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Post by Edmund on Jul 30, 2008 21:41:25 GMT -4
He knew he wasn't supposed to be venturing outside of the castle yet, but he couldn't take being cooped up any longer. His injuries had not fully healed yet, but they were on the mend, thanks to the healing abilities of Len and Whysper. He was lucky, and he was counting his blessings. They had saved his life, and with that, gave him a new hope and a new outlook on his being. Finding Lucy was top priority, but keeping himself and the rest of his family was just as important. He couldn't go on making rash decisions just because he felt like he wasn't given enough freedom. Peter had seemed more than willing enough to allow Edmund to travel with him on the quests to find their sister. He was ready and willing to fight, and if he just sat still for another week or two, he'd be fully healed. But this was Edmund we're talking about here, and he was already on the move with a slight limp to his step and a bit of ragged breathing from the near punctured lung he had suffered. But that didn't matter to the young king. He was just out for fresh air, no harm there, right?
As he walked along, he knew he wasn't going to get into any trouble today. Alehan was at his side, walking easily and calmly, knowing that Edmund preferred to walk by himself. Normally Edmund would be riding, but he just wanted to travel by himself. He wouldn't have brought the stallion at all, but if got into trouble, he wanted to be able to get out of here quickly. He wanted to be able to escape without any further injuries, and Alehan would allow him that speed and safety. Reaching over, he patted the massive stallion's black neck, and then started up the incline that would lead to the stable. Not many ventured inside of it, but Edmund was one of the few that did. As they got to the top of the hill though, the young man had to stop and catch his breath. He was still weaker than he wanted to be, and his pale face was proof to that. Right now he was grimacing in pain, clutching his side where he had been shot straight through. He was trying not to let it get to him, but since he was alone right now, he would allow the agony he was in to come through. Straightening now, he took a deep breath and then exhaled. He'd be fine in a moment. Shrugging the feeling off, he went forward again with Alehan beside him loyally. The pair finally stopped on the other side of the stable, and Edmund lowered himself painstakingly to the ground, sitting comfortably in the grass once he was settled down. Alehan stayed by his side, grazing happily in the sunlight that was warming the hillside. Edmund let his thoughts take over him, wondering what was going to happen now. |
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Post by iceprincess521 on Jul 30, 2008 21:59:03 GMT -4
((nice siggy  ))
Whysper giggled as one of the horses nibbled at the top of her head, and ducked out of his way before petting his nose.
"Calm down, boy, you'll get your food soon enough" she said, getting a handfull of oats and opening her hand so he could eat. She hummed as she waited, a lullaby her mother often sang when she had nightmares. She missed them, dearly, and was even considering going for a visit that night.
When the horse had finished feeding, she pet his nose, then the horse she'd been feeding earlier before heading out the door. As she walked around the stable, she stumbled upon King Edmund, who seemed consumed in his own thoughts. She started to back away slowly, obsreving him as she did. He looked only a bit better: still pale and a bit weak. She wondered if he even remembered her... their meeting had been brief in a very critical time.
As she backed up, she accidentally stepped in a pail, and fell back, making a very loud clattering sound as she fell back and the pail flew off her foot and hit the barn wall. Wincing, she looked up to the king, feeling quite silly. If he hadn't heard that racket, he was deaf. |
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Post by Edmund on Jul 30, 2008 22:36:49 GMT -4
Edmund's eyes were unfocused as he stared absentmindedly at his horse, lost in his thoughts that wouldn't stem. He didn't know when to stop thinking, or when to start, or what to think, or anything like that. It was all confusing, but he was trying to get them straight in his mind. For some reason, as of late, he had been feeling a lot angrier and short tempered than before. It was true, he was good natured about not going outside the castle or doing anything of the sort, but he had thought that this would give him sleep. He knew something was going to be done, and he knew he was going to be a part of it. That should stop his nightmares, but it hadn't. If anything, it had made his nightmares worse. Sometimes he found himself sleep walking even, ending up on the other side of the castle with a random weapon in his hands. He didn't know what it meant, but he hadn't hurt anyone, and he hadn't hurt himself, so he wasn't too worried about it. Besides, tonight he wouldn't be able to get out. He had convinced one of the guards to keep his door locked from the outside, and he wouldn't be able to escape. The guard was one he knew well, and their sleep schedules were much the same. Once the guard woke in the morning, he'd unlock the door, and Edmund would be able to get out. It was certainly simple enough, and he sure that no one would or could get hurt.
What Edmund didn't know was that he was slowly being possessed. The poison was slowly making its way through his veins, clutching around his heart and squeezing all of the good from his mind, body, and soul. It was no longer affecting him in a way that it would kill him immediately, but it was going to affect him negatively. Edmund was going to become a slave and a spy to his own mind, and that didn't bode well for the rest of the family. It was like the White Witch all over again, and he'd never forgive himself if he came out of this alive. Shaking his head where he sat, he wondered what he could do today. He was just tired of lying around the castle, but he knew that it was probably the best place for him while he was healing. He wasn't going to admit that though of course, and as he dazed off, he was unware that anyone else was up here at the abandoned stables anymore. He had come up here for solitude and peace and quiet, so he wasn't expecting anyone. When the sudden noise pierced his silence though, he jumped visibly. He launched to his feet, spooking his stallion but not minding right now. Unsheathing his sword, he swayed slightly, still unsteady on his feet from his wounds. Looking around for the potential enemy, his eyes came in contact with the person sprawled across the ground. His eyes widened in surprise when he recognized her, and he sheathed his sword immediately. Going to her, he held out his hand for her to take, and wondered if she would accept his help. "Whysper! Are you alright? Here let me help you." Waiting for her response, he wondered what she was doing up here.
((Haha...I wonder who found that for me? ;D )) |
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Post by iceprincess521 on Jul 30, 2008 22:52:51 GMT -4
((lol. hm, dunno... *whistles innocently*))
Stunned she blinked looked up at him when he held out his hand, wanting to smile. He'd said her name. He had actually remembered her. Flattered and emberassed at the same time, she shyly took his hand and allowed him to help her stand, brushing herself off.
"Yes, sir, I'm fine. Forgive me, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just visiting with the horses and happened to have a bit of an, er... accident on my way back..."
She wondered how odd that sounded, that she was visiting horses. But she did, nearly every day. They were the most intreaguing creatures she'd experienced on land, and she really liked to be around them. They were the most beautiful things she'd seen, in her opinion.
Turning her attention again to the king, she realized she forgot to curtsy and hurridly did so, with a small, polite smile. She wanted to ask why he was out alone, with only his horse (which she couldn't help to notice was beautiful) but didn't want to pry. That would be rude, especially since she was of lower status, and only a messenger girl. |
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