05-20-2015, 03:03 PM
Pevensie had flown here alone. She had intended to come alone, to speak alone, but as her hooves touch the earth beneath her feet, she can smell the familiar scent of the Deserts. A messenger, sent before her. She sighs, a little disappointed. Perhaps she is selfish to want to keep her birthplace to herself, to want to come here alone and unburdened by the thoughts of ruling the Deserts, to take away the responsibility for just one damn day!
It hits her though, like a hard, firm slap across the face. You are a Queen, Pevensie. Each day you wake up as Queen, your kingdom should come first and foremost. Her successes are yours, her failures are your failures. Step up to the mark, be better.
She makes her way through the woodland scrub, to do her duty, to join her fellow delegate. She knows the paths, old and worn, like the back of her hand. With ease she makes her way towards the waterfall, sometimes finding her way hindered by paths overgrown that have not had use since perhaps Neraza left her throne. It is cool here in the autumn, muddy underfoot. She enjoys the sensation of the damp beneath her feet, the beads of dew rubbing from the leaves into her coat. Is in not gloriously cool here compared to the Desert? She smiles, feeling younger by the step. She breaks into a trot, crashing through the undergrowth. A laugh gargles from the pit of her stomach, rolls off her tongue.
"Oh sister. If only we could swim in the waterfall, one more time," she cries, a happy sob rippling her body. She can almost touch the image of her skewbald heart-sister, running beside her through the woods. It is Neraza that had brought her here - to offer the olive branch, to promise the Falls' protection. She suppressed another sob, knowing her sister would be happy about this turn of events.
She soon catches up to Girr, offering her a happy-go-lucky smile. Nobody would know, not to look at anyway, how Pevensie really felt being here. They stop beside the border, because she had forgot that it is polite to wait, that she doesn't actually live here anymore. Well, she meant no harm. They'll know that soon enough. "Diplomats of the Falls, please step forward," she whispers beneath her breath, half begging them to hurry up. She doesn't want to wait a moment longer, she longs to see the splendour of the waterfall crashing over the rocks. She glances over to the vanner mare, taking a step closer. "Good. It is polite to wait, as we are visitors. We must allow them to let us enter, to be on the safe side, and to show them we mean no harm," she says, trying to step up to her role as Queen, to educate and advise.
It hits her though, like a hard, firm slap across the face. You are a Queen, Pevensie. Each day you wake up as Queen, your kingdom should come first and foremost. Her successes are yours, her failures are your failures. Step up to the mark, be better.
She makes her way through the woodland scrub, to do her duty, to join her fellow delegate. She knows the paths, old and worn, like the back of her hand. With ease she makes her way towards the waterfall, sometimes finding her way hindered by paths overgrown that have not had use since perhaps Neraza left her throne. It is cool here in the autumn, muddy underfoot. She enjoys the sensation of the damp beneath her feet, the beads of dew rubbing from the leaves into her coat. Is in not gloriously cool here compared to the Desert? She smiles, feeling younger by the step. She breaks into a trot, crashing through the undergrowth. A laugh gargles from the pit of her stomach, rolls off her tongue.
"Oh sister. If only we could swim in the waterfall, one more time," she cries, a happy sob rippling her body. She can almost touch the image of her skewbald heart-sister, running beside her through the woods. It is Neraza that had brought her here - to offer the olive branch, to promise the Falls' protection. She suppressed another sob, knowing her sister would be happy about this turn of events.
She soon catches up to Girr, offering her a happy-go-lucky smile. Nobody would know, not to look at anyway, how Pevensie really felt being here. They stop beside the border, because she had forgot that it is polite to wait, that she doesn't actually live here anymore. Well, she meant no harm. They'll know that soon enough. "Diplomats of the Falls, please step forward," she whispers beneath her breath, half begging them to hurry up. She doesn't want to wait a moment longer, she longs to see the splendour of the waterfall crashing over the rocks. She glances over to the vanner mare, taking a step closer. "Good. It is polite to wait, as we are visitors. We must allow them to let us enter, to be on the safe side, and to show them we mean no harm," she says, trying to step up to her role as Queen, to educate and advise.