Sted Cair Town Square
You stand in the middle of Sted Cair’s Town Square, the social hub of the township. All around you the citizens of Sted Cair are enjoying the fine weather as they travel through, going about their daily business.
The square itself is somewhat parklike, dominated in the center by a large grey marble statue of Aslan. The lion is seated and looks toward the east where Cair Paravel stands and his own land lies far beyond the ocean. His expression, while impressive, is neither menacing nor sedate. Instead, it simply looks majestic. A plaque underneath the statue simply reads, “Aslan”.
Streets lead in all four directions out of the square. There are buildings at each corner as well. To the northeast is the Explorer’s shop, and the Fruit Market sits under an impressive pavillion to the northwest. The Satyr’s Hoof Tavern lies to the southwest, and Grumich’s Pawnshop is southeast.
Megren laughs. “Well, I’m keeping out of spars with Narnians while on this particular assignment. But I’ll certainly keep it in mind.”
Dreygan says, “Excuses excuses, Aliyah.”
Aliyah bats at Dreygan with her tail. “Do we need to test this again?”
Lanisen follows the path from the castle, keeping out of the way of carts and hooved beasts and anybody moving faster than him, really, which is almost everybody.
Dreygan says, “Nah, I just ventured out here to surround myself with strangers making lots of loud noises.”
Aliyah smirks. “Because that is just what you do every day.” An ear flicks as a new scent wafts on the air. “Lanisen,” she calls.
Megren says, “Well, I think I’ll go find Sir Darrin and Lady Avery and free you two up to have your spar. — Oh, hello, Lanisen.”
Lanisen follows the sound of his name and grins to find Aliyah, his eyes skipping on quickly to Dreygan and Megren. “Hello,” he answers, stepping to join them. His glance tends to skitter a little when it lands on Megren, still, but his pleased expression doesn’t falter.
Megren apologizes, “I’m just heading back to the castle.”
Lanisen says, his face falling slightly, “Oh! Right, sure.”
Megren asks, “Wolves and Foxes later?”
Dreygan sniffs around for the foxes.
Aliyah tries to suppress a laugh, watching Dreygan.
Lanisen says, “Oh! Um, all right? Yeah, that sounds, that sounds good.”
Megren flashes a bright smile. “Good, great.” She turns to the Wolves. “Save some of the sparring for when I can see it.”
Aliyah nods, grinning. “We will be glad to put on the performance of a lifetime. Tell Lady Avery I said hello.”
Lanisen asks, looking back to the wolves, “Sparring?”
Megren says, “I certainly will.”
Dreygan, to Lanisen, says, “We were thinking about it.” To Megren: “It’ll be hard, but we’ll try.”
Megren wrinkles her nose at the Wolf, who can’t see it, realizes this, colors around the ears, and says instead, “I have faith.”
Lanisen pulls his lips between his teeth to hide a smile at Megren.
Aliyah mouths to Megren, “We do that all the time.” She laughs silently.
Dreygan remains oblivious.
Megren backs up toward the castle. “All right, I’m going before it’s supper time and I still haven’t left yet. Happy potential sparring.” She walks backward a few more steps and then turns and heads off.
Lanisen looks back at the wolves as she goes.
Aliyah dips her head to Lanisen. “How are you doing?”
Dreygan continues to be quiet, ears tracking a group of Fauns who amble past.
Lanisen says, “Ahh, well enough, thanks. How about you?”
Aliyah says, “Doing all right.”
Dreygan says, “Doing not much at all. Right now,” he specifies, angling his head towards Aliyah. “Been doing plenty today.”
Lanisen asks, “Yeah? What kind of plenty?”
Aliyah snickers. “Yeah. What he said. What have you been doing? Making nests for the new friend Crenna told me about?”
Dreygan tips his head. “New friend?”
Lanisen asks, “Nests?”
Aliyah gestures to Dreygan’s fluffy, fluffy fur. “Yes. With that. He has plenty to spare. She said there is a bird living by the den. I can’t recall her name. Something sparrow?”
Lanisen asks, amused, “The bird’s name is sparrow?”
Aliyah shakes her head also amused. “Sorry… She is a sparrow named Speckleberry. I can’t keep track of everyone with all of the new people around.”
Lanisen asks, “Speckleberry Sparrow?”
Dreygan says, “Understandable. Just so you remember, I’m Dreygan, I’m the Alpha, if you need any other help just ask me, I know everyone.”
Aliyah bops Dreygan. “Alpha schmalpha. Lies. All you say.” She grins at Lanisen. “Guess her parents were keen on having their kid having a tongue twisting type of name.”
Lanisen says, “It’s definitely got a rhythm to it.”
Aliyah says, “I’ll be interested to meet her. Won’t be surprised if Crenna has adopted her by now.”
Lanisen says toward Dreygan, “You weren’t joking when you said she adopts everything.”
Aliyah laughs. “What do we have now Dreygan? An adopted skunk, otter, and dog? Are there others?”
Dreygan says, “Eh, you.”
Aliyah growls lightly, tugging on Dreygan’s ear though not putting much force behind it. “Seems she adopted you long before she met me.”
Dreygan shoves her with his shoulder. “She can’t adopt me. I’m already family, she’s stuck.”
Lanisen says, “Really, you’re related?”
Dreygan says, “Cousins.”
Aliyah groans dramatically. “I feel so badly for Crenna.”
Dreygan says, “And yet you joined the same pack as me. What a good plan.”
Aliyah pokes him. “For some reason, Tempest likes you. Don’t think she would have appreciated it if I had thrown you off Stormness.”
Lanisen says mildly, “He’s a likable person.”
Aliyah looks in mock horror at Lanisen. “Person? He does not look like any person I’ve ever met… Unless he’s a werewolf hiding his disguise well.”
Dreygan grins. “His judgement’s so much better than yours.” He can’t help adding, “Besides, as if you could.”
Lanisen squints at Aliyah. “Is that not a good word?”
Aliyah grins, chuckling a bit. “Well I mean. He just does look like an ordinary… but fluffy wolf to me, but to each his own.”
Lanisen scratches his head. “You’re neither of you /ordinary/.”
Dreygan says, “‘Course not. Extraordinary, that’s me.”
Aliyah asks, “And do you know any ordinary wolves, Lanisen?”
Lanisen says, ducking his head to smile, “I can’t say I do.”
Dreygan looks like he might respond when a large group of Dwarves file by, chatting loudly and making his ears lay back. Once they’ve passed, he says as if it never happened, “Well, this extraordinary Wolf’s gonna head back to the woods. Had about enough of the town for now.”
Lanisen’s eyes sharpen slightly at Dreygan’s expression, and he looks toward the Dwarves in comprehension. “Of course,” he says, after a small pause. “Do you– Of course.”
Aliyah nods in understanding. “I’ll head back with you… At least some of the way.” She nods to Lanisen. “We’ll probably meet up soon again.”
Lanisen looks relieved at this. “All right,” he answers, his eyes flicking briefly to Dreygan again. “I’ll see you around.”
Dreygan says, “Yeah, think he’s around to stay.” He turns, hesitates, and turns a little more before saying over his shoulder, “Probably. Later, Lanisen.”
Aliyah walks with Dreygan and looks over her shoulder. “I’ve been thinking that myself.” She offers a playful grin to Lanisen.
Lanisen puts his hands in his pockets and ducks his head, grinning slightly. He scuffs one foot in the gravel of the path and heads back to the castle.