Lanisen has found a sheltered, sunny nook in the rocks surrounding the pool to hide himself in. There’s a piece of blank parchment on his knees and a charcoal for writing in his hand, but he doesn’t look like he’s made much progress.
Pheeobe comes to the pool from the trees and begins lapping up the water with her tongue.
Chiltic bobs up and down as he flies along, chirping and tweeting away. He dives upon noticing some sweet, sweet nectar and happily feasts upon the flower’s delightful goodness.
Lanisen lifts his head from his task and watches the Wolf as she comes into his field of vision.
Pheeobe finishes and looks up and around and then begins humming. She believes she is alone so she jumps into the water!
Lanisen isn’t entirely out of sight from Pheeobe’s point of view, or from the Hummingbird’s, but he’s sitting still and quiet and not doing anything in particular to call attention to himself. He grins slightly at the Wolf’s antics.
Chiltic flutters back into air, slowly rotating on the spot upon hearing the loud splash from the wolf’s jump. He flies onwards towards the river now, curious.
Pheeobe splashes around playfully, swimming in circles. and that is when she spots the man. She stops which makes her sink for a moment before coming to the shore to shake out. She then sits, grinning. “I am sorry to interrupt your work. sir.”
Lanisen shifts and folds up his paper to avoid it getting splashed on. “No trouble,” he answers, smiling. His attention shifts past her at the hovering multicolored featherball.
Pheeobe follows his eyes up. “Oh hello little one!” She grins.
Chiltic chirps in greeting, as he locates a strategically placed branch to sit himself down on. “Hello furry one hello furless one! It’s a very nice today isn’t it yes?”
Pheeobe nods excitedly. “It is! Nice and warm!”
Lanisen’s smile widens to a grin. “I remember you!”
Pheeobe looks at the Son of Adam.
Chiltic fidgets, restless! He spreads his wings to take to the sky… only to move himself about an inch down the branch. “So nice, so warm! I would swim too but then I will never fly again and that would be terrible.” The hummingbird nods firmly before gazing towards the human with curious eyes.
Lanisen asks curiously, “Why would you never fly again?”
Pheeobe tilts her head. “Who do you remember?”
Chiltic exclaims, “The water is heavy, oh yes! So so heavy.”
Lanisen says, “This– this fellow, I remember, he was– you were at the hunt, weren’t you? For the stag? I remember talkin’ to you…”
Pheeobe looks up at the Hummingbird. “Water is very heavy on small wings I imagine.”
Chiltic bobs up and down with his entire body in agreement with the wolf. The branch barely moves if at all, a testament to how little he weighs. “Yes! The hunt! It was beautiful, so wonderful!”
Pheeobe smiles at the cheerful Hummingbird and then to the Son of Adam.
Lanisen grins again, but he catches his lower lip between his teeth. “I’ve seen you before, too, haven’t I?” he asks the wolf.
Pheeobe looks at the Son of Adam. “I am not sure….I have met a lot of beings recently. I am Pheeobe of Ulfden. And you?”
Lanisen says, “Lanisen, from Archenland.” He glances at the Hummingbird and half-grins a little apologetically. “Fraid I don’t remember your name either, friend.”
Chiltic takes no offence, cheery as ever. “I’m Chiltic,” he exclaims.
Pheeobe looks up and smiles widely. “I like you already, Chiltic!”
Lanisen says his hellos, bobbing his head toward both the wolf and the hummingbird.
Chiltic flaps his wings happily, lifting himself off the branch. He dives down towards the wolf, before rising up to Lanisen’s height flying around his head. “And I like you too, Phoebe and I like you too, Lanisen!”
Pheeobe laughs loudly and rolls around a bit.
Lanisen turns his head to keep Chiltic in his range of vision, grinning again. “And I like you.”
Chiltic chirps happily. His eyes find themself attracted to Lanisen’s parchment. “What are you writing today are you writing a story or a letter or a poem or a song?”
Pheeobe still laughing a tiny bit, rolls back up to sit and looks at the paper. “It would great if it was a song!”
Lanisen says, “Oh,” and tucks the paper away, turning slightly red. “It’s, it’s not a song, no.”
Pheeobe tilts her head but does not inquire further.
Chiltic stares at Lanisen as he grows red. He glances between him and Phoebe before arriving to the obvious conclusion. “It IS a song and you’re embarrassed! Why would you be embarrassed I am sure you are a good singer,” he says trying to reassure him.
Lanisen blinks. He glances between them, going a little more red. “No, it’s– it’s not, it’s just a letter I was startin’ to my friend, here–” He draws it out and unfolds it to show them, displaying a sheet completely blank except for the salutation, addressed to somebody named “Meg”.
Pheeobe looks to the bird and then reads the name. “Meg…that is a pretty name….”
Lanisen dimples up at this. “I’ll tell her you said so.”
Chiltic bobs up and down in firm agreement. “A very pretty name do I know Meg I do not think I do know Meg but it is a beeeeautiful name…” He wavers in his hovering, before diving towards the ground, casually hunting for nectar…
Pheeobe looks at the man and smiles. “Do you like her?” She goes red at this herself and then shakes her head. “You do not have to answer that.”
Lanisen goes very slightly still, but half-grins at her crookedly and says, “‘Course I do, didn’t I just say she was my friend?”
Pheeobe laughs. “I think you know I meant more than friends…but I will leave it at that.” Pheeobe looks up at Chiltic. “You finding much?”
Chiltic pulls his lengthy beak out of a flower, and bobs up and down energetically. He zooms on back over to the Pheobe and Lanisen. “Delicious delicious nectar!”
Pheeobe hears a bark in the distance and looks to the pair. “I need to be going. It was nice meeting you two!” She then runs off
Lanisen lowers his head as the wolf darts off. He stares down at the letter and pulls his lips between his teeth.
Chiltic chirps a farewell for the wolf, before darting back over to the human. “You haven’t written much is there too much to say do you not know what to say to your friend Meg?”
Lanisen says, “Mm, there’s a lot to tell her. I don’t know where to start, really.”
Chiltic pauses for a moment, thinking. “Why not start on the start? If you start from the start you can just say eeeeverything from the beginning!”
Lanisen grins, a little tiredly, and folds up the paper again to put away. “Maybe I’ll give that a go,” he agrees.
Chiltic says, “If you saw her here and had to say what you have to say you could not plan what to say but you can only let your mouth run and say what you want to say.” He nods firmly. This makes excellent sense to him.
Lanisen follows this with some difficulty. “Ye-es,” he agrees cautiously.
Chiltic chatters on. “You can say what you want to say to her but if you worry how you will say then you will never end up saying and that will not be good…”
Lanisen says, “Well,” and pauses. He picks at a corner of the paper, frowning a little absently. “Maybe there’s– maybe some things, if you can’t say ’em right, maybe it’s… maybe it /would/ be better not to say ’em.”
Chiltic asks, “You think it is better to never ever say them instead of saying them a little wrong?”
Lanisen says, “Well– maybe? Don’t you think?”
Chiltic says, “They will never know and that would be no good…”
Lanisen says, “Well. If it’s somethin’–” He stops there, and makes a face, and gives up.
Chiltic darts around Lanisen’s head as he muses. “Maybe it is hard to say it and maybe you will be frustrated trying to say it the right way but I think it would be a mistake to say nothing at all and that will only lead to even more frustration!”
Lanisen looks dissatisfied. “Maybe it’s–” He pauses. “Maybe it’s somethin’ I shouldn’t say at all.”
Chiltic brings himself to a stop, hovering on the spot. “You don’t think you should say it anymore?”
Lanisen says, “I don’t know, I don’t know, it’s–” He makes another face and looks at Chiltic. “Don’t you get tired, hoverin’ like that?”
Chiltic says, “I can get tired but nectar helps and did you know that some other birds cannot hover it’s very sad.” He dips his head, sympathetic for the crows and others who are unable to fly quite like him.
Lanisen says, “I’ve never seen anybody else hover like you.”
Chiltic lands down on the branch once again, finally resting. “But other birds can walk and I cannot so that is only fair!” He seems happy with this arrangement, however.
Lanisen blinks. “/Really/!”
Chiltic exclaims, “Really!”
Lanisen says, “Well,” and considers. “I guess I’d rather fly everywhere than walk, if I were a bird.”
Chiltic shuffles along the branch, but that is about it. “Do you ever dream of flying?”
Lanisen pauses. “Sometimes I do. They’re good dreams.”
Chiltic says, “It would be nice if you could come into the sky with the other birds and fly around us… You’d be the biggest of us all!” He chirps away, amused.
Lanisen glances up at him sidelong, grinning crookedly again. “Sprout wings, like the first horse.”
Chiltic laughs. “Yes! Yes! Just like that!”
Lanisen says wistfully, “Bet it’s fun.”
Chiltic bobs up and down. “It is so fun! I can fly high and see all for miles and go whatever way I like even if there are trees or rivers in the way for you! My wings are fast, so so fast.”
Lanisen says, “I can’t even see ’em movin’!”
Chiltic chirps cheerily at this. “The fastest!” He shuffles along, settling his wings… for now. “What is it like to run?”
Lanisen asks, “To run? Um…” He squints up one eye. “You get all hot and out of breath, and sometimes you get a pain in your side. It’s not very nice.”
Chiltic exclaims, “Oh, you don’t think it’s a good thing? But so many others seem to like running!”
Lanisen says doubtfully, “Maybe it’s nice for some people?”
Chiltic considers this. “Maybe! Maybe.”
Lanisen says, “The dogs at the castle sure like it.”
Chiltic exclaims, “Exactly! Do you have to chase them is that why you don’t always like it?”
Lanisen says, “Nahh, it’s– nahh.”
Chiltic shuffles along the branch, fidgety as always. “How many dogs are at the castle?”
Lanisen says, “Um–” and pauses to count. “About– a dozen and a half, now.”
Nimera pads into the clearing to take a drink of the pool. She catches the tail end of this conversation and wrinkles her nose. She flicks her tail.
Chiltic asks innocently, “And what are all their names?” He looks over the top of Lanisen’s head, catching the sight of the leopard. “Hello, hello!” he exclaims.
Lanisen starts automatically, “Nia, Tohol, Kite, Maisie, Auryon, Vira, Sorrel, Wren–” but halts when Chiltic greets Nimera.
Nimera looks up and dips her head, “Hello there.” She addresses the Hummingbird first, “I do not believe we have met. I am Nimera.” She sounds a bit formal though that could just be how she speaks.
Chiltic nods for Lanisen, before he spreads his wings and darts over to the leopard, bobbing up and down in way of greeting. “That’s a nice name, Nimera! I’m Chiltic”, he says.
Lanisen ducks his head at her in a friendly, polite sort of way.
Nimera says, “Nice to meet you, Chiltic.” She then addresses the son of Adam, “Good day, Lanisen.”
Lanisen answers, “Afternoon.”
Chiltic hovers on the spot, wavering ever so slightly… “I need to find food, I am feeling hungry and tired.” He swoops down darting between the two. “Goodbye Nimera, goodbye Lanisen!” With this, he zooms out of sight.
Nimera dips her head, “Good day.” She watches the hummingbird zoom off. “It is remarkable how fast they can fly, is it not?”
Lanisen says, “Oh! ‘Bye…” He blinks after Chiltic and lifts his eyebrows, nodding in agreement.
Nimera turns her attention on the Man, “You enjoying your stay here in Lantern Waste?”
Lanisen says, shifting where he sits near the pool, “I am, yeah.” He glances at the waterfall. “We got a waterfall behind the castle at home, but it’s nothin’ like this.”
Nimera sits down on her haunches, curling her tail around her legs. “Ah yes, I think I remember that. Anvard is very nicely constructed though much too busy for my taste.”
Lanisen glances back at her, smiling a little wryly. “It’s usually not as busy as you seen it.”
Nimera may smirk though that may be the trick of the light, “I suppose so. There was a big hullabaloo when I was there.”
Lanisen says, “‘S one word for it.”
Nimera asks, “Are you going to return or stay here?”
Lanisen asks, “What?”
Nimera assesses him with her gaze, “Are you planning on making Narnia your new home?”
Lanisen says, “Um–” and comes to a rather confused halt.
Nimera just sits there staring at him expectantly.
Lanisen rubs the back of his neck. “Um… I hadn’t… I live in, I live in Archenland.”
Nimera dips her head, “I suppose Narnia is not for everyone.”
Lanisen says, “No, that’s not–” He pauses and pulls his lips between his teeth, then confesses, “I love Narnia.”
Nimera looks proud, “Narnia is a wonderful place. Yes, we have our trials but I know that at the end of the day, the Lion will guide us.”
Lanisen glances at her at this.
Nimera stares back at him, “Yes?”
Lanisen breaks the stare. “Sorry, nothin’.”
Nimera hmms before saying bluntly, “You are aware that I will not eat you, right?”
Lanisen blinks at her, and then breaks into a grin. “I mean,” he says, his eyes glinting with mirth. “It wasn’t somethin’ I was /real/ worried about, but it’s good to hear anyway, I suppose.”
Nimera flicks her tail, “Good, I was worried.” She says this without much emotion so it is hard to tell if she is joking or not.
Lanisen looks at her carefully to see, and then his grin widens.
Nimera flicks her tail, “Where have you been in the Waste?”
Lanisen says, “Um– the, the garden, over east of the Lamp-post; the watchtower. I followed the river a bit, both banks. I got lost in the piney part west of the watchtower, but a Bear set me right.”
Nimera dips her head, “That is fortunate. These woods can be complicated.”
Lanisen blows out a breath and agrees.
Nimera asks, “How long will you stay?”
Lanisen says, “I don’t know. Not much longer, I think.”
Nimera dips her head, “Well, It was nice to meet you. Even if our chats were brief.”
Lanisen tilts his head at her. “Thank you. I’m glad to have met you too.”
Again, there is a slight smirk though it could be another trick of the light. “That is what they all say.”
Lanisen says, “I’m sure they do.”
Nimera flicks her tail, “Sarcasm will get you nowhere.”
Lanisen lifts his eyebrows at her.
Nimera looks around, “Where is your friend?”
Lanisen asks, “Tohol?”
Nimera nods, “I was unaware that you had other friends with you.”
Lanisen says, “Ohh, there’s a couple different people that could’ve meant.”
Nimera looks slightly interested, “Oh?”
Lanisen shrugs. “Maybe you meant Adara.”
Nimera hmms, “I believe I have only met her once.”
Lanisen says, “Well. Tohol’s back at the cave.”
Nimera tips her head, “And he just stays there? Waiting for you. get back?”
Lanisen says, “Well. In the area, he does. He stays in that– in the rock space, you know.”
Nimera answers, “The Basin?”
Lanisen asks, “Is that what it’s called? I like that.”
Nimera corrects herself, “It is officially called Selale Basin. Many Beasts live there, including myself and my sister.”
Lanisen asks curiously, “Your sister?”
Nimera lets out a brief sigh, “I am surprised you haven’t seen her galavanting around the Waste. Though I suppose she is running messages for the Guard now.”
Lanisen pauses to think. “Does she look like you?”
Nimera shakes her head, “No, she is a black panther. We do not know where she came from. My brother and I are normal Leopard.” Again, a slight smirk, “I think she might be adopted but I cannot prove that theory.”
Lanisen laughs, surprised. “Does your brother live near here too, then?”
Nimera says, “”No, He works for the Castle so I am sure he is busy.” She flicks her tail. “Sigyn had moved up here to join the Guard. I moved up here for a different experience.” She then turns it back on him, “What of you? Any annoying siblings?””
Lanisen is sitting near the pool, perched on one of the rocks, talking with Nimera. He laughs and looks down. “Um. I got one sister, Cass. She lives the next town over from the castle, I don’t get to see her much.”
Nimera assesses him with her gaze, “I see. Younger or older?”
Lanisen says, “Younger, six years younger.”
Jana walks through the brush from the south side of the pool.
Nimera ahs, “So younger just like Sigyn.” Her ears catch movement and she turns her head, “Hello.” Her voice is formal again and her gaze is neither friendly or unfriendly.
Lanisen says, getting up, “Adara, hey!”
Jana nods once to the leopard. “Hey. Just finished my loop,” she says to Lanisen.
Nimera flicks her tail, not saying anything.
Lanisen asks, “Yeah? Anything interesting?”
Jana says, “Nah. Birds’re chirpin, leaves’re leafin, dirt’s doing what ever the crook dirt does.”
Nimera regards the woman neutrally, “I suppose nothing to report is better than something to report.”
Jana says, “Reckon.”
Lanisen asks, “Where’re you off to now?”
Jana says, “Home. I got a bit, though.”
Lanisen says, “All right.”
Nimera flicks her tail, “Well, I will let you two talk. I should continue my hunting.”
Lanisen says, “Oh, ‘course. It was good to see you.”
Jana says, “Seeya.”
Nimera pads off into the forest.
Lanisen watches her go and rubs the back of his neck, tucking away a piece of folded paper as he does so.
Jana says, “Whatcha got.”
Lanisen says, “Just– tryin’ to write Meg back.”
Jana says, “Ah, yeah.”
Jana says, “Ain’t help on that.”
Lanisen says, “I’m not askin’ for you to.”
Jana says, “Suppose not.”
Lanisen rubs his elbow. “Anyway, I’m not makin’ any headway. What do you want to do?”
Jana says, “Ain’t got anything in mind.”
Lanisen says, “All right.” He backs to a boulder and sits down, drawing up his legs after him. “It’s nice out.”
Jana says, “I reckon.”
Lanisen is quiet for a moment. “I’m thinkin’ I’ll head towards home next week.”
Jana says, “Ah.”
Lanisen glances at her.
Jana says, “All right.”
Lanisen hesitates, looking at her carefully, then nods.
Jana says, “Been nice to have you.”
Lanisen says, “Thanks for– thanks.”
Lanisen asks, “Is there anything you need, that I can do?”
Jana says, “Nah.”
Lanisen says, “All right.”
Jana sucks her teeth.
Lanisen glances at her uncertainly.
Jana says, “What do you need for the trip.”
Lanisen says, “Um– I’ll… Not, not much.”
Jana says, “What, though.”
Lanisen says, “I dunno. Food, food for the road, I guess.”
Jana says, “Sure. What’d you like.”
Lanisen turns slightly red. “I don’t know.”
Jana looks skeptical.
Lanisen says, “…Bread?”
Jana says, “Mhm.”
Jana says, “Bread then.”
Lanisen looks uncomfortable, but not entirely sure how to get out of it, so he offers a grateful, slightly worried half-grin.
Jana says, “What else.”
Lanisen says helplessly, “Um? I don’t know.”
Jana says, “Well, you got a week to think.”
Lanisen says, “Guess so.”
Jana says, “All right.”
Lanisen asks, “Are you tired of walkin’?”
Lanisen asks, “What’s that mean?”
Jana says, “Ain’t know.”
Lanisen pushes his mouth to the side.
Jana says, “Why.”
Lanisen says, “Kinda felt like walkin’ down along the river. It’s not important, though.”
Jana says, “Sure.”
Lanisen asks, “You don’t want a rest?”
Jana gestures for him to lead.
Lanisen hesitates, then begins along the edge of the pool toward the river.