Rangers of the Dancing Lawn!

ooc: Cuz I want her to.:D Maybe I'll reconsider...

ooc- Okay, well I edited it in my post, so instead of "NO, it's not permanent." Aslan says, "It may be, it may be not."

Remember, IOWW is near you, so you guys should be feeling something.;)
I can't write any more until they have a reaction. :o
 
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ooc: Which is more fun?

ic: Fyn felt a presence. She looked toward a fuzzy figure that resembled a human. "Lucy...do you think IOWW would visit us, once she's a spirit..." she asked. She could have sworn she saw a small whisp of something in her vision, but who could tell, she couldn't.
 
ooc: Which is more fun?

ic: Fyn felt a presence. She looked toward a fuzzy figure that resembled a human. "Lucy...do you think IOWW would visit us, once she's a spirit..." she asked. She could have sworn she saw a small whisp of something in her vision, but who could tell, she couldn't.

OOC-Fyn being near blind makes it more interesting:eek:

IC-A soothing melody wafted all through the camp...putting some of the injured to sleep, causing others to sing along.
 
ooc: Which is more fun?

ic: Fyn felt a presence. She looked toward a fuzzy figure that resembled a human. "Lucy...do you think IOWW would visit us, once she's a spirit..." she asked. She could have sworn she saw a small whisp of something in her vision, but who could tell, she couldn't.

IOWW looked up when she heard Fyn.
"Yes! I would! I'm here!" She waved her hands frantically," I'm here FyN! Lucy! I'm here!"
 
Fyn dashed a look to where she heard a faint rustling, almost like a shout. "Do you hear that Lu?" she asked.

"IOWW, that is enough. You will see her soon." Aslan told her.
She regrettably stopped shouting and moving.
"Can-Can I just try to touch her one more time? p-please..."
Aslan, after a moment, nodded.
IOWW reached out and rested held her hand on Fyn's.
"I'm sorry, Fyn..." She whispered. Aslan started to walk towards the camp, again, and IOWW followed; looking back at Fyn and Lucy it seemed everyother step.
 
"IOWW, that is enough. You will see her soon." Aslan told her.
She regrettably stopped shouting and moving.
"Can-Can I just try to touch her one more time? p-please..."
Aslan, after a moment, nodded.
IOWW reached out and rested held her hand on Fyn's.
"I'm sorry, Fyn..." She whispered. Aslan started to walk towards the camp, again, and IOWW followed; looking back at Fyn and Lucy it seemed everyother step.

Fyn felt as if a feather had touched her shoulder, like a leaf had blown against it. Fyn turned toward the touch, but say nothing but the fuzzy colors. She touched her shoulder where a warm feeling, a feeling of hope was left. "I miss her..." she whispered.
 
She saw many fauns and dryads on their way in.
“Where did they all come from?” IOWW asked Aslan, trying to wipe away her tears.
“All over Narnia. The news of your death has reached as far as Calormene.”
IOWW recognized a few dryad’s she had met in the past and smiled.
“They came to help fight?”
“Yes. And to send their condolences to your crew mates.”


ooc- I need more people to come on before I can completely continue...
 
ooc: Which is more fun?

ic: Fyn felt a presence. She looked toward a fuzzy figure that resembled a human. "Lucy...do you think IOWW would visit us, once she's a spirit..." she asked. She could have sworn she saw a small whisp of something in her vision, but who could tell, she couldn't.

"I don't think so Fyn. I mean thats practically impossible, but the Pevensie's being here is also something impossible. What do you think?"
 
OOC-Fyn being near blind makes it more interesting:eek:

IC-A soothing melody wafted all through the camp...putting some of the injured to sleep, causing others to sing along.

ooc: I know doesn't it, and then the fact that she's their only healing method besides the cordial....:D

ic: Fyn looked up at what resembled Lucy's face in a disorted way. "I don't think she's dead..."
 
"Lucy, IOWW can't die. She won't ever die. Not as long as I'm alive." Fyn whispered. "She's alive, maybe not physically...but I can feel her...inside..."

ooc: The five pirate-hating Tarkaans took up the name the Fearful Five...

OOC-naw, they're part of the bigger "We hate Pirates and Numenoreans but not as much as plump green dragons who steal our princesses" club.:D
oh...and where exactly are the Pevensies?
 
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