Tales from the Wardrobe...

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"Well, I'm using two horses as I said I would, so I'm making good time." His amulet's voice-conducting power not being impaired by changes in how he held it, Peter lightly rubbed it against his back, so that Lucy felt as if his hand were lightly stroking her back. "If you're still at the inn, it'll be less than an hour before I'm too close to you to speak with you this way; so I'll say five I-love-you's for the five leagues I'll have to cover in silence. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I barely tolerate you--sorry, I guess I'm just fickle today. Any other business?"
 
"The High King will overtake this party in less than an hour. I will start on my journey back to Cair right now and I will probably meet him near the Swerving Swan. I trust all of you Ladies, and Assistants are very capable of taking care of business until the High King join you."
*Bows to all, then hugs and kisses his sisters in turn, then turns to Lucy and whispers to her*
"I hate to leave before Peter gets here, but I have the feeling I need to go back now!"
 
NOTE: Dayhawk will have to post retroactively what she might have said after Peter asked her "Any other business?" The following post is assumed to happen a few minutes AFTER the end of the last conversation written between Lucy and Peter.

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Another delicate, invisible caress to her hair alerted Lucy that Peter had something more to say. As soon as she re-activated the necklace, Peter launched into hurried speech without preamble: "Pigeon Rulafu was sent to follow me! She just reached me since we last spoke, and she's told me that the Hermit gave another clue to Tumnus while Tumnus was in Archenland. The Hermit said that his successor will at first be rejected as a candidate, but later will prove worthy after all. This oracle creates a logical puzzle, though. If the true successor has to appear unworthy at first, and we KNOW that this is so, how can we be sufficiently UN-impressed by anyone who seems unworthy, so that the person can later surprise us by his worthiness? It's like the opposite of a self-fulfilling prophecy."
 
OOC: Ok, thanks to CopperFox, I think I know how everything is going at this point. If I write something contrary to the plot, let me know and I can fix it.
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After speaking with Krentell about the situation, Cor decided that it would be for the best if he were to meet up with Aravis at Cair Paravail (since he did not know that she had already left with the Pevensies). He embraced his brother and thanked him for keeping watch over the kingdom while he was gone. Krentell followed him back out to the stables and discussed what had happened with Cor. He advised him to go and see the Hermit on his way to meet up with Aravis, so that he could speak to the hermit himself and see if there was anything more he could find out from him.

As soon as Cor came within sight of the stables, Windchaser began to paw at the ground with excitement.

"You're back already! Does this mean we are going riding again? Oh I do love to run in the countryside! Where are we going this time?" the young colt asked with excitement in his voice

"Hello again, Windchaser. We're returning to Narnia, to meet up with Aravis." Cor replied

"Oh I do love the journey to Narnia. It's so exciting to think we will be running the same way that you and my father did years ago!"

Cor saddled and mounted Windchaser and rode off towards where he had first met the hermit all those years ago.

After some time had passed, the pair came to a small clearing and made their way towards a small lit area in the woods. They came upon a large gate, and Cor dismounted Windchaser. Cor gently pushed it open with his hand and walked in with Windchaser following behind him.

"Welcome young friend." the Hermit said with a warm smile "It has been a long time since we have seen each other."

"Can you tell me what has happened?" said Cor

"I have been visited by the Holy Spirit, and He has told me that I will soon be leaving this world and will be joining Aslan in His country. I have been told to tell the Kings of Narnia and Archenland about what I have been told so that they may search for my successor."

"Is there anything more?" asked Cor

"Do not concern yourself with me young King. Your Queen and the Kings and Queens of Narnia have all gathered at a small inn to the northwest of here. Please, come gaze into the pool and you may see where they are."

Cor walked over to the pool and gazed into the water. He saw Aravis sitting and talking with Lucy. They looked happy and comfortable at the inn and he was relieved to see that Aravis was in such good company.

"I know this inn" said Cor "Aravis and I met up with Edmund and Lucy one time when we are all trying to dodge a rather stuffy royal banquet between our two countries a few years back."

"Let's go Windchaser!" Cor said with a great sense of urgency in his voice

Cor mounted up Windchaser and rode off towards the Swerving Swan Inn as fast as they could go.
 
OOC: You're doing well, Knight. Note that, while Archenland is a small country, it's not SO small that Cor could expect to be with Aravis and the others on the first coming night. To make something of your transit, you could imagine that you see some strange sight or event which can be made to be another portent of the answers to the quest. To this end, I urge you to PM Dayhawk and ask her if some encounter of yours would fit with her ideas about a mysterious treasure of the Hermit.

I am messaging Aslan's Messenger.
 
OOC: I am waiting for dayhawk to post some answer to Edmund. I usually get more inspired after Lucy speaks.
 
To Peter: "I'll fill you in when you're here, you never know if even the trees beleive this weasal. And what do you mean barely tolerate?" She laughed, "whatever, just get here soon. Bye."



To Ed:
"Yes, I agree, hurry and Edmund, take care alright...and beware of bandits," she said softly.
 
Cor and Windchaser had been riding hard for a long while now, and finally it seemed that even the ever exuberant Windchaser was beginning to tire.

"Cor.... would you mind if we took a break? I'm feeling really tired right now." said Windchaser

"That would be an excellent idea" said Cor "I can hear a stream up ahead, we'll stop there and rest for the evening. Narnia is still at least another days ride from here."

They made their way to the stream and Cor dismounted Windchaser and removed his saddle. Cor opened the side bags on the saddle and pulled out a cloth bag full of oats from one side, and some dried salt pork from the other.

"I'm sorry I don't have any fruit for you my friend" said Cor to Windchaser "but I'm sure there will be plenty of fruit once we get to the Inn."

"Well" said Windchaser with a mouth full of oats "I guef dat dese will haf to do"

Cor laughed at the horse's attempt to talk with his mouth full, and cut some pieces off of the pork and ate them. Cor and Windchaser walked over to the stream for some fresh water. Both drank their fill and Cor removed his armor and waded out into the middle of the stream. He tried a few times to catch some fish with a sharpened stick, but had no luck. Finally in frustration, Cor put all of his might into one big jab, only to have the stick miss the fish, and wind up hitting a rock and sliding off. This caused Cor to lose his balanace and he wound up falling in the water and getting completely soaked. Windchaser let out a big, horsey laugh as Cor gathered himself and trudged back up to the bank.

"I guess my fishing skills have gotten rusty after all these years, huh Windchaser?" Cor said to the horse

This only made Windchaser laugh louder and he began rolling on his back with laughter.

"Your Bree's son, that's for certain" Cor said chuckling at the rolling horse.

Finally after Windchaser had calmed down, they went to gather sticks to build a fire with. Cor lit the kindling wood and in no time they had a nice, large fire going. Cor dropped Windchaser's saddle near where he was laying and laid down on it, and fell completely asleep in no time.
 
* * OOC: Dayhawk, I still await your answer to Peter's _second_ call about the clue Tumnus brought back from Archenland. Speaking of Archenland, Cor has put himself hours ahead of all other characters in chronology by travelling till evening in his eagerness to join Aravis.
 
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NOTE: Dayhawk will have to post retroactively what she might have said after Peter asked her "Any other business?" The following post is assumed to happen a few minutes AFTER the end of the last conversation written between Lucy and Peter.

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Another delicate, invisible caress to her hair alerted Lucy that Peter had something more to say. As soon as she re-activated the necklace, Peter launched into hurried speech without preamble: "Pigeon Rulafu was sent to follow me! She just reached me since we last spoke, and she's told me that the Hermit gave another clue to Tumnus while Tumnus was in Archenland. The Hermit said that his successor will at first be rejected as a candidate, but later will prove worthy after all. This oracle creates a logical puzzle, though. If the true successor has to appear unworthy at first, and we KNOW that this is so, how can we be sufficiently UN-impressed by anyone who seems unworthy, so that the person can later surprise us by his worthiness? It's like the opposite of a self-fulfilling prophecy."
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"Well I guess this is what the Hermit wanted," said Lucy, "to confuse people. I'm guessing he wants the successor to feel unworthy, making him/her humble and for them to understand that they are not to be prideful."
 
Lucy felt another transmitted sensation that startled her: a scraping sensation on her scalp. While not quite painful, it was not an obvious demonstration of tender love and affection either, which made it different from every other vicarious touch Peter had ever sent her from his amulet. Then she realized what had happened: Peter had scratched his head, forgetting that the fingers doing the scratching were on the hand with the amulet. Another instant, and his next words confirmed that he had been thinking hard:

"I agree about the successor needing to be humble; but that doesn't change the paradox for the searchers! Maybe, though, the condition of him or her seeming unworthy will be fulfilled by OTHERS making that error before we even come on the scene, and we'll be the ones to recognize the truth."
 
Meanwhile, Kreechikee and the newly-enlisted Shangpo made their farewells and set off across the countryside, away from the main road. They did not bother looking for the runaway rabbit, since he plainly already considered the She-Mouse someone to avoid even though she was unarmed. They simply took the likeliest path based on all they had heard, hoping to find the seditionists Nedwal and Chadixa before too long.
 
Kay was fallin behind taking rear guard for her queen Swiftwind stay with Ebony i want to protect her majesty

Swiftwind whinnied and sped up matching Ebony's pace

and met up with the other travelers

occ: i might not be able to keep up with this to well with working in the evenings so i will be in and out spordaiclly guys feel free to use kay if any of you need to.
 
Edmund, going back to Cair Paravel, met Peter on his way to join their sisters and Queen Aravis.
"Ho there, Phillip."
"High King," he said to Peter, making a small bow, "I was hoping to meet you closer to the party. I guess Phillip did have a good night and a pleasant time with Ebony, our Sister's Mare in these travels. He seems to want to fly today."
"I am in a cheerful mood, Your Majesty," said Phillip.
I a very quiet voice, to Peter,
"Peter, don't look suddenly, but I thought I saw some movement behind that cusp of trees yonder, and something gleaming."
 
Having conveyed to his cherished Lucy the most salient information, and sensing that she was impatient to get her party in motion again, Peter wielded his amulet to cause her to feel a series of rapid so-long-for-now kisses curving across her face: ear, temple, cheek, forehead, forehead again, cheek, temple and ear. Then he put away the amulet and pressed ahead along the road.

Presently the High King noticed that most of his avian scouts were veering to the left, as if noticing something to the south. He slowed his two horses a little, and leaned toward the one he was not riding at the time, retrieving his shield from it.

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The conclusion of the above is to allow anyone interested--BarbarianKing gets first dibs--to imagine an incident for Peter. If no one else devises an incident, I'll say that nothing was amiss.
 
Another collision of posts! But no problem. Just assume that my previous post happens BEFORE B-King's newest post, and that by the time Edmund meets Peter, they are in the "dead zone" for magical communication with Lucy. Picking up from there--



Peter nodded, scanning the landscape, as he shifted his shield to the most useful position without being obvious. "Yes, my bird escorts have been suspecting something for several minutes. Here, if you don't have a spear with you, take one of my two."
 
Seeing Dayhawk listed on, I'll try to draw her back here; after all, it's HER roleplay.
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After concluding the last conversation she would be able to have with Peter until he was actually with her, * Lucy had the satisfaction of seeing everyone getting into motion. Horatius came alongside Ebony and asked Lucy, "Does Your Majesty care to suggest a time when Ralph and I might go hunting as was discussed? I have not yet eaten anything today--though it will be awhile yet before we even reach land suitable for hunting."



* Note that this means Lucy cannot, at the time it happens, be aware of the incident BarbarianKing is working up for Edmund and Peter to experience when they meet on the road.
 
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