watching their expressions as he waits to see who will volunteer. “Eirwyn of Ulfden”, he states, “You honor us. Please commence.”
Caileana slips through the trees to the west. She pauses to survey the crowd before catching Glyn’s eye and padding quietly over to him.
Eirwyn bows deeply and begins, her tone reverential for the story. “I’d like to tell a story that my father told me, but not until I was a bit older. It is no great secret that my father was a Wolf of many regrets. My mother and my father served the White Witch out of fear, not loyalty. Both had coats of white, like I do, and acted as scouts in their pack. They had no ambitions for any higher ranks, since they received no pleasure from their tasks. But they still served. When the snows began to melt, they knew things were changing, but it also made things harder for them. And eventually, there was the call to battle, after the White Witch thought she had killed Aslan. My father could not bear the thought of my mother in that battle, so he begged her to slip away. One missing Wolf might not be noticed, especially if he still joined them.”
Eirwyn says, “So my father, Gaerwyn was his name, marched with the White Witch’s army to the Battle of Beruna. He had no love of battle, and he was truly afraid he had seen my mother for the last time. He did not like to discuss the details of the battle, because what he witnessed and participated in was very difficult for him. He tried to stay out of the thick of the battle, which is likely why he managed to survive. But he recalled very clearly when he heard the roar. He said he heard a roar like no sound he had ever heard before. It shook him to his very bones. He was at once more terrified than he had ever been, but also.. relieved, though he didn’t know the form this relief would come in.”
Belgin goes [IC] In-Character.
Eirwyn says, “He thought he would either be freed of his service through his own death, or the death of the White Witch. Both terrified him to an extent. After that roar, the battle turned, and it was quickly won by the Narnians. My father was among those who surrendered. He expected death, and was met with mercy. He told me he would never forget that. He had always wanted to believe in Aslan, and after he saw the Great Lion in that battle, he could hardly believe that the rumors were true, and even greater than he thought. He told me this story because he desparately wanted to raise me to believe in Aslan, but also to teach me the values he thought the Great Lion would want his daughter to know, especially that of mercy. It’s taken me longer than I’m proud of to have properly learned the lesson, but it’s one that was maybe most worth learning.”
Edmund listens intently to the wolf’s tale before rewarding her with his solemn applause. “They have taught you well”, he observes. “And we thank you for your story. Who will follow that?”
Kiyon smiles toward Eirwyn and then shifts his attention once more.
A son of adam around ten years of age, who has been sitting bolt upright while attending this story of battles and struggles, grins with excitement at its conclusion, and nods his agreement with King Edmund.
Glyn regards his Alpha with some surprise through her story, and mounting respect. He says nothing, however.
Caileana sits down as Eirwyn begins her story, and listens quietly throughout.
Eirwyn bows deeply to the king, smiling. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Petraverd twitches his ears, smiling a bit as Eirwyn finishes her story.
Wintermoor emerges from some vegetation to the west.
Meepicheep emerges from some vegetation to the west.
Aelius emerges from some vegetation to the west.
Edmund searches the crowd again to see who steps forward to compete next. He appears to be enjoying himself as he gives each participant his full attention.
Petraverd glances about the group, and after a moment or two, says quietly, “I think I may have a story to tell.”
Eirwyn smiles as she turns her attention to Petraverd.
Kiyon grins from ear to ear as he glances to the Unicorn.
Trin comes trotting out of the trees to the east.
Meepicheep scurries towards the group
Edmund beckons his Watch Commander forward. “Very well, Commander. Let us hear you.”
A son of adam around ten years of age hugs his knees as he gets ready to hear the unicorn’s story.
Trin walks quietly, stepping back into the group. He cocks his head, grinning a bit as he listens.
Petraverd nods a little, and speaks. “My mother told me this story when I was a young colt. As she told it, it is a tale of two Leopards, one by the name of Rafal, and the other a close friend of his, whose name no one truly remembers. The two grew up together, in a small, secluded part of the Great Woods. Rafal was energetic, boistrous, perhaps a bit rash, but always with the best of intentions. His friend was quiet, thoughtful, and reserved, though always less so when around Rafal. They were very different on the surface, and did not always see eye to eye, but valued each other’s company highly, and whenever one had a troubled mind or a problem to overcome, the other was the first they went to.
Petraverd says, “Rafal long held notions of doing grand deeds for Narnia, and while his friend was content to live his quiet life, he never faltered in his support for Rafal. They trained together day in and day out, for Rafal desired to become a knight, and wanted all the practice he could get. His friend was very willing to assist him, despite the fact Rafal always had the upper edge. When their training was done for the day, they would often sit together along the river as they watched the stars come out, talking about the things they would do, their dreams, their hopes. And all was well, for a time.”
Skarlieth swoops down from above, landing beside you.
Wintermoor trots west.
Petraverd says, “Then came the day Rafal headed off to seek out the life of a knight. Rafal’s abilities caught immediate attention, and he was soon renowned for his prowess. He rose through the ranks of the Order, and his bravery and courage were well spoken of throughout the country. And he grew proud, reveling in the glory he had won for himself. His friend, once his closest companion, was left as he tended to be – quiet, in the background, unobtrusive. He supported Rafal from afar as best he could, but kept his life in the Woods, doing what he could to aid his neighbors.”
Petraverd says, “Rafal was called away to a battle on the borders one day, and though he took some harsh wounds, he was credited with much of the victory that day. Too injured to continue his duties as he once had, he returned to the Woods to recuperate. He received a hero’s welcome – but to his dismay, his friend was nowhere to be found. He discovered later that his friend had taken ill, and had quietly gone on to Aslan’s Country in Rafal’s absence.”
Petraverd says, “Rafal took the loss of his friend hard, and spent a sleepless night along the river as he once did, though alone, instead of with his friend. He mourned the loss, and even moreso that he had failed to remember his friend while he was caught up in his success – for his friend had much to do with it in the first place, aiding with his training for all that time. But when the stars began to come out, he smiled a bit – for the stars, having seen the whole thing from the beginning, saw fit to honor his friend in their own way. So my mother said is the story behind the constellation of the Leopard, seen in the skies at night.”
Petraverd shakes out his mane. “She told me she had no idea whether it was true or not, but it was a good reminder that behind every hero, every great Beast, there are those in the background, quietly supporting them, aiding them along the way – and they are no less worthy of remembrance. It is a lesson I have… tried to remember well. Even the quiet, the simple, and the unseen have their worth.”
Kiyon listens, a thoughtful and serious expression on his face. He nods slowly as the story comes to a close and smiles to Petraverd.
Edmund nods his approval. “A fine story, Watch Commander. We are thankful for the reminder, and we are thankful for your contribution.” He gestures for the next competitor to come forward.
A son of adam around ten years of age rests his chin on his knees, a little sad at the end of that story.
Trin bobs his head as he listens. Hearing King Edmund, he takes a step forward. Speaking quietly, he asks “Do any of you enjoy riddles?”
Caileana’s gaze slips past Petraverd as he finishes his story, a contemplative expression on her face.
Meepicheep looks up excitedly, “I do.”
A son of adam around ten years of age tightens his grip and leans forward, eyes lightening somewhat. “Riddles are fun,” he encourages.
Aelius makes his way towards the gathering.
Skarlieth glides down to land a ways off as quietly as he can, picking his way closer when he sees he is not interrupting an active tale.
Trin smiles faintly, clearing his throat before he speaks. ” Alright. Here are a couple.” He flicks an ear. “What can run, but never walks. Has a mouth, but never talks. Has a head, but never weeps. Has a bed but never sleeps..?”
Petraverd considers for a moment, then grins slightly.
Glyn frowns, not sure how to answer that one.
Trin smiles, looking around at the group as they ponder.
Kiyon hmms quietly to himself as he mulls it over.
Eirwyn grins a bit after she also ponders the riddle.
Meepicheep jumps up Excitedly, his hand in the air, “I know the answer! It is a river!”
Edmund considers this as well, stating, “Clever–Are there any who wish to answer?” When the mouse gives a guess, he smiles a little in approving fashion.
Trin nods “Yes!” He smiles happily, stomping a forehoof.
Trin shakes out his mane. “I have another one, if you’d like to guess.”
Petraverd chuckles. “Might not talk, but they’ve been known to babble on occasion. That was a good one.”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye comes walking toward you from the northeast.
Trin swishes his tail. “One more. Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.” He says slowly, casting a glance as a daughter of eve enters the clearing.
A son of adam around ten years of age chews his lip and looks to King Edmund.
Edmund considers the answer as well, brow furrowed in thought.
Skarlieth tips his head, and though as always his expression is hard to read, one might be able to glean he has a guess at an answer.
Petraverd frowns a bit as he ponders, and it is a few moments before he lets out a quiet ‘ah!’
Kiyon rubs his chin and then grins, “I think I know this one.” He says quietly to himself.
Trin turns his gaze to Kiyon. “Yes?”
Meepicheep smiles as he looks around at every one else.
Kiyon clears his throat and calls out a bit timidly, “Is it an icicle?” He sounds hopeful as he finishes his question.
Trin bobs his head “Yes!” He chuckles softly, stepping to the side to let someone else speak.
A son of adam around ten years of age laughs. “Oh, of course it is.”
Petraverd grins, swishing his tail.
Kiyon grins, “Oh, good. I was hoping that was right.”
Glyn still wears the same thoughtful expression as when he tried to work out the first riddle.
Edmund also smiles. “Well done. You have all left us with a great deal to consider. We will consult with Prince Corin and announce the results at the conclusion of the melee tournament. Speaking of which, we suggest that those wishing to attend should take their places. Our brother the High King will doubtless be ready to commence at any time–”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye walks west.
Kiyon glances to Petraverd and nods a little, eyes questioning.
Glyn rouses at the mention of the melee, and clambers to his feet. “Oh, there isn’t much time, is there?”
Petraverd perks his ears, taking a breath and getting to his hooves.
Skarlieth dips his head in acknowledgement, glancing around at the others who are rising before taking off and soaring towards the west.
A son of adam around ten years of age looks to the King. “Will we be able to watch the melee too?” he asks.
Meepicheep excitedly runs to the list cavern
Gathering Circle
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The forest trees here are scattered across a soft meadow of heather and wildflowers, and the sun dapples the ground through the leaves above. This is a wide section of earth, and it seems to be a gathering place, bordered on one end by a ring of standing stones which have been discolored from the smoke of innumerable fires. At the opposite end of the meadow, a pair of open pavilions stand ready. These are constructed of cloth of gold and silver and are spacious enough for a large group of Narnians to congregate protected from the elements. The exterior of each pavilion is adorned with seasonal flowers, woven into garlands of riotous color. Raised chairs stand ready to receive the day’s honored guests. To the south, elegant torches line the path which leads to Caldron Pool and the waterfall beyond. The noise of the water is muted here, blending into the quiet music provided by a small group of fauns.
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You can go: Clearing <N>, Into Lantern Waste <E>, Caldron Pool <S>, Base of the Cliffs <W>
Contents: A bear with large paws and brown fur; A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown; A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye; A fox with a black tail and a gray coat (Aelius); A lioness with striking blue eyes (Felicity); A mouse of regal appearance (Meepicheep); A son of adam wearing the formal attire of the royalty (Peter); A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure; A son of adam with dark hair and sparkling green eyes (Kiyon); A wolf with grizzled coat and emerald eyes (Glyn); An eagle with a crested head (Skarlieth); An unicorn stallion with a marred flank(Petraverd); A Group of Musicians; Garlands; and Torches.
Glyn mumbles “You’re … still … … sitting … … …”, to Petraverd.
Petraverd takes a breath, replying to Glyn.
Rildyn comes walking toward you from the south.
Petraverd mumbles “… … … of … but I think … join … You and me … … … again?”, to Glyn.
Glyn breaks into a grin. “Definitely,” he nods.
Glyn mumbles “… orders … … …”, to Petraverd.
Skarlieth once again spirals down for a landing, not far from Glyn and Petraverd.
Rildyn enters the gathering circle, her eyes large with excitement.
Petraverd flicks an ear, considering a moment before he replies.
Edmund arrives from the east.
A son of adam around ten years of age arrives from the east.
Kiyon arrives from the east.
Petraverd mumbles “Focus … … … opponents … … … strong … … less unpredictability we … … … … … …”, to Glyn.
Caileana pads into the Gathering Circle from the east.
Wintermoor arrives from the west.
Glyn chuckles at the unicorn’s words and nods.
Peter directs a few knights to delineate the melee field, overseeing the final preparations with a solemn expression.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure comes towards the Gathering Circle with his typical retinue, head high and walk relaxed.
Glyn mumbles “A reconnaissance mission! Still, … there is clearly … greater … … the field, I … change course. Agreed?”, to Petraverd.
Meepicheep emerges from the thicket to the north.
Petraverd simply nods in reply.
Skarlieth glances briefly towards the Wolf and the Unicorn before moving away a few steps as if to give them privacy. His gaze is very focused as it travels around the Circle, pausing on each potential combatant.
A son of adam around ten years of age breaks away from Edmund to pelt toward the High King’s side. “Hello, Your Majesty! Will the battle be starting soon? Where can I watch?” He’s breathless with excitement.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown stands in the Gathering Circle at a distance from the activity, waiting until the lines are marked and the place for spectators is clearly established.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye slips into the clearing, glancing around at those present and hanging near the edge, in the shadows.
Kiyon moves close to Skarlieth’s side and smiles. He leans over and speaks quietly to him.
Peter gives one last nod, the steps forward, calling for attention. “Fellow Narnians, esteemed guests! I welcome you!”
Kiyon mumbles “Hello, friend. … you’ll be participating perhaps we … … as one. Focus … the … enemies until … …”, to Skarlieth.
Edmund makes his way to a place a few paces behind his elder brother, Corin at his side. He stands solemnly and watches the crowd as it assembles, saying nothing as he waits for Peter to begin the contest.
Skarlieth dips his head in a slight nod after giving a short, considering glance in Kiyon’s direction.
Caileana scans the crowd, looking unsure of where to stand for now. She ends up a short distance from Glyn and Petraverd, and turns her attention to the High King.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure’s gaze quickly falls upon the Queen and he walks swiftly towards her, spreading his hands and smiling. “Oh fairest of queens, my heart delights that I shall be able to witness this event in your presence.”
Kiyon mumbles “I shall … your … Together, I think … can make … … … …”, to Skarlieth.
Kiyon looks to the High King and falls quiet.
A bear with large paws and brown fur stands and looks around at all the creatures near.
Peter says, “Last night we all had a chance to see how our guests handle themselves on the field of combat. They conducted themselves with honor, with valor, with courage and skill. Tonight, fellow Narnians, it is our turn to demonstrate the same.”
Petraverd takes a breath, shaking out his mane as he listens.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye glances at Petraverd and Glyn, shifting slightly.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown smiles as Rabadash joins her. “I am so pleased that you will join us. I should be glad of your company.” As her brother the High King speaks, she faces him and listens attentively to his words.
Rildyn shifts her position, moving along the side silently. She stops, looking on as the Queen speaks.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure likewise turns to listen to the King, still smiling.
Peter says, “The Lantern Waste has given Narnia some of her finest warriors – we remember Sir Alden in Aslan’s Country, we remember Raven. We remember the victors in the last melee tournament, both of whom call this corner of Narnia their home. It is, therefore, only fitting that we hold our next test of skill in the forge that has given this country such fine representations of the Narnian skill and spirit.”
Glyn catches sight of Jana’s expression and tilts his head at her questioningly.
Meepicheep stands completely still, listening to the High king.
Wintermoor watches, seriously taking in the words of the High King.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye responds with the slightly narrowed eyes and taut smile of someone hoping to do herself justice in front of her superiors.
Petraverd closes his eyes briefly, drawing a brief breath in a quiet moment of reflection on the names Peter states, before he shakes out his mane and recovers himself again.
Peter raises his hands. “Let this then be a testament to all Narnia is capable of.” He gestures. “Would all those intending to compete step forward and stand by King Edmund.”
Edmund nods in accord with his brother’s words, looking on in approval. His gaze seems to fix on the various members of the Watch who are present, as if weighing each one of them. When the High King lists the fallen, his expression becomes grave as he, too, recalls each of the names.
A bear with large paws and brown fur walks over to stand by King Edmund.
Meepicheep immediately bolts next to King edmund.
Kiyon takes a deep breath and moves over to near King Edmund, glancing to Petraverd and raising his brows.
Skarlieth makes his way forward, features as expressionless and gaze still taking in the others.
Felicity moves over to King Edmund.
Wintermoor makes his own ways along with others to stand near the King.
Petraverd catches Kiyon’s glance, and gives a small nod as he strides over toward King Edmund himself, his expression slipping into a placid mask.
Rildyn steps quietly beside the King, walking behind him silently.
Caileana steps with the others towards King Edmund.
Glyn follows at Petraverd’s side.
A son of adam around ten years of age’s expression becomes more solemn as the High King speaks, and the procession slowly makes its way to King Edmund’s side. He keeps his arms by his sides.
Felicity moves over to King Edmund.
Wintermoor makes his own ways along with others to stand near the King.
Petraverd catches Kiyon’s glance, and gives a small nod as he strides over toward King Edmund himself, his expression slipping into a placid mask.
Rildyn steps quietly beside the King, walking behind him silently.
Caileana steps with the others towards King Edmund.
Glyn follows at Petraverd’s side.
A son of adam around ten years of age’s expression becomes more solemn as the High King speaks, and the procession slowly makes its way to King Edmund’s side. He keeps his arms by his sides.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes arrives from the east.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure watches, one brow raising at the large number of contestants.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye steps toward Edmund as well.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes trots over to King Edmund.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown similarly watches the contestants line up. She comments to Rabadash. “It is my understanding that a fair number of the contestants are members of the Watch.”
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure instantly flashes his smile in response. “Then the Watch is indeed made up of a multitude brave beasts! Many would cower to see such a force!”
Kiyon glances to Glyn and Petraverd and grins a little as he hears Prince Rabadash’s remark.
A son of adam around ten years of age quietly moves to stand on the other side of the High King from Susan and Rabadash.
Rildyn blinks, lifting her head high to glance about at the others. She sighs softly, though her expression remains blank.
Skarlieth glances at the Queen and her companion, then back towards King Peter, listening silently.
Glyn smirks at the prince’s comment and looks to the unicorn for his reaction.
Peter nods once as he watches the competitors. After movement ceases, he speaks again. “We shall conduct the tournament in three parts. Half of you in one match, the other in another. The top two from each round will face off each other in one final match, which will determine our winners.”
Caileana keeps one ear pointed at the High King as she studies each of the contestants in turn.
Petraverd’s attentions seem fixed on his competition, flicking an ear. He shows little reaction, simply consideration.
A bear with large paws and brown fur rubs his paws together and listens closely.
Skarlieth seems to frown after a moment, the expression only a slight narrowing of his eyes, and he glances around at the contestants once more, searching faces more carefully. After a moment, he turns back to face the King again.
Peter says, “Standard Narnian tournament rules apply. Those who typically wield weapons may fight with one weapon of their choice, and one piece of armor as well if they so choose, such as a shield. Beasts fight with their natural weapons.”
Peter asks, “King Edmund, if you would be so kind as to delineate the members of each preliminary?”
Petraverd glances to Edmund, twitching an ear as he awaits direction.
Felicity pads north.
Felicity emerges from the thicket to the north.
A son of adam around ten years of age peers around the body of the High King and seems to relent of his first decision. He marches over to stand right by the Calormene Prince and greets him with a cheerful wave. “I bet you’ve never seen a battle with beasts before, have you?”
Felicity emerges from the thicket to the north.
A son of adam around ten years of age peers around the body of the High King and seems to relent of his first decision. He marches over to stand right by the Calormene Prince and greets him with a cheerful wave. “I bet you’ve never seen a battle with beasts before, have you?”
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure gives a bow to the younger Prince. “I fear, oh Prince, that would be an unwise bet. However, I will freely admit to have never witnessed a battle of the beasts of Narnia. I look forward to the experience with great eagerness of heart.”
Edmund steps forward at this. “It would be our pleasure.” He indicates each competitor with a gesture. “On the first team, we shall have Felicity, Wintermoor, Miriam, Belgin, Rildyn, and Jana. The other team will consist of Glyn, Skarlieth, Kiyon, Caileana, and Meepicheep. Take your places and be at the ready.”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye rubs her arm with her opposite hand and takes her place as instructed.
A son of adam around ten years of age frowns, thinking about that. “I suppose so. Well, you’re in for a treat! Some Narnians are really strong and their claws are razor sharp. You’d be glad for that fancy footwork of yours. Less nimble fighters would be cut to ribbons!” He grins in a manner that is at once cheerful and full of teeth.
Peter nods. “Thank you, King Edmund. First group into the designated area, and we shall begin presently.”
Rildyn steps to the side, standing in ready stance.
Felicity makes her way into the designated area and readies herself for the melee.
A bear with large paws and brown fur follows with the others.
Caileana pads to the side, out of the way of the first group.
Glyn’s lip tugs into a smile as he takes his place with the second group. “Well met, all of you.” He dips his head. “Solid competition. Let’s see if we can surprise one another.”
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure flashes his smile. “‘Tis against such an occurance, be it beast or man whom I face, for which I learn such footwork, Oh Prince.”
Petraverd’s attentions remain rapt on the first group, his glance intent.
Skarlieth follows the others from the second group to the side, nodding towards Glyn. Beyond a faint glint in his eye, however, his features do not shift as he turns to watching.
Wintermoor withdraws his sword, taking his place.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown smiles a little as Prince Corin converses easily with Prince Rabadash, rather content to listen to them speak and observes the happenings.
Meepicheep moves to the side and sits down
Kiyon watches the other group assemble with a keen eye. He takes a slow breath and a look of determination sets in.
Peter raises his hand after the first group has made their preparations, making ready to give the signal.
Edmund steps back into place and prepares to watch the combatants.
A son of adam around ten years of age replies simply, “I’m sure. You’re /really/ good at dancing.” He then turns to watch the field.
Peter lowers his hand. “Begin!”
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure pauses a moment at that, but then lets out a short laugh that, unless someone was listening for something else, would sound genuine. “I thank you, oh Prince,” he simply responds with a smile before watching.
Fighting…Wintermoor and Rildyn are the last two standing
Peter raises a hand. “Hold!”
Rildyn pants, stepping to the side and heaving heavily.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure watches, eyes wide with astonishment at the flurry of blows.
Peter exclaims, “We have our top two from this round. Congratulations!”
Skarlieth watches in silence, quick gaze taking in all the happenings. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the only sighn he is anything other than completely calm.
A son of adam around ten years of age’s eyes light up as the battle starts to wind down, and he waves his fist in the air. “Cheers for the winners of round one!”
Petraverd’s tail twitches, and he takes a breath. He lets out a congratulatory whinny.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye releases a huff of breath through her nose, scowling and wiping the sweat from her brow.
Felicity pats heavily from the fight. She lowers her head and congratulates the winners.
Rildyn pants, a grin forming on her muzzle. She nods to all those who competed.
A son of adam around ten years of age tugs on Rabadash’s sleeve. “What did I tell you? They’re /amazing/!”
A bear with large paws and brown fur breaths heavily as he moves to the side.
Edmund nods his own congratulations to the victors, remaining silent as he continues to observe everything taking place on the field.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure gains control over his expression and nods, his smile returning. “‘Twas an impressive performance! Such a variety of styles is beyond what even Tashbaan can offer.”
Glyn takes a deep breath and calls out, “Well fought, everyone!”
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown applauds the winners, though her smile has since faded while watching such a battle.
Peter gives a nod to the six competitors that have just finished. “You have all fought well, and you all speak well of your respective kinds’ abilities.” He nods to the second group, beckoning them to the field as the first group walks off it.
A son of adam around ten years of age nods in merry agreement with the Calormene prince. “And this isn’t even a real battle! If they were fighting enemies, just imagine how fierce they’d be.”
Skarlieth spreads his wings and takes off, circling the space slowly at about head height.
Wintermoor bows to both the monarch’s congratultions as well as the others.
Meepicheep stands up and moves into the area.
Kiyon moves his way into the designated area and takes a breath, readying himself with his sword.
Rildyn steps off the field, resting on the side.
Petraverd stands still a moment, closing his eyes and drawing a slow breath, before he strides into the ring, shaking out his mane to limber up a bit.
Felicity makes her way out of the combat area, her head hanging a bit low and her steps careful.
Caileana pads forward, and exhales once. She surveys her opponents once more.
Glyn lowers his head and pads into the ring, watching the circle of opponents.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye moves off to the side out of the way, sitting on the edge to watch.
Peter gives the competitors a moment to prepare, then raises his hand.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure replies, “‘Twould be a fearsome sight.” He glances towards the Queen and his expression morphs to concern. “Oh fair Queen, what weighs upon your heart?”
Peter lowers his hand. “Begin!”
Fighting…Petraverd and Caileana are the last two standing
Peter raises his hand. “Hold!”
Meepicheep lowers his sword and moves to the side.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye sniffs once at the result of the battle, looking unimpressed.
Rildyn glances at Jana, her brow furrowing ever so slightly.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes trots over to her fellow centaur. “Well done.”
Caileana bows her head to Petraverd and then the High King.
Petraverd pants a bit as the High King calls the match, and blinks a bit as he surveys the field. He nods toward Caileana with a small smile.
Kiyon glances to Petraverd and Calieana and sends a tired smile their way. His breathing comes in short heaves and he moevs aside.
Glyn’s sides heave as he moves to the side, bumping shoulders with Caileana. “Well done, Scout,” he grins.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown applauds the winners of this round as well. Not having previously been able to answer the prince before the battle began, she says to him, “I admire their skill and abilities, yet it does not please me to see them injured.”
Skarlieth lands, beak slightly open in a pant. He too nods towards the two victors.
Peter says, “Once again, you all have fought well, and do a great credit to each of your kind. We shall allow the competitors a short respite, then begin the final round.”
Caileana grins at Glyn, sharing the nudge. She looks a bit dazed, but pleased.
Wintermoor says, “My Thanks Miriam. You fought amirably youself.””
Petraverd glances to Kiyon, smiling as he swishes his tail.
Glyn turns to Kiyon. “And you, Kiyon! I think I might have chipped a fang on that armour of yours, you scoundrel.”
Aelius trots over to Kiyon.
Petraverd mumbles “… … did … fine. Like I knew … would.”, to Kiyon.
Kiyon mumbles “Thank you, Petraverd. … congratulations to …”, to Petraverd.
Edmund appears to be intently concentrating. Only when the bout is over does he widen his attention to the rest of the gathering beyond the field.
Caileana sinks to her haunches, and sends a smile back at Kiyon and the rest of the opponents she just faced.
Kiyon shoots Glyn a slight grin, “You weren’t easy yourself, Glyn. Well fought.”
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure nods his understanding, expression sympathetic. “‘Tis a hard thing to see the brave come to injury.”
Kiyon positions himself near Skarlieth and speaks quietly to him.
Kiyon mumbles “Well, it worked partways.”, to Skarlieth.
Rildyn lifts her neck high, obviously thinking something over.
Skarlieth makes his way towards Kiyon and Glyn. “Well fought, the both of you.”
Glyn grins and dips his head. “And to both of you. Skarlieth, we need to have a private spar again.”
Kiyon dips his head and offers a smile. “Well fought, certainly.”
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes removes her leather armband and hands it to the centaur. “Take this Wintermoor. Perhaps it will be good luck.”
Petraverd grins to Skarlieth, flicking an ear. “I swear, you get more resilient every time I face you.”
Aelius nudges Kiyon.
Skarlieth clacks his beak in light amusement. “It would go against my nature to refuse such, especially as I am curious to know how it would fall after your time in Sted Cair.” He nods towards Petraverd. “Perhaps, but your horn remains ever sharp as well.”
Kiyon looks to Aelius and breaks into a grin, “Ah, Aelius, it’s good to see you here. I /almost/ made it.” He replies, a bit disappointed, but clearly happy to see the fox.
Peter after allowing the competitors a brief time to rest, raises his hands again. “The four finalists, please enter the ring for the final match.”
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes nods to Wintermoor. “You can do this.”
Wintermoor takes the arm band with great reverance.
Caileana gets to her paws, shakes out her fur, takes a breath, and steps forward.
Meepicheep sits quietly on the side.
Rildyn steps into the clearing, bracing herself and eyeing the others here.
Petraverd perks his ears at the King’s words, and gives a nod to Glyn, Kiyon and Skarlieth in turn before he takes a breath and returns to the areana.
Aelius nods, “You did wonderful Kiyon, Come lets move aside.”
Kiyon nods to Petraverd and smiles, “I wish you the best, Commander.” He says quietly before turning to Aelius and following him to the side.
Wintermoor says, “I hope to make our elders proud. He bows and enters the ring.”
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown nods gently, her expression appreciative of the Prince’s understanding. “Indeed, it is. I appreciate their skills in combat, but I have no love of fighting.”
Skarlieth dips his head in agreement to Kiyon’s words before following the other a bit farther out.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye watches the other combatants congratulate and comfort each other, her arms drawing together over her stomach, and her posture slumping further.
Peter watches the four enter the ring. “This match is to the finish. Last one standing shall be declared the winner, and his final opponent our runner up.”
Aelius looks to the Eagle, “I don’t believe I know your name, Mine is Aelius.”
Felicity sits by herself, watching the others.
Skarlieth dips his head to the fox. “It is an honor. I am Skarlieth,” he replies, though his gaze quickly gravitates towards those preparing.
Aelius nods, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Skarlieth.”
Peter raises his hand one final time. “Competitors ready for the final match. On my mark.”
A son of adam around ten years of age exclaims, “Go Narnians!”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye glances at the exciteable young prince.
Peter lowers his hand. “Begin!”
Fighting…Caileana is left standing, with Petraverd as runner-up
Glyn jumps to his feet and howls out a cheer for his packmate!
Peter raises his hand. “Hold!”
Petraverd staggers back, panting heavily. He grins a bit, lowering his head in deference to the victor.
Skarlieth’s eyes glimmer slightly at the outcome, and there seems to be something of a smile in his eyes.
Caileana gasps for breath, and stares at Petraverd in disbelief. She bows her head to Petraverd, and the other opponents.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye sits up slightly at the result of the match, despite herself.
Edmund rises once Peter calls a halt to the match, conferring briefly with his brother and handing Peter the prizes to be awarded.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown applauds the victor of this final match. “Well done,” she congratulates the Wolf.
Rildyn smiles, her thin legs shaking a bit. She nods to Petraverd and the wolf and bows in roan like manner.
Kiyon applauds from where he stands, calling out congratulations.
Peter nods as he confers with Edmund, and gestures toward the two. “Come and be recognized, friends.”
A bear with large paws and brown fur claps his paws together.
Caileana bows her head to the Queen, and steps forwards on shaky paws.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure applauds as the Queen does, flashing his white smile as the melee concludes.
Glyn’s grin is huge as he watches the Wolf and Unicorn prepare to receive their prizes.
Petraverd gingerly makes his way toward the Kings after Caileana does, allowing her to lead. While he is evidently worn, he holds himself well.
Rildyn lowers herself to the soft grass, looking on.
Wintermoor makes his way slowly out of the ring bowing to the other competators, before they are called to recieve their awards.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes makes her way over to her friend, a smile on her face. She puts a hand on Wintermoor’s shoulder.
Eirwyn arrives from the east.
Peter smiles as the two approach, giving a cordial nod first to the Wolf, then the Unicorn. “You have done well this day,” he says simply. He turns to Edmund, giving a small nod.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye continues to watch from where she sits, still unaccompanied by the other competitors.
Edmund moves forward at a word from his brother. “Petraverd of Un’aireken, once again you have proven yourself to be a valiant competitor and you have brought honor to your herd and to your country. It is now our privilege to present you with the reward that you have merited.” He holds out a chain made of fine silver and shows it to the crowd before presenting it to Petraverd.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes claps.
Petraverd dips his head, perhaps attempting to hide the pink tinge in his ears, as he accepts the chain, shuffling a forehoof in the grass.
Rildyn glances to Jana and tilts her head. She averts her eyes with a small sigh, looking on as the two are awarded.
Caileana watches quietly, smiling.
You mumble “Well done, my friend.”, to Petraverd.
Caileana mumbles “… done, … …”, to Petraverd.
Meepicheep silently watches the ceremony.
Peter procures a similar chain, this one made of gold, smiling. “Caileana, Wolf of Ulfden, and now Champion of Narnia. Your abilities have earned you victory this day, and you are a credit to your Pack and your country. We thank you for your dedication and what your performance here speaks of – wear this in remembrance of said thanks.” With that, he bestows the chain upon the Wolf.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes claps.
Glyn watches the chain settle about Caileana’s neck and lets out a full-throated howl!
Kiyon applauds with a grin as Petraverd and Caileana are recognized.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown smiles now as she watches the Kings bestow the awards on the champions. She applauds them once more.
Petraverd grins, loosing a loud whinny of his own of congrats.
Caileana bows her head deeply as the High King slips the chain around her neck. Her tail rises as she straightens and smiles.
Skarlieth, unable to clap in the same method, spreads his wings an dflaps hard several times, getting across a similar message.
Aelius barks excitedly!
Eirwyn grins and joins her packmate in the celebratory howl.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye looks slightly startled at the howling.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure applauds once more, also giving a very slightly unsettled glance towards the howling Wolves.
Edmund converses quietly with Peter once again.
Rildyn avoids a heavy shudder, rising to her feet and stepping toward Jana.
Wintermoor joins Miriam in clapping for the Victors.
Peter leans in close to Edmund, and nods once. As the congratulatory hubbub begins to die down, he holds up his hands. He nods toward Caileana and Petraverd again, indicitive of polite dismissal, as he says, “Once again, congratulations to our victors. May their efforts continue to strengthen Narnia.” He holds up his hands. “We have one last award to present, for a competition from prior in the evening.” He glances to Corin, beckoning him over.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown glances to Rabadash, perhaps having noticed his look toward the Wolves. She smiles reassuringly to him before her attention is brought back to the group and her royal brothers.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure catches the Queen’s glance and instantly returns to smiling until she looks away. He too then focuses upon the two Kings.
Caileana nods again to the Royals and makes her way towards her packmates.
A son of adam around ten years of age grins and marches forward to join the High King, holding something behind his back with both hands.
Petraverd once again allows Caileana to take the lead, following her away from center stage. He takes up a place near Eirwyn, giving her a small smile.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye’s eyes resettle on the royalty, particularly the Calormene prince.
Eirwyn grins to both Caileana and Petraverd, but doesn’t speak at the King does.
Peter says, “Earlier this evening, King Edmund and Prince Corin held a fine session of stories, jokes, riddles, and japery. The Prince shall now enlighten us all as to the results of this event.” He nods toward Corin, and takes a step to the side.
Meepicheep stands up and listens to what the King is going to say.
A son of adam around ten years of age pulls one hand from behind his back and holds it up for attention. Beaming, he addresses the assembly in a clear, if high-pitched, voice. “Narnians, King Edmund and I were fortunate to hear your tales and riddles this evening. Some were funny, some were puzzling and some were very moving. It’s been very difficult to choose a winner, and so I want to thank everyone who shared a bit of their stories tonight. The award goes to Eirwyn the Wolf!”
Edmund follows suit, standing beside Peter and slightly behind Prince Corin. He is smiling encouragingly.
Kiyon turns and flashes a grin to the Alpha of Ulfden as he hears her name declared. He applauds politely, nodding and offering congratulations.
Caileana’s tail sweeps and she smiles at Eirwyn, looking pleased.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye watches the congratulations again.
Petraverd perks his ears at this, breaking into a broad grin.
Glyn’s ears perk and he scans the crowd, searching for his Alpha.
Rildyn steps closer to the daughter of eve, offering a friendly smile. She stands near her, watching the congratulations.
Eirwyn’s ears press back a little, genuinely surprised. She steps toward the prince and kings, bowing low. “Thank you, Your Highness, Your Majesties.”
Meepicheep smiles as he claps lightly for Eirwyn.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye does not appear to notice the deer that approaches her.
Petraverd looses another congratulatory whinny, swishing his tail all the while.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes claps.
A son of adam around ten years of age smiles as the large Wolf steps closer, and withdraws the prize from behind his back, presenting it to Eirwyn with a slight bow at the waist. “A small token,” he says. “I liked the story of your father /very/ much. It’s one I want to remember.”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye’s eyes linger on the mask with mild interest.
Kiyon cocks his head curiously as he spies the award. He falls quiet to observe.
Eirwyn smiles, bowing to the Prince. “Thank you, Your Highness. I’m glad you liked it.” She takes the mask from him and takes a few steps back, rejoining the others.
Meepicheep moves to the back of the crowd.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure applauds courteously for the Wolf. After the awards have been given out, he and his retinue prepare to leave. He bows to the other Royalty, murmuring his typical extravagent farewells to Queen Susan before he departs back towards the Inn.
Meepicheep scurries away from the gathering.
Trianna comes trotting toward you from the south.
Meepicheep walks north.
A son of adam who cuts an attractive figure walks north.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye’s eyes follow the Calormene retinue. She continues not to utter a word.
Rildyn looks at the daughter of eve, her head cocked just a bit. She sighs softly, looking back to the group.
Peter nods toward Corin with a smile, then turns back to the gathering as a whole. “So concludes our competitions for the day. Our thanks to all of you, and our commendations to all who participated. You are all fine examples of what this kingdom has to offer. A good evening to you all.”
Felicity bows to the royalty.
Wintermoor bows deeply to the monarchs.
Skarlieth spreads his wings and bows deeply to the monarchs as well.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes bows to the present royal company.
Glyn bows low to the Kings and Queens.
Kiyon follows suit and bows low.
Aelius bows respectfully as well.
Petraverd sweeps an elegant equine bow toward the royals at this.
Caileana bows her head deeply.
Edmund nods in acknowledgement and makes his way down from the platform when the crowds begin to disperse, speaking with a few of the servants to verify that all is in readiness.
Trianna dips her head low to the ground and raises a forehoof. She flags her tail.
Peter walks east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown bids Prince Rabadash goodnight before he makes his exit, then smiles and nods her agreement with the High King. She follows the Kings and Prince.
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes touches Wintermoor’s shoulder. “Shall we begin our journey home?”
A daughter of eve wearing a jeweled crown walks east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
Skarlieth, after the bowing has come to a close, glides to Petraverd and Caileana. He gives another, somewhat shallower bow. “My congratulations to you both.” As he straightens, his eyes glimmer with clear sincerity.
Wintermoor says, “Soon. I wish to congradulate the victors.”
A son of adam around ten years of age finds a yawn coming that he cannot quite holds back.
Eirwyn bows deeply to the royals as well.
Kiyon moves quietly to the victors’ side and waits for the opportunity to congratulate them himself. “Well done, Caileana, Petraverd. You both fought honorably.” He also turns to Eirwyn and smiles. “And your story was a fine one, Eirwyn. Congratulations.”
Glyn pads over to Eirwyn, dipping his head respectfully. “Congratulations, Alpha. That was a fine tale you told, and even the more so for its truth.”
Petraverd hehs, nodding toward Skarlieth with a small smile. “Thank you. It was, as always, an honor to face you again.” He glances to Caileana and smirks. “Clearly I haven’t been the only one training lately, too.”
Aelius follows Kiyon, but stays behind him.
Edmund walks east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
Corin leaves, following Edmund.
A son of adam around ten years of age walks east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
Skarlieth likewise turns towards Eirwyn. “And congratulations to you as well. I regret I was unable to hear the tale you told.”
Caileana dips her head to Kiyon. “Thank you, Kiyon.” She turns to Petraverd and grins at him. “Certainly not. And I have to thank Kiyon here for some of that, since he honored me with a spar recently.”
Eirwyn ahs, shaking her head a bit. “Thank you, but really… what I did was nothing. You all fought very well in the melee. I am impressed. Maybe one of these years I’ll finally have the chance to join you.” She smiles.
Rildyn sighs, nodding to the victors in turn. She turns to leave, without another word. The way she moves is graceful, yet you can tell she is tired. She disapears in the foliage.
Rildyn walks south.
Caileana smiles at Eirwyn. “The outcome of such a day would be assured, Alpha.”
A bear with large paws and brown fur yawns and walks away.
Petraverd flicks an ear as he glances to Eirwyn himself. “Hardly nothing. It’s a reminder of where we’ve come from, as King Edmund said. And that’s important for us, too.” He smiles. “I’m glad you told it. It was well worth hearing.”
Skarlieth glances skyward and gives another half-bow. “I must depart. A fair evening and a good rest to you all.”
Glyn nods his firm agreement with Petraverd. Then he turns to Caileana and Petraverd both and grins. “Well done, both of you. You do realize that now I’ll be requesting spars with you every day.”
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes waits at the edge of the gathering.
Felicity looks to the crowd around the winners. She approaches long enough to congratulate them all before she backs away from the group again.
Glyn dips his head. “Fare well, Skarlieth, until next we meet!”
Kiyon dips his head, “Farewell, Skarlieth. We will speak again soon, I hope. Take care.”
Trianna trots over to her herdmate. “Congrats are in order Petraverd. You did well.”
Caileana nods in response to Skarlieth’s earlier comment and smiles at him. “Good night, Skarlieth.”
Wintermoor pauses before the daughter of Eve, on his way to congradulate the victors. “Well Fought, Daughter of Eve.” is all he says.
Caileana eyes Glyn askance and smirks. “You do realize I will likely hold you to that, don’t you?”
A bear with large paws and brown fur lumbers north.
Skarlieth turns and takes off, quickly shrinking into the distance.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye remains where she is seated, now slightly more apart from the group as they gather again, this time to speak with their friends. She looks slightly surprised as the centuar approaches her. “Oh.” She says. After another moment, she adds, “You too.”
Felicity makes her way north when it seems she’s able to easily escape the notice of the crowds.
Kiyon dips his head to Felicity as she passes, “Well fought, Felicity. I hope to practice more with you soon.”
Aelius nudges Kiyon again, “Goodbye Kiyon, I have to go now, take care.”
Petraverd glances to Glyn and asks, “This is any different… how?” He smiles toward his herdmate and nods a bit. “Thank you… I’m just glad I made a decent showing for the herd.”
Felicity says as she passes Kiyon, “Thank you. You too. I hope we have the chance too. You did very well today.” She continues north.
Wintermoor nods by way of acknowlagement, saying “Aslan’s Blessings on you” before moving to congradulate the victors.
Kiyon looks to Aelius and smiles, “Good evening, friend. Glad you could come.”
Felicity pads north.
Glyn grins at Caileana. “I expect nothing less.”
Aelius trots north.
Caileana chuckles. “Well then.”
Trianna trots over to her favorite son of adam.
Kiyon watches the wolves interacting and smiles. He turns to Trianna and dips his head, “Good evening. Glad you could come.”
Eirwyn manages to shrug off the previous comments from Petraverd and Caileana, giving a simple, “Thank you,” to them before the conversation continues.
Trianna nudges him. “You did very well. I am proud.”
Kiyon chuckles softly, “You saw? Thank you. I was close to progressing, but Caileana and Petraverd are well deserving of their accomplishment.”
Caileana looks up, and surveys the Gathering Circle to see who all remains. After a moment, she spies the somehwat familar daughter of eve sitting by herself. Caileana detaches herself from the crowd and pads over to her. “Hail, daughter of eve,” she says quietly. “You fought well.”
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye shrugs dismissively, “Reckon you deserve a congratulations on that fine chain you got there.”
Trianna nods. “One day that will be you. Perhaps next year.”
Glyn gives himself a delicate stretch. “Well, that was more of a beating than I’d been planning on this evening,” he observes with a grin. “I should go and rest up for the night.”
Petraverd twitches his ears as the crowd around him begins to thin, and he closes his eyes a moment, taking a breath as he enjoys a brief moment of solitude. He shakes himself out at Glyn’s words, and nods to the Wolf. “Think you earned it,” he says, “Take care, Glyn.”
Caileana shrugs. “The congratulations should go to Petraverd more than to me. Tonight was the first time I have beat him in a spar, and I expect he would still beat me one-on-one.” She smiles faintly.
Glyn dips his head politely and pads off northward.
Kiyon quirks a smile, “Your confidence in me is humbling. Thank you, Trianna. Perhaps it will be so.” Hearing Glyn announce his departure, he turns and makes sure to speak to him properly. “Good evening, then, Glyn. And well fought, as always. Take care.”
Glyn trots west.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye says, “Well. It weren’t one-on-one. Reckon he did fine, too, though.”
Eirwyn glances after Caileana as she walks away, then looks to Petraverd, whom she is still likely standing close to. “I should probably do the same. It’s been a long day, and I’ve felt better. Congratulations again, Petraverd.”
Trianna swishes her tail and blinks at the son of adam. “You are -most- welcome, Kiyon.”
Wintermoor bows to Caileana, he then moves on towards Petraverd.
Caileana nods. She sits conversationally. “I have seen or sparred with many of the other competitors tonight, but not you. Perhaps we could spar at some point? I don’t have any experience in sparring daughters of eve.”
Petraverd nods to Eirwyn. “And to you as well.” He smiles a bit. “Get some good rest. We’ll have our chance to catch up soon.”
Caileana bows her head to Wintermoor as she notices his bow.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye says, “Oh. Uh, I guess. Sure, I guess so.”
Eirwyn smiles, dipping her head. “I’m sure we will. You do the same. Good night.” She makes her way eastward.
Eirwyn trots east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
Petraverd dips his head toward the approaching centaur. “You fought well,” he says. “Your kind make formidable opponents.”
Caileana’s ears perk. She looks pleased. “Thank you,” she says simply. “I’m Caileana, by the way.”
Kiyon drifts over near the centaurs, his demeanor best described as a bit fascinated. “Well fought, both of you.” He dips his head respectfully.
A daughter of eve with a scar under her eye says, “Adara.”
A centaur with wise sea-blue eyes watches Wintermoor and smiles. She bows her head to the son of adam, laying her fist acrossed her chest. “A pleasure.”
You say, “Well met, Adara.”
Adara asks, “Guess you’re one of Ulfden, then?”
Trianna trots over to Caileana and dips her head.
Caileana nods. “Yes, I’m a Scout of Ulfden.” She tips her head. “Where are you from?” Catching sight of Trianna, Caileana turns to her with a smile. “Hello, Trianna.”
Kiyon smiles, “I’m Kiyon. Might I have your name?”
Adara glances at the unicorn as she replies. “Archenland.”
Wintermoor bows the the king, and to the the other victor. “My Thanks, Your Majesty.” To the Petraverd he says, “It was an honor melee with such noble Narnians. And as I understand a defender of Lantern Waste.
Petraverd hehs, inclining his head slightly. “It is my home, after all… I do what I can to defend it, as I am able.”
Caileana flashes her teeth in a crooked smile that turns to a smirk. There is an approving look in her golden eyes after Adara’s statement as she says dryly, “Indeed.”
Wintermoor nods in reply to Petraverd and turns to thank the son of Adam. “My Thanks. My wish was to join others to honor Narnia. And she has been honored.”
Petraverd shakes out his mane, moving over toward Caileana and Adara.
Adara glances at the wolf, also looking slightly pleased by their interaction. “I’m on the watch.”
Caileana blinks, looking surprised but pleased. “Indeed! Then I shall be seeing more of you.”
Kiyon dips his head and smiles, “I agree. My name is Kiyon. And who do I have the honor of meeting?”
Adara says, “Reckon so.”
Petraverd dips his head as he approaches, smiling a bit. “You fought well,” he says to Adara.
Caileana tells Adara, “I look forward to it.” She nods and smiles at Petraverd.
Adara shrugs, replying, “Reckon I made myself a target. Congratulations, though.”
Petraverd twitches his ears. “And you handled it well.”
Caileana hehs. “Should’ve seen me at the /last/ melee. I went for one of the Winterden wolves straight off, and made myself into a target for all of the Winterden wolves there. Didn’t last long.”
Kiyon dips his head and cracks a smile, “I would agree with you. My name is Kiyon. And who do I have the honor of meeting?”
Wintermoor crosses an arm across his chest, in the manner of a salute. “I am called Wintermoor. By Aslan’s grace no longer a prisoner of stone.”
Adara asks Petraverd, “So, are you here to stay, then, or just for this?”
Petraverd nods. “Yes, we’ve made our return proper. Once everything settles after all the festivities I expect we’ll being training and such in earnest.”
Kiyon looks surprised, though he bows deeply. “I am truly honored, Wintermoor. And you performed very well in the melee, you have my congratulations once more.”
Caileana’s tail wraps around her.
Adara nods, “Reckon we’re all eager for that.”
Petraverd nods a bit. “Indeed. I know I am – and it won’t be too long in coming, now.” He shakes out his mane. “Should get some rest… I’ll certainly be feeling this come the morning.” He smiles as he nods. “Take care, both of you, and congratulations again, Caileana.”
Adara rises, “I got a baby to get back to, myself.”
Kiyon lowers his head in a nod to Petraverd. “Well done, Petraverd. I knew you would do well.” He offers a small smile. “I’m sure we’ll talk more soon, so, take care. Aslan guide you.”
Caileana smiles at Petraverd. “Thanks. Congratulations to you too, Petraverd.” She looks at Adara and seems to make a connection after this statement.
Petraverd dips his head again and trots off.
Petraverd trots south.
Wintermoor makes his way back to the Mirriam once he has finished his congratulations.
Adara says, “Reckon it was nice to meet you, Caileana.”
Kiyon moves back to Trianna and heaves a tired sigh. “It’s good to see a friendly face. But I should probably be going for the evening. Perhaps we can talk more tomorrow.”
Caileana nods to her with a faint smile. “And you as well, Adara. Take care.”
Adara says, “Sure, you too.”
Kiyon turns to the others nearby and dips his head respectfully, though it is clear he is weary from the melee, “Congratulations, Caileana. And good night to you all. It was an honor to be a part of this day with each of you.” He turns, readying himself to go.
Wintermoor trots north.
Caileana’s tail sweeps a few times as she climbs to her paws. She looks pleased with herself. Turning to Kiyon, she nods. “Thank you, Kiyon. Good night.”
Adara walks east, toward the edge of Lantern Waste.
Caileana 