Peridot’s eyes follow his toward the tent and then go back to the Prince. She bows again. “Thank you, your highness. I want to do my part for their Majesties as well. They have been good to us beasts.”
Cor says, “I’m sure we — I’m sure we all want that.” He takes a breath. “Lord Peridan might be better to talk to.”
Peridan ducks out of the tent, rubbing his forehead for a moment before straightening his shoulders and walking toward the fire where the others are gathered.
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Lanisen is sitting at a fire a little after sunset, wrapped in a blanket. He has the same pale, bloodshot, anxious look as many in the party, and watches the path east into the trees without any particular focus.
Wintermoor draws close to the gathering Circle, pausing to take in those assembled there.
Lanisen resettles in his blanket and sniffs, chilled. He glances up automatically toward the Centaur, looking at his face to see if there’s any news, then looks down at the fire.
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Aliyah has moved away from the fire by this point, her coat dry. She is, however, sprawled out on her side. Being full will do that to a wolf. Her eyes remain open and alert, and her head raises as the deer appears. “Wilfry?” she offers him a smile.
Wilfry’s head snaps in the direction of Aliyah’s voice. When he spots her, his posture relaxes and he hops over a fallen log and moves toward her. “Have they got back yet?” he asks eagerly.
Aliyah shakes her head. “No, they haven’t.” She moves into a sitting position.
Wilfry frowns. “What’s taking them so long? It’s been /hours/.”
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Edmund is standing speaking to Aliyah. His face and hair are wet and his collar looks to be slightly damp, but he looks to be in good spirits.
Aliyah looks amused while speaking to Edmund. She’s overly full and also seems like she might fall over at any time from food-induced fatigue.
Lanisen walks through the orchard, following the general stream of merrymaking, though he seems to be alone for the moment.
Leon waves over to the newcomer. “Good evening, friend! Join us!”
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The Narnian wilds surrounds you in a beautiful, shady tapestry. Fall has woven together reds, oranges, and golds, accented by the occasional evergreen. Even here, where the forest is more open, leaves crinkle constantly underfoot.
Near the walnut tree, a bonfire crackles merrily, warming the crisp, Autumn air. Beasts gather around it, chatting and laughing together. A Dormouse roasts walnuts beside the bonfire, and the scent of cinnamon and honey permeates the air. Nut shells are scattered about the ground as the talkers munch away.
Lanisen walks alone through the orchard, eating an apple. He pauses every now and then to chat briefly with acquaintances, but mostly keeps to himself.
A faun wearing a pale blue scarf (Leon) is himself being kept quite busy with making music, the faun playing a slow, quiet tune on his pipes. He watches the son of adam with some interest, only pausing his tune long enough to say, “Enjoying the evening, stranger?”
Lanisen pauses politely, glancing toward the faun. “Yes, thank you,” he answers. “It’s a nice night.”
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