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Post by Becca Masterson on Jul 12, 2008 21:32:58 GMT -5
Rebecca was bored. Utterly and terribly bored. Boredom did not become her. She did not enjoy the feeling. She did not enjoy feeling as if she had absolutely nothing to do. Usually she was being mildly entertained by her group of so-called friends, but they were off doing their own thing…oddly enough. Who had their own thing to do when Becca was bored? She lay on her bed in her chambers, the blue velvet curtains hanging were opened, pulled at the corners of the four-poster. Her hand was laying lightly over her eyes as she moaned pathetically, willing someone to hear her and ask her what they could do for her. After all, she needed to practice for when she was Queen.
No one came to her, though, and no one tried to entertain her. Becca sat up in her bed, her red curls falling around her shoulders, and she looked around her bedroom. "Well, fine then, I will just get up and walk around the courtyard – perhaps then I will be entertained." Becca shoved the blankets off herself and stood from the bed, getting ready at her leisurely pace. She brushed out her hair and braided it over her left shoulder, then slipped on a deep purple gown that was very light in material but couldn't be seen through. After checking herself to make sure she looked nothing short of fantastic, Becca turned from her mirror and left her bedroom; her feet carrying her toward the courtyard without much thought about it.
Her gown breezed over the stone flooring as she turned corners, her eyes straight ahead of her as she thought about what she was doing wrong. Peter wasn't accepting any of her advances. Was she really that repellent? No. Becca wouldn't allow herself to believe that. There was no way Becca Masterson was repellent. She burst out into the courtyard and surveyed the area easily, taking in the flirting ladies of the court and the lords. It made her sick. A few looked over in her direction, but they were all too sucked into their own business to give Becca a second glance.
With a frustrated sigh, Becca turned around to leave – just when she spotted someone crossing the path of the entrance, not only blocking her view but stunning her into momentary silence. Perhaps there was hope for her afternoon yet. With a bedazzling smile, Becca glided over to the man who had stopped to look around the courtyard as she had moments before, "Hello, there. You look quite taken in by Cair Paravel. Are you new here?"
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Jonathan Hender
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It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
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Post by Jonathan Hender on Jul 12, 2008 22:54:33 GMT -5
Flabbergasted! Jonathan was completely and utterly flabbergasted. He was in Narnia? No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't remember the country Narnia on the map. Yet he had never really paid attention in that class much anyway. If he wasn't sleeping, he was staring at the pretty girl across the aisle way. Yet here Jon was, walking across the field of this "Narnia". The man he had met pointed him to Cair Paravel, where he said he could get a change of clothes, as well as a warm bath and a fresh meal. The male didn't hesitate to begin walking to this place that held food. But when he found out it was a castle, his jaw dropped open. Jon had always wanted to visit France to see the Versailles palace. He could only assume it was as breath taking as this.
Jonathan was ushered inside by an odd looking creature, one he could simply gawk at. With the head and torso of a man placed atop the body of a horse, it "clip-clopped" down the halls, leading the male to a small room. He was told he this would be his room for the night, and that dinner would be served later on. Being left alone, Jon stared at the door after the creature had closed it, unsure if he was dreaming or not. Shaking his head, he moved to the window and looked down upon a courtyard. Thinking that the fresh air might clear his head of any day dreams or hallucinations he might be having, he wandered into the hall until he finally found the doorway to the courtyard.
Jonathan had just wandered into the lush gardens when a woman approached him. Her gown, extremely elegant, made him looked under dressed in his undershirt, jeans, and work boots. He looked at her a moment, taking her in before blinking. She was quite beautiful, he would give her that, but that was an...heiress attitude to her that he could sense from. "Yes actually. I'm, uh, new to Narnia, in fact...We're still in Narnia, correct?" His English accent was slightly thick, and never having pronounced the word "Narnia" he didn't know if she would actually understand him. His attention was taken away from the lady as he looked around the courtyard, at the men and women lavishly dressed, and at the creatures that walked by every so often. Looking back at the lady, Jon had a quizzical look on his face. Forgive me for being, naive. But, ah, who lives here? A man by the name of Edmund sent me here, though I had no idea I would be arriving at a palace!
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Post by Becca Masterson on Jul 13, 2008 20:57:47 GMT -5
"Yes actually. I'm, uh, new to Narnia, in fact...We're still in Narnia, correct?"
Becca managed an amused smile and tucked a red curl behind her ear, "Why, yes. Narnia is everything from the Lantern Waste to Cair Paravel, which is where we are now. If you go off into the ocean, you leave Narnia. However, I don't think we'll allow you to get that far. We rarely send people out." She shrugged nonchalantly here as she looked around the courtyard, trying not to show too much interest in him. What if Peter were watching? She had noticed that he had a thick English accent, which probably meant he was from the city – London. While Becca had meandered into Narnia a long while ago, she still remembered what life had been like back on Earth – much unlike anyone else in Narnia.
"Forgive me for being, naive. But, ah, who lives here? A man by the name of Edmund sent me here, though I had no idea I would be arriving at a palace!"
She looked back over at him in slight shock. Edmund had sent him here, but he didn't know that Edmund was a King of Narnia? Well, then, Becca had some teaching to do. She smiled brightly and gestured in front of her slightly, "Why don't we walk around a bit and I'll explain everything to you?" Without waiting for much of a reply, she led the way out of the courtyard down the corridor toward the library, walking at a leisurely pace and keeping her hands to herself for once. "This is Cair Paravel, as I have stated before, and it's a castle, if you hadn't noticed. But also a city. The lower you go, the closer to the city you are. You are currently in the royal wing, where the Kings and Queens reside – along with the Ladies and Lords of the Court; such as myself." She sent him a brilliant smile and a slight dip of her head before turning a left to head toward the great hall.
"It's…quite funny you should ask who resides here, for you've met him already. King Edmund the Just," she looked at the man to see his reaction before continuing at a slow pace, "King Edmund is the youngest boy of the four rulers. His elder brother King Peter the Magnificent is the high king and also the eldest child. Right after him is Queen Susan the Gentle and the youngest is Queen Lucy the Valiant. Each of them were crowned by Aslan himself." Becca pushed open a door to her right after she finished her tale, and stepped inside a large dining area, "Are you hungry Sir….? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
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Jonathan Hender
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It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.
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Post by Jonathan Hender on Jul 13, 2008 22:47:44 GMT -5
Jonathan followed the lady down the hallways, listening to her all the while. When she mentioned that the Edmund he had met in the woods was really a king of Narnia, the shock was clearly evident on his face. He supposed it was possible; the man had been dressed in elegantly made clothes which he had only seen in the innermost part of the castle. As the topic turned to Aslan, Jon could only imagine a figure that resembled a pope. Yet he could not think of a time in history where the pope crowned the kings and queens of a country. This...Aslan fellow, he's like a pope? Er..he has the authority of a pope? Or is he of a higher relativity?
Jonathan followed the lady into a large dining room that lay in secret behind two large doors. The smell of the room made his stomach clench in hunger, realizing he hadn't eaten since the afternoon before hand. Her words brought Jon out of his own head, nodding. Jonathan Hender is the name. Call me Jon, no sir. And I'm famished actually. Anything to eat would be delightful, if it's not too much trouble.
Reason For Edit: unfinished post
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