Tales from the Wardrobe...

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Elena smiled as she walked into the inn. She saw Adilia talking with Lucy. She went over smiled at Adilia and curtsied to Lucy. "Your majesty is there anything you need?" she showed a small smile
 
OOC: Thank you both for posting, really! I said on the previous page that the party had "gotten in motion;" but we'll just agree now that "getting into motion" meant something like "packing up," so there's no inconsistency.




 
Ralph the page was just then passing by them, and said to Adilia, "Probably as soon as the salt is packed away and all the horses are saddled. Kreechikee and Shangpo have already set out on their mission, and King Edmund is well on his way back to Cair Paravel."
 
Time to take "Janeway" up on her offer to "lend" her character

Kayeliegh helped Ralph to prepare the packhorses, then returned to Lucy's side. "Your Majesty, I believe I saw, almost too small to see but not _quite_ too small, the escort of birds the High King was bringing with him. Thus he must be near enough that he will have no difficulty overtaking us even if we depart this very instant."
 
Lu just give me a few minutes to saddle up swiftwind and we can be on our way. We should have fair travel today if we hurry the packhorses are ready whenever you are we will depart.

Kay put on her traveling cloak and strung her bow and arrows over her shoulder and got on swiftwind.


occ CF You might have to play her more often then i thought or anyone else for that matter cause i never know when my hours are they vary from week to week.
 
As the group finally all got mounted and actually moving west again, Kayeleigh fell back to her intended rearguard position. She didn't expect any hostile threats here in one of the more populated areas of the realm; but being rearmost also facilitated her keeping a lookout for High King Peter to cross the horizon and gallop up to join them.

Horatius drifted back and forth between the front and rear of the small column, seeming to have his eyes, ears, nose and whiskers working nonstop. He looked, however, as if he himself were unsure of what he was trying to detect.
 
AS Lucy rode she talked with Ebony.
"How serious do you think this all is?" she asked.
"I'm not too sure," said Ebony, "but I will say this, it doesn't look like its gonna get better, at least in the near future."
"With the Hermit dying, chaos seems to be popping up."
"Indeed M'lady, just think if it were Aslan that was..."
"Oh dont say such nonsense!"
"Well its true my queen, when important people are dying chaos and scandles errupt. Just think if something happened to you or your siblings."

Lucy became quiet as she thought what Ebony said. What if she thought, and came up with some terrible out comes.
 
Horatius touched his furry cheek to Ebony's off-side forequarter, then said, "Ebony, do you think the Great Lion could be destroyed? I believe you're too young to remember first-hand the one time when Aslan _permitted_ Himself to be killed. He could not die unless he _chose_ to make Himself vulnerable. Later, after coming back to life, He hinted to some of us creatures that His death and resurrection in our world were some kind of extension, or outgrowth, of something similar that happened in the world of Adam and Eve. But having achieved victory over death--and over the condition of the Deep Magic that had been brought on by Narnia's falling under a curse--Aslan _cannot_ possibly die again! If you could pick up the entire mass of the Narnian world, and drop it from a height of a thousand miles directly onto Aslan's head, the Narnian world would be cracked into pieces, while Aslan would not even have His fur mussed."
 
"I know that!," Ebony neighed, almost offended, "I was three years old when that happened, and for my kind that is NOT too young. Besides you totally did NOT get my point. My point was that chaos happens when important people die. Dont you remember when he was pronounced "dead" and many on our side thought hope was lost!"
 
Horatius remained unflappable. "It simply sounded as if you were saying that you thought Aslan could die again, which He can't."
 
Ebony looked at Lucy.
"Is he serious?"
"Be nice Eb."
"Maybe its because Im too high off the ground for him to hear me, did you my queen think I was implying Aslan could die again?"
"Umm no."
"Exactly I said IF, meaning a hypothetical. Did you hear that cat. HYPO-THETI-CAL."
Lucy rolled her eyes.
 
Horatius padded some ten yards ahead, to where there was a tree extending a limb above the road. Effortlessly springing thirteen feet straight up to catch this limb, the leopard then hung down from it by his hind legs--a trick he had figured out by watching humans who climbed trees--and looked into Ebony's eyes upside-down as she caught up to him.

"I can hear you perfectly well at any height, esteemed mare. There was merely a small confusion over the meaning of your words. Nothing to cause hard feelings." Recovering to a normal perching position, Horatius next made a lateral bound of over twenty feet, to land in the next tree along the roadside. From there he dropped silently to earth again, and strolled along in point position for awhile.


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OOC: For what it's worth, at age 56, even sick, I can still hang upside-down from a tree limb the way I described Horatius doing. I try to stay active.
 
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"And I'm on meat withdrawal," replied Horatius, showing no sign of annoyance. "Would Your Majesties--" (a move of his head took in Susan and Aravis as well) "--mind if I take Ralph and go on ahead to begin the hunting we were planning to do today?"
 
"Oh no you dont!" Ebony shouted, "you two arn't going to be the only ones having the fun. I need a good chase. My queen can we go hunting, you know how mmuch I love it."
"Yeah its almost sadistic for a horse," Lucy laughed, "I guess we can if the others can spare us."
 
Cats are good at being sarcastic. Precisely because of this, it was apparent to all that Horatius was NOT being sarcastic when he said, "The point was not fun. The point is, firstly, that I need to eat; and secondly, I thought that Ralph and I would be enough to round up some suitable meat for all in the party to eat who are not herbivores...allowing the rest of you to continue in what I had understood was the purpose of this outing: spreading the word to more Narnians about the matter of the Hermit. Nonetheless, I am at Your Majesties' disposal, whatever is your will."
 
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