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[Character of the Month]

Character of the Month
Prince Caspian

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Played by Cara

"Cara has managed to...create a character that is both mythical and life-like. Impulsive, moody, and yet kind and good-hearted, Caspian is just beginning to show the makings of a true leader."
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We've moved!

[Arina Penley Carison]

Choni couldn't believe it when the news spread through the tunnels like wildfire. The storm was over? Truly? She had rode through most of it -and probably should have continued on in it. The forest had been shelter enough, and much more hospitable.

Reguardless, she picked herself up and grabbed the reins of her horse, gently pulling on them to urge him outside. "Come now, Tyber, the breeze and fresh air will take the musty smell your coat has aquired."

She winced as she realized that she would have to help out. She didn't have any servants here whom she could order to rebuild for her or air out her drenched things, still rolled up in the pack Tyber carried for her. Patting his mane, they left the tunnels and breathed deeply the sweet air that follows a storm.

Her head felt like it was swimming in a thick liquid, trying to pull her to the surface. She grimaced, sincerely hoping the rain wasn't catching up to her.

Letting go of Tyber's reins, he trotted off to graze through the newly grown grass, full, thick, and tall. He was happy enough.

Choni spotted Caspian and stalked over to him, not concerned that Tyber might slip away. She knew he wouldn't. Her cheeks were flushed from her light-headedness, but she ignored it, more fueled by wanting to let the boy who she unwillingly had to follow, now, that their previous conversation was not finished.

She heard his cough and grinned. "Catching ill, are we?" she asked, approaching him from behind. "Perhaps that will teach you not to accuse a lady of being associated with your inept uncle."

Choni folded her arms across her chest. "Tell me, how do you intend to plan battles, rebuild your encampment, face Miraz; lead this army if you let yourself fall prey to illness?"