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Prince Caspian

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[Prince Caspian]

Caspian stood at the entrance of the cave filled with trepidation. The rain was slowing, dying and it was about time. They had been hiding away inside the caves for? what, four days, five days? A week? He had lost count ? though he didn?t doubt someone knew. Still, even if they had only been holed away for a day, that was still a day far too long. All this time hiding from the rain had been a rather big waste. Caspian hadn?t been able to do much battle planning, nor had he been able to meet with anyone to discuss matters. Everyone seemed to be falling ill ? some seriously, and some not so much. Nevertheless, it had been a strain on everyone and no one had been in the mood to discuss upcoming battles, Caspian included.

It was almost time to journey back out into the open area around How; almost time to leave the cave. In fact, Caspian had already ordered everyone to start getting things together, ordered them to get ready to leave. The moment the rain stopped, they would be outside. He wasn?t concerned about it starting again any time soon ? he was surprised it had even managed to last as long as it had.

They needed to get outside. They needed the fresh air, and the space to set everything up again. They needed to get on with it ? they couldn?t win a war from inside a series of tunnels and caves. He stood there staring blankly out at the falling rain, a troubled sigh escaping him.

Had he done the Old Narnians wrong by not waiting for Aslan? By not waiting for help? Would they fail now, because of his impatience? Shaking the thoughts off, he knew he had to stop doubting himself, stop doubting their mission. This was what the great Lion Aslan would want; he would want his people restored to peace and safety? restored to their rightful ownership of Narnia. Granted, the doubts were lessening. It was only in those spare moments when he was all on his own that they came creeping back to haunt him. But he would conquer them; at least, he hoped so.

It was not a sudden noise that startled him from his thoughts; rather it was the lack of noise. Lack of rain falling and hitting the ground. He glanced up and looked outside, peering around for the sight of rain, the sight of little droplets hitting the massive puddles gathered on the ground. But there was nothing. The rain had stopped! Thank Aslan, the rain had stopped!

?The rain is done!? He shouted, the boyishness within him that had been long hidden away breaking free for a moment as he bolted from the entrance of the cave and ran farther in. ?The rain has stopped! Tell everyone! It?s time to get back outside and win this war!?

Everyone around him looked up, amused by the exuberance of the recently weary Prince. Still, as his news began to sink in, creatures all around him rose to their feet and followed him. Even the most ill among them wanted to get out into the air and survey the damage that the storm had done.

Chaos erupted as everyone jumped to their feet and followed Caspian to the entrance of the cave. It was such a lovely sight, to look out without the rain getting in the way. Caspian hurried from the cave and down towards the camp? and stopped short.

Eyes wide as he stared at the mess, he drew in a sharp breath. This was going to be a major setback. A major setback. Everything that they had been unable to bring with them was either gone, or so badly mangled that it was beyond repair. There was water positively everywhere ? the trenches that had been dug were now deep pools of the frigid stuff. They would have to start over.

Caspian turned back to survey his tired, sickened army and brought a hand to the back of his head. He only hoped that Miraz?s army suffered as badly as his. He coughed then, which took him very much off guard. It was a painful, wrenching cough that, while ending quickly, was a rather bad sign of things to come, he feared. Nevertheless, he nodded to some of the more able-bodied Narnians to start bringing out supplies. They needed to set everything up soon, so they could get back to work.

[Prince Caspian]

Sometimes it was difficult for Caspian to believe that he was really leading this army ? and then when they all came crowding to him ? asking him what to do, offering their services to him, telling him that things were all going horribly wrong? those were the moments he knew without a doubt that he was, in fact, leading this army. So many relied on him to be well and he was having a difficult time fighting the worry of his falling ill, for surely he was. So long as it didn?t get too bad, things would carry on as they had been.

Caspian could not help but chuckle as an eager, excited fox bounded to him and asked him if he could help, if he could be a scout and sneak to the Telmarine?s camp. He informed Caspian then that he would run circles around them and confuse them, lure them into the forest and then they would be lost to Miraz. He pondered the idea, most amused by the fox?s eagerness. ?It is a most interesting idea, friend,? he murmured, deciding it probably wouldn?t win them any wars but the stories that came from the whole thing would undoubtedly be quite humorous. And the whole camp could use a little something to laugh about at this point. He couldn?t see it causing any harm ? and if the fox managed to free Miraz of a couple soldiers, all the better then.

?You may go,? Caspian said as he smiled down at Cillian, ?but bring another along ? it isn?t wise to approach Miraz?s camp alone.?

A gryphon touched down in front of Caspian then, and with final thanks and few more words of approval to the fox before him, he turned his attention to the majestic, winged creature that had just landed.

?Greetings, Damien,? Caspian replied, bowing also in greeting. ?I, and I am sure the rest of the camp also, is made glad for your support. Indeed we are in great need of fresh strength and thoughts. The offer of assistance is much appreciated. I believe Glenstorm the centaur is, at the moment, the best to ask about what needs yet to be accomplished. He is over there,? he finished, pointing towards the cluster of tents being put up, ?for now, overseeing the rebuilding of the camp. We?ve all only just stumbled from Aslan?s How after a horrid storm? once everything is set up and ready, I should like to talk with you, hear more about this island near Archenland.?

He smiled at Damien too, though he was quickly being distracted by the scratchiness of his throat. He focused on not coughing and on keeping his voice and gaze steady. He would have to find Elba promptly and get some medicines from her, so as not to fall too ill.

Out of nowhere, Roani had approached him --- he wondered if she had been standing there long ? and requested rather quickly if she could assist him in some way other than the re-building of camp. He looked her over, wondering what should prompt such a request. What was there to really do, besides re-building? But as he thought back, he recalled a fondness between the girl and Sir Cross. Where was Sir Cross, anyway? Thinking hard, he couldn?t remember seeing him leave the How with everyone else?

?Roani,? he asked softly, searching the girl?s expression, ?Where is Sir Cross? I don?t recall having seen him in a while ? where has he gone off to; and where are you eager to be going that requires some sort of? permission from myself, from the sounds of it??

He was curious, unnaturally curious. Something caught his attention though, and he turned his gaze from her to an approaching figure.

She had all the look of a dryad, from what he?d been told of them anyway. But were the trees not asleep? If the girl was indeed one of the blessed trees, that was. He looked from Roani to the young woman who had approached the group; he was close enough to make out the sight of her, but not close enough to see her clearly. But there was something... different. She had to be a dryad. But he needed to know for sure.

[Nikki!]

Elba felt herself stirring and all at once the pain erupted in her head, giving her alarm enough to startle awake. The sky, now a dimmer blue as the sun set, was free of clouds and the sight enlivened the girl. She stood, leaning against the tree she'd taken refuge under. What time she'd sat down to rest she had no idea, but now it was early evening and she had gotten nothing done. She'd wanted to make sure the food was cooked and there was enough shelter for all the sicker and weaker animals and there was the-

"How about it, your majesty? Will it be useful? I'm so excited," he said as he started rambling again, "Telmarines are so witless! They know nothing of the forest as I do. I will lead them into the forest and around in circles and they will become lost! If I do that long enough, a rather large number of Telmarine soliders will be lost to Miraz. Brilliant!"

The voice drew her attention over to where a few Narnians had gathered to speak. Choni was gone, though Elba was well aware of her true name now but Roani and the Prince remained along with their new compnay, a small and chattery fox along with a tall majestic Gryphon that Elba didn't recognize. She watched, entranced, the talking beasts of this land never ceased to fill her with wonder. Her footsteps were quiet as she approached and she listened to his words, smiling softly as she stood on the fringes of the small crowd. As the conversation went on she stepped forward, listening as Caspian asked a quesion of Roani.

?Roani,? he asked softly, searching the girl?s expression, ?Where is Sir Cross? I don?t recall having seen him in a while ? where has he gone off to; and where are you eager to be going that requires some sort of? permission from myself, from the sounds of it??

"Yes Roani, I haven't seen him either, and I've been meaning to look at his wound again." she said with a smile. She knew of the fondness the two shared, and was sure Sir Cross was fine, she just didn't like to keep loose stings.

"And you my good sir!" she joked, looking up at the Prince, an eyebrow raised "Need your rest."

She suppressed a cough herself.

"A few of my men have begun setting up sick bays for the more seriously ill." she said, more to the gathering crowd than anyone else "From there it's should be easier to build up camp again."

Elba hoped so. They stood no chance againt Miraz's skilld and infinitly more well resourced army if they didn't keep their heads about them. And speaking of Miraz she still hadn't gotten any time with Adimon. She was sure, with time and medicine, she could bring him out of this momentary lapse of memory. She looked about, as if trying to remember where the prisoner was being held. She opened her mouth to speak but paused, looking into the distance as a shape appeared. As with allt he other new sights and sounds of Narnia, this one caught Elba speechless. She watched as the graceful, beautiful, etheral woman approached. The same though crossed her mind as Caspian. From what she had read the woman looked eerily liek the ancient dryads, the one's rumored to still be under a slumber. If the trees were awakened...

"Aslan?" she wondered outloud. It was a ridiculous thought but if the tree spirits had been awakened then what else could explain it. She watched, intrigued and curious.

"Hello,"

Her voice was like the wind, there but not tanigible at all. Elba looked into her eyes and tried her best to smile warmly.

"Greetings Lady." she said, stretching out her hand. This was more than surreal "And welcome back."

[Myrrine Diodorus]

Myrrine stood there, unsure what she should do. Never had the dryad been the one to lead, and now she had somehow caught the attention of all these people. If there was anything unnerving for Myrrine, it was the eyes of these humans landing on her, causing her own eyes to spark a certain fear. This was not what she wanted at all. But perhaps if her fellow Narnians could trust them, she could too. Perhaps.

While some of the group seemed to just stare at her --causing Myrrine to become more unnerved-- one finally spoke up. The Daughter of Eve was beautiful, with her dark hair and almond-like eyes. But that was the problem-- she was a Daughter of Eve. She made Myrrine wish to whisk herself away, back into the forest and forget she had ever left the solace of her tree. But she could not flee now, Myrrine knew that. She must face the humans, even if she hated them... and they were on her side, right?

Myrrine watched, completely confused as the Daughter of Eve stretched her hand forth. It was a very strange gesture, and Myrrine simply did not understand what it meant. The dryad looked at the lady, her face covered with wonder, head cocking slightly to the side. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no sound came. She glanced around at the others, beginning to feel that horrible suffocating fear that she always felt back when...

Myrrine's eyes closed tightly at the thought. Her family, her friends, her life. Gone, because of the Telmarines! She wanted to bolt, flee, run as far away as she could from this place.

But wait! There were Narnians here. Myrrine forced herself to open her eyes again, fear shimmering out from them. What if the humans turned on her? No, no, she had to control herself. Convince herself that the humans weren't going to ruin her immediately. But it was so much harder than it sounded.

She still had not said a word. But if Glenstorm should appear (Myrrine had known the centaur nearly her entire life) or if another Narnian spoke, perhaps she would calm down. The humans were just terrifying for the poor dryad-- she could hardly even speak to them.

[Senzi Naffis]

Senzi had been unsucessful at find something to help with in the destroyed camp. This was one of the downsides of being what he was. Or was it a plus? It wasn't his fault that his paws couldn't grab things the way human hands could. Not to mention this saved his strength for a battle should one arise. But, of course, the leopard would help any way he could. He could probably haul a wagon or something similar around.

The cat's thought were interrupted by a string of chatter. For a moment, Senzi thought the Choni woman was back. Upon further inspection, the leopard discovered it was simply a fox. Senzi never did understand foxes. They seemed like they were halfway between an evolution of a dog to a cat or the other way around. "Thank you, highness," the fox said repeatedly and rather quickly, "you will be happy with me, I promise!" And with that, it shot off into the woods with another fox in the direction of the enemy camp.

Thinking it was safe to again approach the group, Senzi wandered over and silently listened to the talk. Upon mention of a Sir Cross, the leopard remembered the so-called knight he and Sprite the owl had met a day or so ago. "I don't mean to interrupt," the cat said, "but I met this Sir Cross only yesterday. Or maybe it was the day before..." He trailed off and tried to remember what all had happened.

It was then that Senzi noticed the new woman approach. "Why, if it isn't a dryad," he said cheerfully, "I haven't seen one of your kind since I was a cub." He had yet to see any other dryads or nymphs around camp. But then again, they did look so like humans when they were out and about, it was often difficult for Senzi to tell the difference. But he was sure of this one. She was so shy and uncertain that she couldn't have been human.

[lovelovelove2]

Roani gazed at the newcomer, alittle warily. She wasn't too fond of people or rather other beings just walking into camp, since the "Choni Inncident." She recalled her Prince's and Healer Elba's questions.

?Roani, where is Sir Cross? I don?t recall having seen him in a while ? where has he gone off to; and where are you eager to be going that requires some sort of? permission from myself, from the sounds of it?? and "Yes Roani, I haven't seen him either, and I've been meaning to look at his wound again."

The huntress turned to face her companions. "Richard has gone in search of recruits for the army," she answered with a sigh. "I thought he had asked you if he could, Your Highness. I am very eager to bring him and any new recruits back since the Camp is being rebuilt."

Roani turned and looked at the leaopard. He had mentioned seeing the knight a few days earlier. The girl knelt to his height, to be eye to eye. "You did see him?" She asked with gusto. "How was he? Did his arm seem to bother him?"

[Damien Arrowing]

Damien repressed a sigh of relief. He was overjoyed at finally being able to help the Narnians in their quest for freedom from the Telmarines, and he was relieved that there seemed to be plenty for a strong young gryphon to do. Damien glanced over in the direction Caspian motioned when he spoke of Glenstorm the centaur, and sure enough, he was there. Damien was eager to go to him and ask what help he needed, but he couldn't forget his manners.

Damien gave another elegant flare of his wings, bowing his head briefly. "It will be an honor to serve you, my prince, and I will do whatever is necessary to aide you, so that you may rid Narnia of these oppressive Telmarines. And I will be happy to speak with you later. Farewell, for now," Damien said, turning away.

Damien could barely restrain himself from rushing over to the centaur, so eager was he to help. Damien enjoyed physical work; he found it relaxing. And the work here was to a very noble cause. However, Damien forced himself to stride over with all the power and grace he could muster. The gryphon was anxious to make a good impression, even though he hardly needed to, being such a majestic-looking creature. He laughed inwardly at himself, amused at his sudden self-consciousness. It was understandable, though, for he had only really been around gryphons for his entire life, and had never spoken to humans.

As Damien was walking, he gave a quick glance back towards the group around Caspian, and noticed the nervous figure a little ways beyond. Well clip my claws, is that a dryad? In Narnia? he exclaimed inwardly. Damien had seen a few dryads back home, where they were free of the Telmarines and their threat, but he had never seen one on the mainland, and had always heard that the Narnian dryads were supposed to be dormant. It was a dormancy that had been lasting for ages, and Damien was utterly surprised to see one here. He smiled, for this was certainly a good sign, though surprising.

Damien turned back to his goal, finally coming up to the tall centaur. Though Damien was a large and powerful gryphon, he was not as tall as a horse and was not nearly as tall as a centaur. Glenstorm was towering over him.

"Prince Caspian informed me that you can show me what jobs I can accomplish," Damien said with respect in his voice for the centaur. Glenstorm politely told him that their were several structures that needed erecting, and a large flying creature would certainly be a great asset to keeping things upright. Damien happily moved off in the indicated direction, pausing briefly to glance back at the dryad and the group now addressing her.

[Myrrine Diodorus]

When the leopard spoke Myrrine seemed to soften. The tenseness left her face and the fearful look disappeared from her eyes. Everything within her suddenly wished to dance, for here, standing directly in front of her, was a Narnian. A true blooded Narnian, a talking animal, a friend and a brother. Myrrine's mouth slowly slid into a gentle smile, and her eyes lit up with happiness, as though her whole face was a ray of sunlight.

It was rare that Myrrine's emotions changed so quickly, but it must be remembered what the dear dryad was going through. She had a love for Narnia that is almost incomprehensible for many. It wasn't that others didn't love Narnia, but Myrrine had seen it before the Telmarines. She knew about freedom and she remembered the days when every creature was treated properly. The world had been happy and free. Myrrine understood what Narnia was. Who Narnia was. So meeting another Narnian now....

It was like jumping into a cool lake on a hot summer day; refreshing and wonderful, but the quick climate change made you shiver. The dryad could hardly think straight, because her climate had just changed so drastically. But the new climate felt wonderful. In fact, for Myrrine, it felt perfect. Perfect and homey and wonderful. The dryad could only keep smiling, as she looked down at the leopard.

"Yes, I am a dryad," she responded to the cat, her voice coming in that same sweet, drifting melody. She stood there, the gentle smile not leaving her face, only staring at the beautiful cat in front of her. Her mind had completely focused onto the Narnian, and all humans were forgotten for the moment. It felt so good, so perfect, to speak to a Narnian--like a sweet balm covering an aching wound.

"What is your name?" She requested of the leopard. The humans would likely speak again, bringing her from her trance. But for now humans didn't exist. Just Myrrine and a Narnian--a talking leopard, that is. Myrrine's black hair flowed with the gentle breeze, flapping softly around her neck. Her green eyes almost danced, her smile the closest thing to a dancing dryad anyone had likely seen for a very long time.

[Senzi Naffis]

Senzi fought to keep his expression from slipping into an irritated look. He hated it when people knelt in front of him to see eye to eye. It made him feel like a human child. He had seen many a parent kneel down to talk to their children like this in his time. "Yes, I did see him," the leopard said, successfully keeping his expression calm, "and I saw no hint of injury about him. If he was feeling pain, he did not show it."

The cat could not remember all the events of that day. He decided that his little cat nap had wiped his memory clean of the event. He had never been one to remember details of things. "I first met him at the Dancing Lawns, I believe. There was an owl there as well. If I remember correctly, his name was Sprite. I'm sorry, but I seem to not remember much after that."

The dryad seemed to relax now. "I go by Senzi," the leopard said, "Senzi Naffis. I must say, it is a relief to see one of your kind out and about. The old Narnia is waking up. May I ask your name?" The cat decided that he must get to know the dryad better. He'd always wanted to know about the old Narnia from someone who'd actually lived it. He could have asked one of the centaurs, but Senzi always felt uneasy around them. They were just so...big.

[Myrrine Diodorus]

Myrrine watched tentatively as the leopard spoke to another human lady. It was so strange, seeing humans this close. Myrrine was almost staring in wonder. Dryads really looked quite similar to humans... in a way. They were very different, almost giant-like in comparison. And they seemed to be too nature-like for a human. Almost leafy and branchy, in a way, but oh so beauitful.

"I first met him at the Dancing Lawns, I believe."

Myrrine felt a little twitch at the cat's words. She wanted to see the Dancing Lawns... Not empty that is. She wanted to see the Dancing Lawns full of Narnians again. A small spark was glowing in her eyes. Just to see this camp was amazing for the Dryad. It had been so very long since she had laid eyes on any of these creatures so closely...

"My name is Myrrine," the dryad said with a smile, after Senzi pronounced his name. He seemed to be very friendly, and Myrrine would have liked him without a doubt, even if he had been rude. The dryad's loyalty was almost unrealistic.

At his mention of the trees awakening, Myrrine shook her head slowly, the soft hair cascading about her shoulders. "The others are lost in their sleep. I am only here because I did not allow myself to be sucked so far into my tree..." she trailed off, a longing look in her beautiful eyes. "When Aslan comes," Myrrine's voice became so soft that she could hardly be heard. "He will bring them back.

{ooc: eek! sorry for the bad post. x.x}

[karie]

Adele had been taking refuge on a cave and when the rain drops stopped falling she smiled and patted her horse. She sighed in relief as she thought about reassuming her journey to look for the other Narnian's. She swung her leg up and jumped sitting on Thunder's back. The brown horse took a few steps backwards and took impulse out of the cave, riding with a smile rider on his back.

The Pixie's pointy ears heard some movement and she looked back as the horse continued forward. She was wearing a blue dress with a belt that helped her with her sword. She also had a couple of arrows and an old bow that she took from her father's room. She couldn't help but hear along all around the place. She looked down at her horse and then up to the direction the noises where coming from. "I wonder who is around this place at a time like this" she muttered to herself. Her hair was tight on a bun making her able to see her surroundings without her hair in the way.

Adele's heart was pounding as she got off Thunder and grabbed his rope and walked along him to check on the noises, now that she could hear them clearly she noticed that people were talking. She saw many creatures and people together that made her gasp in interest.

Thunder started nudging his head to the side taking a few steps to where the group was standing and she grabbed the rope tightly.  Her blue dress moving along with her as she tried to hide from them. But somehow the horse wanted to do the opposite whinnying for some more attention. "Shush you" she whispered to the horse but then knew that the other strangers would hear them.

{occ: Hope this was ok for a first post}

[Prince Caspian]

At least someone had seen Cross recently, the thought was welcoming to Caspian. Richard was one of his most loyal subjects, it seemed, and he would hate to see any harm come to him. Still, he wished the man hadn’t wandered off like he had; the last thing the young prince needed was for more of his army to either fall ill, or, Aslan forbid, perish in pursuit of fresh troops. Though, they did need more troops… their army was getting ill and would start to fall apart if much more happened to damper their spirits. It was good that the rain had stopped when it did.

So much was going through his mind as he took in the sight of his fellow Narnians, doing their best to re-build the camp. The storm had made the area nearly beyond salvage but if anyone could accomplish it, it would be these creatures that he had grown quite fond of. He didn’t miss the comfort of Miraz’s castle any more, not now, not when he felt as though he was doing something worthwhile. He was needed here; back at the castle he had been little more than a distraction, a nuisance – at least as soon as his uncle found out that his wife was with child.

Caspian was dizzy, and he knew he was falling ill. Dangerously ill, it seemed from the way he felt at present. His mind was wandering far too fast and he could feel his breathing speed up in an attempt to get enough air. How the world around him was spinning, how cold the air felt in his lungs! First he felt too warm, then too cold. But he was determined not to let any of that stop him, not now, not when they needed every ounce of fight left in all of them.

But he could see the weakness, the struggle in the eyes of so many. He wasn’t the only one having a hard time, wasn’t the only one whose body had taken issue with the nasty weather. As a whole, the Narnians were doing well. He had heard very little complaining, and the little he had heard since leaving the cave had been quietly but quickly shushed by those nearby.

”I think,” he said to the few left standing near by, ”That an inventory needs to be taken of our food, and depending on how much is left, some should be sent out to… he paused, trying to draw in enough air and fight back the dizzy spell. To… to get… He couldn’t finish, it took too much effort and too much air.

Sinking to the ground, he took his head in his hands. What was happening to him? The world just wouldn’t stop spinning enough to allow him to get a solid grasp on what was going on and what needed to be done. I need to get up, I need to help, he thought. I need…

Drawing in a shaky breath, he attempted to stand – but found he had far less strength in him than he had originally thought. Gasping for air, Caspian felt himself slipping to the ground but couldn’t process much else. Consciousness faded away from him as he tried to hold onto it. Failing, he slipped away into darkness.

((I apologize for the shoddy reply. >.> I’ve kinda gotten out of the habit of replying and I’m getting back into it now. Lol. Sorry.))

[Senzi Naffis]

"Your presence is very reassuring, Myrrine," Senzi said, "more than likely, you are not the only dryad that has awakened. Others will come soon." He offered her a small smile. Or what he could manage of one. He sat down and scratched behind his right ear. It was a habit he seemed to have picked up over the past few weeks, though he didn't know how it started. "I hope I don't have fleas," he muttered to himself.

The leopard instinctively jumped when Caspian hit the ground. "You humans," Senzi joked, knowing the panic that would come, "so easy to catch cold." The leopard knew that the prince had no ordinary cold. He padded over to the prince and nudged the prince with his head. "Out cold," he muttered. He looked around at the others and said, "Well I can't carry him!"

(ooc: Mornings don't work for me...)

[Myrrine Diodorus]

Myrrine could see the stress on poor Caspian's face as he tried to give out the orders. Concern washed over the dryad immediately, and her eyes didn't leave him as he fought the dizziness. At his sudden drooping to the ground, Myrrine began to flow towards him. Only a moment later the prince had collapsed, and -- though Myrrine paused as Senzi kicked their poor leader -- it only took her a moment to be by his side.

Brushing the leopard to the side -- and not paying any attention to the little comments he was making, mind you -- Myrrine knelt down beside Caspian. She gently pulled his head into her lap, pushing back the hair from his forehead. "Someone fetch a bucket of water," She said softly, but sternly as she assessed the prince's situation.

The poor young man had been worked far too hard, and he was far too sick to be out at all. It was no wonder he had collapsed. Myrrine was often a shy and reserved dryad, but she knew what needed to be done and she wasn't about to let the prince suffer any longer. Taking charge, she began voicing her thoughts. "He must be taken back into a cave. We'll need a fire, to warm both him and the water. I will go and gather a few herbs to help him. Be sure that he does not leave the cave -- someone stay by his side at all times."

Hoping the others would heed her word quickly, Myrrine gently laid the prince's head back down and rose. "Glenstorm, my dear old friend, should be placed in charge until the prince is well again." And with that, Myrrine soon disappeared into the trees. Not to worry, though. She would return quickly.

[Trufflehunter]

 Trufflehunter sighed as he padded his way through the mess that had once been the camp outside of Aslan’s How, lending a helping paw wherever he could. The storm had certainty been devastating, the evidence of that being the mostly destroyed camp that was now beginning to be repaired. This was certainly a setback, but they would make it through with hard work and faith in Aslan.

He moved past a group of tents being rebuilt and heard with his sharp ears a feminine voice asking for someone to fetch a bucket of water. He heard the female give instructions as to caring for whoever had fallen ill from the storm, and entered the vicinity just in time to see a dark haired dryad disappear into the trees. It didn’t take the badger but a few seconds to identify the unconscious form on the grass as the Caspian.

He hurried forward as fast as his short legs would carry him. Of all the Narnian’s to fall ill from the storm it had to be the young heir to the throne. Trufflehunter laid a paw gently on the prince’s forehead and sighed at the hotness he felt radiating from the boy. “Aslan help us.”

[Myrrine Diodorus]

Nearly just as quickly as she had gone, Mrryine was back. She knew this woods like the back of her hand, for she had lived there so long. Not only this, but Myrrine was a healer and she knew exactly where to find the correct herbs. There was only one problem. Myrrine had not used her skills in such a long time, that she was a bit afraid to present them once more on the prince. That didn't matter in the least for now; Caspian was in need, and Myrrine was going to give him aid.

No one had yet moved Caspian into a cave, but someone had brought a pot of hot water. Immediately the herbs were being prepared by her skillful fingers, which seemed to have not forgotten their trade -- even if it was far from being shown at it's fullest. A gentle aroma wafted into the air, neither bitter nor sweet. It wasn't going to heal the prince immediately, Myrrine knew that nothing but rest could do him the most good now, but it would definitely help. As the herbs became ready Myrrine began speaking again.

"He really must be put into shelter. We'll need a horse." She began glancing around the camp for a horse to help them transfer their dear cargo. Or the owner of a horse who wouldn't mind helping.

[Senzi Naffis]

Senzi took off when Myrrine said a bucket of water was needed. He scouted the area outside the How for buckets the might have been left out in the rain. The leopard didn't have much hope of finding one that was still upright. At last, he found a bucket that had withstood the storm. It was leaning against a stone. He lifted the bucket by holding the handle in his mouth. It was a bit akward moving at first, as the bucket nearly touched the ground and the leopard's front legs kept hittting the object.

Holding his head up as high as possible to avoid spilling anything, the cat approached the dryad and placed the bucket at her feet. Senzi looked to Myrrine, then to Caspian, then back again, trying to figure out a way to carry the prince. "Maybe I could carry half of him on my back, and then you could carry the other half," the leopard said cheerfully, thinking his idea was genius.

(Sorry for the crappy post. Again. XP)

[Trufflehunter]

Trufflehunter watched in silence as the dryad returned with herbs to help Caspian, while a leopard arrived who had apparently been around before the badger had arrived to see the fallen prince for he carried a bucket of water in his teeth. The leopard set the water down at the dryad’s feet before looking to Caspian for a moment.

"Maybe I could carry half of him on my back, and then you could carry the other half"

“I will help carry him in whatever way possible if we cannot find a horse to aid us,” Trufflehunter added to the leopard’s idea. Hopefully between the three Narnian’s, they could move Caspian into the cave so he could heal. I shall have to make him more soup once he is awake, the badger thought as he looked down at the unconscious prince.

[Myrrine Diodorus]

Myrrine thanked Senzi for the bucket of water, and thanked both of the beautiful creatures for there offers of help. "I believe that Senzi's idea will have to do," she said, gently beginning to lift Caspian off the ground. Myrrine was much stronger than she appeared, and she did not have much trouble lifting him at all. She placed him, as if seated, over the side of Senzi's back. "Now, my dear badger, if you will take his feet, and I will take his arms and head, we can get him safely to the caves."

Myrrine rarely talked so much, but since no one else was taking charge, and the prince was in desperate need of help, now became an exception. It was this plan that would have to do, and the dryad began carrying it out. It was a bit difficult to keep a steady movement going between the three of them, without anyone beginning to trip, or one moving too fast or another too slow. They did manage though, and it didn't take them too much time.

Myrrine urged them farther back into the caves and then, after placing the Prince on some soft mats, she glided out to get the water. In a moment she was back, and busily bent over the poor prince.

{ooc: awful post, i know. so, so sorry for the lack of posting lately! i've been so busy...}

[Trufflehunter]

Trufflehunter nodded that he understood the dryad’s instructions and moved down towards Caspian’s feet. He then picked up the prince’s feet while the dryad took his arms and head and the leopard supported him in the middle so his back would not trail on the ground. The last thing the poor boy needed was a sore and scratched up back on top of his illness.

With the three of them, the moving of Caspian into the caves was very slow going. What with the dryad being so much taller than the badger and all of them trying to keep a steady pace and not trip, the trip into the caves was a difficult process. But somehow or another they managed to do it rather quickly and they were soon setting Caspian down on some soft mats.

A few moments after setting him down the dryad quickly glided out of the room. Before Trufflehunter could even ask where she had gone, she had returned with water and was soon kneeling over the unconscious prince. Trufflehunter stepped back to allow the dryad some room to work.

[Arina Penley Carison]

Choni drew a shaky breath and tried to wet her lips, but her mouth was dry. Several of the canvas' were sewn back together and several of her favorite dresses had been sewn into canvas. It wrenched her heart to do it, but she figured as long as she got a look of shock on the prince's face, she'd live through the loss. As her thoughts lingered on the prince, her eyes travelled back to the mouth of the tunnel where she expected he'd still be standing, surrounded by his subjects, at least one of them annoying.

But what she saw was these loyal subjects hoisting the prince's body inside. What had happened? He was sick, of course. He probably hadn't taken her advice and let Lady Elba tend to him. Would it really have been so threatening for his precious army to see him taking medicine? Was it not worse to fall over in front of them? Men were stupid and prideful and Caspian was not excluded from the category.

They looked like they were having a time of it and Choni almost wished she had noticed sooner and offered Tyber's services. Biting her lip, she stood, but then swayed slightly, becoming light headed. She stood still for a moment, willing it away before marching slowly towards the caves and inside, leaving the canvas' to be put up and leaving her horse to graze freely.

Inside, she wrinkled her nose in a grimmace, only just realizing how used to the fresh air she'd become during the short stretch outside. Caves smelled like wet laundry that was left to sit for days rather than hang out and dry. She put a hand to her mouth to cough, blaming it on the musty smell as she approached the small group.

"What's happened?" She sounded fatigued to herself and she forced her voice to sound as normal. "Is the prince alright?"