NarniaMUCK

I received the following log from Corin. It describes the events around Rabadash's arrival at Sted Cair. He didn't ask that it be submitted for the log contest, but asked for it to be posted so that everyone could catch up on the Major Events.

The Great Hall of Cair Paravel

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You stand in a MOST impressive chamber. It is quite large, with greystone walls that stretch upward to a high, pearlescent ceiling above. Tall, thin windows in the west wall allow sunlight to stream in, adding a bright and almost cheerful air to a room that might otherwise seem oppressive and solemn.

The floor is paved in colored tiles and neatly swept, and all around you sit long tables and accompanying benches that run the length of the room, each covered in a white cloth and set with plates. Candleabras are set at intervals, all of which are lit and casting a nice, warm glow. Running down the center of each table is a garland of flowers -- gifts from the dryads and hamadryads that inhabit the Eastern Wilds nearby. Along the east wall, a recessed terrace sits about 3 feet higher than the rest of the room. A fine table sits there, set with fine, golden candleabras, china dishes and crystal goblets. Four thrones sit behind it, plainly intended for the Kings and Queens of Narnia, as well as several velvet-covered chairs intended for their high lords. A large, red banner with a lion embroidered on it hangs down the front, its matching golden fringe trailing on the dais. A low staircase to one side leads up onto the terrace.

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Susan walks into the Great Hall from the southern doorway and tower. She attempts to be casual as she checks that her attire is properly straight and her hair remains in place.

Corin follows after a few moments later, appearing to come straight from his own quarters. His hair is unkempt and his tunic a touch creased, suggesting a recent nap. "Oh," he says as he rubs his eyes. "Hullo, Susan."

Susan turns to face the familiar voice of the prince. "Hello, Prince Corin," she says as she turns to greet him. When he comes in full sight her surprise is evident on her features. "Oh... look at you..." She walks over to the prince. "I'm glad you're rested, but we can't let you go to the festivities looking like this."

Corin takes a moment to sort through that the Queen has said. Then he runs his hands through his hair a few times and tugs ineffectually at the base of his tunic. "Oh, I didn't think about that. It'll be alright, though, won't it? I mean, the crowds didn't come all this way to see /me/, after all. I want to see /them/!"

Susan reaches over and assists the prince in taming his hair, helping to at least make that presentable. She nods. "I suppose so. The tunic is not so noticeable, at least. You are still a Prince and representative of Archenland. I am certain that Lord Tyre and Sir Darrin should like to see you, and others will be interested to meet you."

Corin perks up. "Oh, are /they/ here? Already?" He rakes through his hair with his fingers, taking a good deal more care this time. "Alright, Queen Susan, I'll do my best." The stupor of sleep seems to be falling away, to be replaced with some determination.

Susan nods. "They are. They both arrived about two days ago. I know that you will, Prince Corin." She smiles, though her nerves are not so easily masked. "I should make my way to the beach, in case Ed and Lu are delayed. Are you ready to go?"

Corin takes a deep breath and nods, as if bracing himself for a plunge in a cold pool. "I think so."

Susan places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. This gesture seems as much a comfort for herself as it is intended to be one for him. "Then let us go together." She removes her hand and leads the way out of the castle and to the beach.

The Beach near Sted Cair

================================================================================ You stand along the stretch of beach between the peninsula of Cair Paravel and the mouth of the Great River. The normally quiet spot has been dressed up as if for a grand party, laid out with tables of food, and arrayed in fine, floaty cloth, ribbons, banners, and flower garlands on willowy poles and trellises. The waves are low and calm, thanks to the sheltering influence of Cair Paravel.

Eastward, you can see the Great Eastern Ocean stretching clear out to the horizon. Its waters are blue, and its waves lap at the shore with a rhythmic sound that is almost hypnotic. Sunlight glints across the surface, making it seem to dance.

A footpath leads southwest here, toward the road leading south from Sted Cair. Another path leads north, toward Cair Paravel. ================================================================================

Susan follows the road southward from Cair Paravel, walking with Prince Corin toward the beach. When they arrive, she walks over to inspect the trappings that have been laid out for the occasion and to speak to a few of the attendants present.

Corin drags his feet through the sand as he trots along beside the Queen. He seems less interested in the arrangements than in the strange new faces on the beach. Not speaking immediately, he remains within a few paces of Susan at all times.

Tyre has arrived early, and sits in one of the chairs provided, as much "in the corner" as one can be while on a beach. His hands are gathered in his lap and his eyes slightly magnified by his glasses. He rises upon the arrival of the royalty and bows.

Darrin has arrived shortly before the festivities. He lingers along the outskirts, taking in the surroundings. He is crouched down in the sand and examining a shell when Queen Susan arrives. He sets the shell down and stands, bowing deeply at the waist. His eyes fall on the boy with her.

Susan finishes her brief discussions with the attendants and seems satisfied that all is in order. She first turns to their noble guests, smiles and inclines her head to Tyre and Darrin. As Tyre is closer, she first takes a few steps in his direction. "Good day, Lord Tyre."

Tyre bows again, hastily, "Ah, yes, yes, thank you, Queen Susan, you, you also. This is, ahh, very nice."

Darrin moves to join his cousin and the Queen. He bows deeply again and smiles. "Good day Your majesty."

Corin studies the two suitors out of the corner of his eye, attempting to look absorbed with something else in the distance. His hands are clasped behind his back as he hangs back a couple of paces.

Susan smiles. "Thank you, Lord Tyre. I do hope that you will enjoy the festivities." She looks to Darrin and nods once more. She smiles. "Good day, Sir Darrin." She asks them both, "We haven't kept you waiting long, have we?"

Petria makes her way cheerfully, down the path from the Town Square to the beach.

Tyre says, "Ahhh, no, no, no, of course not."

Darrin shakes his head and smiles, "No, your Majesty."

A sleek, yet ostentacious, Calormene ship approaches the beach, sails furled and preparing to dock not far away. At its prow, a dramatic figure can be seen standing proudly.

Corin steps to the Queen Susan's side and asks abruptly, "How do you like the beach, Lord Tyre? If you have to be waiting somewhere, it's pretty fun, isn't it?"

Petria makes her way towards the gathering, bowing to Queen Susan and Corin as she nears and greeting Corin

Tyre says, "Ahh, oh, ahh, hello." He glances around uncertainly, "Ahh, yes, well, mother does say one ought to, ought to, ought to, ah, get plenty of fresh air.""

Darrin opens his mouth to address the boy when his eye catches the ship. He turns to face it, composing his expression from amazement into something more nuetral.

Susan smiles. "I am pleased to hear that," she says in response to Tyre and Darrin's first answers. While Corin asks his questions, she also catches sight of the ship and looks out toward the water. "I believe our final guest has arrived."

As the ship comes to a majestic halt, skilled sailors begin throwing ropes and tying off others, securing the ship before slipping out the gangplank. The figure leaves his post to sweep down the narrow walkway, a flock of slaves and servants following behind.

Corin seems perplexed by Tyre's reply, but is distracted as all eyes turn toward the ship. He leans closer to the Queen, asking in a voice that is clearly impressed, "Is that that Calormene prince?"

Tyre catches his hands behind his back in a sort of stance of attention, his eyes also going to the ship.

Susan nods gently and she replies to Corin. "Yes, it must be Prince Rabadash." She watches the ship and the figure and following contigent.

Petria herself watches goings on about the ship with a certain sort of awe herself

Darrin leisurely joins his hands behind his back, his demeanor relaxed. He watches the figure on the prow as the ship draws near.

Rabadash approaches the group, head held high and walk regal. One of his servants runs before, announcing, "Prince Rabadash, son of the Tisroc, may he live forever!"

Corin blinks as he watches the fine procession. His jaw is set as if biting his tongue.

A son of adam wearing worn robes follows at a deferential distance, head lowered, part of the procession of servants. He is burdened with a basket of exotic fruit.

Susan watches as the Calormene prince comes closer. Once he has been announced she dips into a short curtsy. "On behalf of Their Majesties the High King Peter, King Edmund, Queen Lucy, and myself, welcome, Prince Rabadash, to Cair Paravel and to Narnia."

Darrin's gaze moves from the splendor of the foreign Prince to his entourage, coming to rest on the servants. His expression remains nuetral as he slowly brings his gaze to the Prince.

Tyre bows deferentially to the approaching prince from where he stands, his hands fumbling with his glasses to keep them in place.

Darrin bows at the waist, taking a cue from Queen Susan and Lord Tyre.

Corin takes a moment before giving a perfunctory bow of his own.

Petria makes a Canine bow of her own.

Rabadash strides to Susan, ignoring the others and halting before her. He sweeps into an elegant bow. "Greetings, oh fair Queen Susan. I have longed for the day to at last set eyes upon your fabled beauty. And yet, even such tales do you no justice. You are as the sun to a man who has lived in darkness."

Tyre blinks several times, adjusts his glasses, glances at those gathered around, and blinks again.

Darrin straightens and watches the Prince impassively.

Petria simply watches, tail swinging back and forth.

The Prince's entourage move carefully into formation around the banner of their homeland.

Susan is unable to keep a blush from rising to her features. She smiles gently and manages after a pause to say, "You are too kind, Prince Rabadash. It is a pleasure to meet you. We have heard much of you from your ambassadors."

Corin stays rooted to his spot by the Queen. A slight frown mars his features as he observes Susan's reaction to the prince. His tongue, however, remains schooled.

Rabadash straightens, his gaze drifting briefly across those gathered. "And I of you, though no words could compare to the truth. The sun shines brighter upon our long-awaited meeting. But ah, I fear I have forgotten myself." He turns, summoning the fruit-bearing slave with an imperious flick of his wrist.

Darrin remains still, cool, and composed. He watches the proceedings with interest.

A son of adam wearing worn robes steps quickly forward, holding out the heavy basket and bowing deeply as he does so.

Rabadash turns back to the Queen as his summons are answered. "Pray accept this meager offering in return for your bountiful hospitality. I bring fruit, native to my own distant home, for you to savor at your leisure." He gestures towards the basket, filled with citrus, pomegranates, and other such fruit. "And for you, oh most lovely of queens, a gift that pales in comparison to the one I present it to..." He draws out a jade necklace, proffering it to Queen Susan.

A son of adam wearing worn robes sets the fruit basket deferentially down near the Queen and steps back into the formation of slaves, carefully averting his gaze from the assembled Narnians.

Corin observes the obsequious behaviour of the slave, curious.

Darrin's eyes follow the man who sets down the basket as he moves back into the formation. When his gaze returns to the Prince, his jaw stiffens faintly.

Petria's tail stills watching the scene before her, waiting if Queen Susan should have need of her.

Susan observes the man with the basket, a look of concern crossing her features momentarily, though eased somewhat when he sets the heavy basket down. "Thank you, Prince Rabadash." she says after he describes the fruit. She looks back to the Calormene Prince and the necklace, looking over the offered piece. She extends her hand to him to take the proffered token. "Why... I must thank you again, Prince Rabadash. I have never seen such a necklace. It is truly beautiful."

Rabadash gently lays it in her hand with a bow. "As it must be, to be worthy of a place upon the most fair Queen."

Tyre surreptitiously removes his glasses and cleans them.

Corin rolls his eyes when he thinks no one is watching, and eventually they come to rest on the basket. He pauses, casting a furtive glance about the assembly before leaning down to snatch a pomegranate.

A son of adam wearing worn robes visibly tenses as he notices the child snatch the pomegranate but remains still.

Darrin observes the boy's reaction. He frowns faintly.

Susan smiles, her blush deepening slightly. "You are most generous." She briefly pauses to regain her composure before she glances again to the others, not having noticed Corin and the pomegranate. "Perhaps now would be an appropriate time for some introductions."

Rabadash's eyes flash down at the snatching and one hand twitches towards his ivory hilted sword. However, the reaction is so brief as to be unnoticeable and he raises his gaze and head immediately. He nods courteously.

Corin holds the forbidden fruit behind his back and freezes as he comes to recognize the peculiar looks around the assembly. After a moment, he ducks his head a little and slips the pomegranate back with the same quickness and stealth as when he stole it.

Darrin's eyes remain on the boy and foreign Prince, his faint frown still lingering a moment before it smooths back into an expression of nuetrality.

Tyre takes an apple from the table beside him and moves over to where Corin is, standing slightly in front of him and holding the apple behind his back.

Susan gently motions to the young boy standing near her. "Prince Corin of Archenland. He is staying with us here in Cair Paravel, training with Their Majesties, King Peter and King Edmund."

Petraverd twitches his ears, head tilted slightly as he watches the proceedings with interest.

Corin gives Lord Tyre a wordless, grateful glance before the Queen's words startle him back into attention. A flush heats his cheeks as he steps forward to face the prince. With all the grace he can muster, he bends at the waist this time and says, "Welcome to Cair Paravel, Prince Rabadash."

Rabadash nods towards the younger Prince, smiling charmingly, though he is still angled rather towards the Queen. "Many thanks, Oh Prince Corin."

Tyre moves slguthly out of the way for this interaction, the apple still mostly hidden from view, though he looks equally jostled by the movement of attention to his general locale.

Darrin watches Tyre and a faint tug occurs at the corner of his mouth.

Susan smiles, appearing pleased by Corin's introduction. She gives a small nod. She gestures in turn to each as she introduces them. "Lord Tyre of Chesterton and Sir Darrin of Coghill, also of Archenland."

Lola listens quietly to the introductions, whitle taking a mental note of names with faces.

Rabadash nods briefly to each of the two, his gaze somewhat more measuring as he takes a moment to examine them both. "'Tis a pleasure. May our aquaintence be fair and joyful."

Darrin gives a small bow at his name when Queen Susan gives the introduction. He gives a small nod to Rabadash. "I look forward to a better acquaintance, your Highness."

Tyre bows hastily, especially awkward in his attempt to keep the apple hidden. "Ah, ah, and your acquai-- oh, yes, er, very good to finally meet you, your highness."

Darrin straightens and meets Rabadash's gaze unabashedly, his features softened in nuetrality but his gaze sharp.

Corin's stance straightens quickly enough once the eyes are no longer on him, his jaw setting.

Rabadash's own gaze seems to dismiss Tyre, meeting Darrin's evenly. He raises his head faintly, but smiles nonetheless. "A hope shared."

Petraverd's tail gives a small flick, head still tilted a degree.

Darrin returns the smile politely, holding Rabadash's gaze.

Susan looks between the gentlemen. She gives a small nod. "There should be opportunity enough for such over the coming week. Now come, please... We have prepared a celebration to welcome all of you to Narnia, and it is only right to allow you to properly enjoy it now that we are all introduced."

Corin looks faintly annoyed as Rabadash snubs Tyre. "Yes," he emphasizes, "a celebration for /all/ of your arrivals," he says with curious emphasis.

Rabadash turns his now charming smile towards Queen Susan, breaking Darrin's gaze. "I am humbled by your kindness, oh fair Queen. Rarely before have I seen such delicacies as you have prepared." He glances towards the young Prince, one brow lifting momentarily before he looks back at the Queen.

Darrin's gaze shifts to Corin. His jaw tightens although the look he has isn't entirely disapproving.

Tyre seems faintly relieved, for his own part. He glances down at the young prince.

Susan smiles in return to Prince Rabadash. "Then please, do help yourself and partake of it. I hope that it will be to your liking." She turns to Darrin and Tyre, "As I also hope that it shall be to yours. As our guests, please help yourselves."

Rabadash bows once again, saying, "Then for now, I shall take my leave, though the sun shall appear dim as I do," before striding to the nearest table, where he samples a few of the presented foods. The angle at which he stands, however, allows him to gaze towards Susan, his smile at the ready.

Darrin bows at the waist to Queen Susan and smiles. "I am certain it will your Majesty. Thank you."

Corin waits until the distraction of Prince Rabadash presents itself and sidles over to Lord Tyre, grasping the apple and letting his hand linger for just long enough to make friendly eye contact with the nobleman.

Tyre again looks somewhat relieved as he relinquishes the apple, giving a small nod to the young prince.

Peekichekip comes walking toward you from the north.

Petria looks to Queen Susan, "Your Majesty, would you like me to head to the castle for someone to bring the Prince's gift of fruit up? Or will you enjoy it here, your Majesty?"

Susan smiles to all three before turning to Petria when the question is posed to her. "Oh, thank you, Petria. However, there should be no need for that at the moment. We have enough attendants from the castle here to bring it back when we are ready. You may stay and enjoy the festivities as well."

Rabadash leans lightly on the table beside the platters, delicately sampling the fruit bread. Every once in a while, he glances towards the two noblemen, especially Darrin, but most of his focus remains upon Queen Susan.

Tyre turns to the nearest table once he's relieved of human (or non-human) contact for a moment, and occupies himself with eating, all the easier to avoid interaction with a full mouth.

Darrin turns to the tables and considers the choices, his gaze moving every so often to the foreign prince.

Corin secrets the apple under his tunic and observes the Queen's face, not moving far off.

A son of adam with a stern face's eyes widen and he stops.

Petria exclaims, ""Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you!""

Susan smiles and inclines her head. "Certainly, Petria. Enjoy." She glances to Corin and now also walks over to the tables of food to sample a little of the fare that has been put before them. She smiles a bit when she meets Prince Rabadash's gaze before turning to some of their other guests as well.

Petria finds her way to a place where she too can enjoy the feast

A son of adam with a stern face's brow furrows slightly, scanning the group.

Petraverd flicks an ear, remaining on the outskirts a moment before he is drawn toward the tables himself.

Lola finishes off the last bite of her cake, making sure there are no more crumbs.

Corin presses his lips together as he watches Susan move about the suitors. Then he turns on one heel to sit at the table near the beasts. "Hullo," he greets, taking an enormous bite of his apple as he swings his legs over the bench to sit.

Petria wags her tail, "Greetings Prince Corin."

Lola takes a bite of fish, her eyes locked on the young son of adam.

Petraverd dips his head low in a brief but elegant bow of sorts. "Evening, Your Highness."

Peekichekip appears near Lola and bows elegantly as the Prince greets the group. "Good evening!" He squeaks quietly in reply.

Corin tucks straight into the nut bowl, putting a great fistful in front of him and working at cracking them one at a time with his fists. "A good spread, isn't it? I just finished a nap and I'm /famished/."

Lola giggles and stares at the young son of adam.

Dusk trots along the beach, looking at the group gathered here. She slows and nods to the Royals. "Good evening, Your Majesties." She says softly, though most likely no one has heard her. She eyes the platter of birds, licking her chops hungrily.

Petria nods, "Indeed it is, your Highness. Indeed it is."

Petraverd chuckles a bit. "Very much so."

Susan finishes speaking with a few other guests. She looks over toward the group that came with Rabadash and she calls one of the Narnian attendants over, asking him something quietly. When they finish speaking, the attendant goes over to speak with the servant who previously carried the basket of fruit for Rabadash.

Darrin samples some of the delicasies, trying to subtly keep near the Prince. He hangs back, giving the boy his space and watches him interact with the Narnians.

Lola sticks out her toung and wrinkles her nose at something she tastes. She sets it aside.

Peekichekip stifles a giggle as he spies Lola tasting something she does not entirely care for. He smiles and replies. "It all looks so wonderful!"

Lola raises a brow at the mouse. "If it looks burnt, just save your taste buds and say no."

Corin manages to free a good morsel of nut meat. He smiles around at the animal faces and asks, "What are you looking forward to about the celebrations?" before popping the treat into his mouht.

Tyre settles back into the obscurest location he can find.

A son of adam wearing worn robes's gaze darts quickly around the room as the attendant is speaking with him.

Petraverd twitches his ears. "I must admit I'm curious to see how the tournaments play out, Your Highness. Should be interesting, to say the least."

Darrin gives a low cough and settles his gaze upon Corin.

Corin beams at the unicorn's response and seems about to reply when the cough causes him to turn. He looks at the nobleman with open curiosity.

Darrin smiles. He steps forward and whispers something to the boy.

Darrin whispers, "Remember your demeanor, Prince Corin. I know how much you care for her Majesty and wish to do her honor. What would that foreign Prince think if he saw you acting so casually? Let Archenland's Prince show this Southern Prince how a true gentleman might impress the Queen."

Peekichekip nods to Lola with a smile. He watches the young Prince with curiosity.

Lola raises a brow at the young son of adam. "Mainly the food and the company. Oh and to see who her majesty.." she stops and reconsiders. "The food and the company."

Corin chews his lip at Darrin's words, his ears going a little pink. He glances at the Queen as he turns a walnut over in his fingers. He nods to the nobleman, even if the gesture is a bit sulky.

Darrin smiles and places his hand on the boy's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "Have you tried some of the pastries your Highness? I hear the cooks of Cair Paravel make some of the best."

Peekichekip blinks at Lola, clearly lost at the last bit she says. He chews on a dandelion as he thinks about it.

Lola eats a slice of the delicious looking cake and hands some to the mouse.

Susan has moved on to speak with a few other guests. Eventually the attendant returns to her and says something quietly, and she gives a small, thoughtful nod. "Thank you," she says to the attendant before moving on to talk with some of the other guests, approaching the somewhat-newly arrived Wolf. "Good evening. Have you been able to have something to eat yet?"

Corin shakes his head and peers a little closer at the honey cakes. "Can I get you anything?" he inquires with more of an effort at grace.

Petria waves to alll.

Darrin gives the Prince a friendly grin, "I was just going to ask that of you." He follows Corin's gaze. "Do you recommend the Honey Cakes?" His grin widens. "Perhaps we should sample them to see if they are as good as they appear--and smell."

Petraverd swallows his own sampling of the honey cakes, and remarks, "I can attest that they are, indeed, as fine as they appear to be."

Peekichekip brightens at the sight of the honey cakes. "Oh, they are very good!"

Corin nods and climbs up to his knees so he can reach far enough to take two honey cakes, and offers one to Darrin, holding back the other for himself. "They sure smell good!" he agrees with the unicorn.

Dusk looks up at the daughter of eve approaching her. She smiles and bows in a canine like manner. "Good evening, Your Majesty. I'm fine for the moment. It is a pleasure just /be/ here."

Darrin takes the honey cake, smiling. He gives a gracious nod. "Thank you, your highness." He takes a moment to enjoy the aroma and looks to the Prince to sample his first. "I agree, they smell delightful. Have you ever been in the woods on a spring day and come upon a hive? Getting to the honey is almost like waging a war against a hundred warriors with tiny daggers."

A son of adam with a stern face's eyes rest long on Corin, flashing occasionally to the Calormenes.

Lola sniffs the honey bread before breaking it apart and sampling it. She hands a piece to the mouse.

Corin chuckles around a mouthful of honey cake. "That'd be funny to watch! Doesn't sound like the kind of war a King would wage, though."

Susan smiles. "Certainly, we are glad to have you and everyone else who has come out for it. I don't believe I have made your acquaintance before."

Petraverd chuckles, twitching his ears at the conversation.

Darrin takes a bite of his honey cake. He chuckles softly, "No... although sometimes you have a Keeper of Bees who feels he's a King. He knows just what to do to safely get the honey and avoid all those daggers. We've been lucky to have one such merchant pass through Coghill several times.--I suppose though, if you think of it, approaching that problem and knowing how to solve that could make you a good King. You must use your wit before your weapon."

Petraverd grins a bit at Sir Darrin's words, though he hides it a bit in a muffin, twitching his ears.

Corin chews thoughtfully, but this time is polite enough to swallow before granting, "I guess. I've learned some things about farming and husbandry, but I always thought those lessons were pretty dull." He looks up at Darrin. "Do you do much fighting?"

Peekichekip stuffs a bit of the honey cakes into his mouth and tries to remember his manners. His tail twitches happily.

Dusk smiles pleasantly "My name is Dusk, huntress of Winterden." She states happily, straightening her posture proudly.

Darrin nods and smiles. "I do." He pauses, "You know... growing up in a community where husbandry was prominent, I often wondered why my father would focus on that instead of combat. He told me that you can often take those lessons and apply them to combat training. For instance, the problem with the Bees requires knowledge of your enemy, stategy to face them, and of course, plenty of agility and speed to get your reward." He pauses, before musing. "In a sense, it's not so different from puglisitics."

Lola wrinkles her nose at the word 'puglisitics'. She leans over to the mouse and mumbles something to him.

Corin compresses his lips, looking deeply puzzled at the analogy. "So you mean... I should practice fighting with sheep? I guess it /is/ a wooden practice sword, but I'm pretty sure that would get me into serious trouble!"

Lola mumbles "What ... you suppose that ... ... Perhaps ... ... disease ... ... from eating honey. Maybe ... shouldnt eat it."", to Peekichekip.

Petraverd twitches his ears again, his own interest apparent, though he does his best to keep it an unobstrusive sort.

Darrin chuckles softly, his eyes bright. "Well, not exactly. And you are correct. Fighting sheep would cause a terrible mess of trouble--but think of all a shepherd must learn. He has to be vigilant to predators, he must hone his body to endure long watchs and hard elements... and he must be a fierce foe with his staff. Those are all very similiar traits to a warrior, aren't they?"

Peekichekip widens his eyes, partially at the words Lola has just spoken to him, and partially because he has swallowed his mouthful at the same time he hears them. He turns to her and whispers back urgently.

Peekichekip mumbles "... ... already ... ... it ... late?", to Lola.

Lola recites,"Puglisitics." She shivers and wrinkles her nose.

Susan smiles gently in return to the Wolf. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dusk. Please, excuse me, but I should visit with some of the other guests as well. Do enjoy yourself." She inclines her head to the Wolf and then walks back toward the food tables. She first has a few words with Prince Rabadash, smiling and casting a glance back at him before moving over to join the larger group talking with Corin and Darrin.

Tyre tries to disappear into the shadows of the night and head back up to the castle, but he bumps into the Mouse on his way and nearly tips a tray of breads in his attempt to catch himself.

Lola nods. "I think you may be okay. We will visit the apothecary to make sure its not anything serious. Hopefully its not contagious."

Dusk smiles as she moves away, setting herself down happily in the sand and watching everyone around her.

Corin breaks into a smile. "I guess so! I never thought of it that way." He glances at the space next to him and shifts over to clear it. He cranes about, overhearing the mouse and faun's conversation, and grins hugely as he explains, "Pugilistics? That's /real/ fighting. That's when two opponents face each other with no fancy weapons or armour. Fists only. And the one who's left standing is the winner!"

A son of adam with a stern face stands outside the circle of celebration, watching quietly.

Peekichekip nods to Lola and shivers at the thought. "Okay." He responds quietly. His attention shifts to Queen Susan approaching the tables they are near and he steps forward to greet her as she passes. Sweeping an elegant bow, he smiles up at her. "Good evening, Your Majesty!"

Petraverd gives a small nod toward Darrin, saying simply, "Well spoken, Sir." As the Queen approaches, he sweeps another equine bow. "Good eve, Your Majesty."

Lola points to Prince Corin. "You see...it is a disease. a fighting disease."

Darrin grins at the prince's explanation. He nods and looks to the faun, "Also known as boxing. Some consider it a sport, others an art." At the mention of the Queen he looks up and quickly composes his demeanor. He gives a small bow, "Your Majesty." His gaze flits back to the faun, his expression grave. "Violence is a disease, Fighting is an unfortunate necessity. If you wish for peace, you must know how to prepare for war."

Dusk chuckles, looking over to the mouse and faun. She rises slowly, moving quietly over toward them.

Tyre looks relieved when not only does no one hear the clatter of the dish, but the Mouse he bumps into does not even notice him. He hastens away before he can be caught.

Lola shakes her head. "I fight war with a spoon," she says pointing to her chest with her thumb,"Im a cook."

Lola dips her head to the queen.

Corin makes a face at the mouse. "You can't fight with a spoon." he points out as if he had to explain that the sky is blue.

Petraverd hehs, adding quietly to Darrin, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." He shakes out his mane as Lola pipes up, and chuckles, expression amused as he twitches his tail.

Darrin nods to the unicorn, his expression softening somewhat.

Susan inclines her head to the group and smiles in return to the Mouse. "Good evening," she replies. Her smile fades as she begins to pick up on the conversation topic at hand.

Lola shakes her head. "The spoon is mightier than the sword, dear. Food is a mighty weapon. Hunger can bring the strongest man to his knees or turn the most grave expression to a smile. It can make an occasion joysome, as it has here this very day."

Dusk sits herself near the mouse, casting a friendly smile to him. Her ears perk forward as she watches the conversation unfold.

Peekichekip reaches to where he has carefully tucked away a rose. He stands on his toes and presents it happily. "This is for you, Your Majesty! I found it on my way here and thought you might like it. You look beautiful!"

Peekichekip hands Wild Rose to Susan.

Darrin catches the Queen's expression and quickly interjects, "Indeed, a cook has a very important role, both on and off the field of battle. Were you one of the cooks who helped prepare today? This food is extraordinary!" He looks to Susan and smiles, "I have found all the stories I have heard about Narnian Feasts true, your Majesty."

Corin looks the faun up and down, a little taken aback by the firmness in her words. "Well, sure, cooking is imoortant. I like cooking. These honey cakes are wonderful! It's just... not the same thing. Is it?"

Lola winks at Prince Corin. She looks at the son of adam as he mentions stories about Narnia and looks at her cousins the musicians. She rises and walks over to them. The dance starts with a spin, the she fauns hands above her head, and her tail tucked neatly to her side. She motions for Prince Corin to come join as she begins a jig.

Dusk lowers herself to the ground, paws placed neatly infront. She looks at the mouse and says something quietly.

Susan appears surprised by the Mouse's sudden gift. She smiles and takes the rose from him. "Peekichekip, is it? Thank you very much. That was very kind of you to think of me. It is a lovely rose." She turns her attention to Darrin and smiles to him as well. "Thank you, Sir Darrin. I am glad that we have been able to live up to our reputation."

Petraverd falls back into quiet, his ears twitching as he glances over toward Lola.

Peekichekip blushes as Susan addresses him, but he bows once more. "Yes, and thank you, Your Majesty!"

Corin grins as he sees what Lola has in mind, and pushes off the bench to run after her. "I can dance," he declares. "I have to practice my footwork every day!" He improvises a sort of jig that involves a great deal of off-kilter hopping that you would think would send him sprawling on his chin, and yet he keeps his footing like a goat.

Dusk turns her gaze to the dancers and flashes a toothy grin. Her tail wags briefly as she takes in the general splendour.

Lola grins and claps for the young prince. "Thats it majesty! Wild and free! You've got excellent footwork!" The clapping speed increases and Lola begins to alternate in between footwork and clapping and tight spins to the left and right. "Aiiiyeee!"

Peekichekip smiles to Dusk and mouths, "Thank you." To her.

Susan looks to Lola and Corin dancing and smiles as she watches them a moment. She says to Darrin, "I don't suppose you would have seen faun dances before."

Peekichekip moves to Lola's side and reaches up to grab her hand, trying as best as he can to follow along.

Darrin chuckles and watches the Prince and fauns with delight. He joins his hands behind his back and hesitates, looking to Queen Susan. "I have never before had the chance. It is very beautiful." He asks shy, "Your Majesty, are you familiar with the Swift Step? It is a formal step that is taught to all the young men of court and would fit this particular melody..." He coughs and seems reluctant to continue the thought.

Petraverd masks a faint grin with a shake of his mane.

Corin dances and dances, every so often performing a somersault before springing back to his feet to keep up the jig. After a few minutes, however, he is panting hard.

The corner of Haft's mouth twitches slightly upward.

Lola grabs the mouses hand and begins a line dancing jig. From shuffling hooves to swishing tails, and turning in formation with other dancers who arrive to 'line jig'...it looks quite planned. "Woohoo," she exclaims as they near the end.

Dusk bobs her head, watching everything around her and listening to the music. Her tail wags in a rhythmic beat.

Susan gently smiles, looking at Darrin as she responds. "I believe I am somewhat familiar with the Swift Step from time spent in Archenland some years ago."

Darrin grins, looking a little uncertain. He begins, "Would you... perhaps... care to dance?" He blushes faintly.

Corin huffs and puffs as he stumps back into the forming line and makes his first attempt to match the steps of the faun. A grin takes up most of his face as the troupe builds to a finish.

The musicians hear Queen Susan speak of Swift Step. They quickly change music and tempo.

Lola pants and stops a moment to take a deep breath. She watches for Her Majesty to begin.

Susan nods, blushing faintly herself. "I would enjoy that, Sir Darrin."

Darrin grins, looking a little nervous. He clears his throat and turns to her, giving a polite bow before offering his hand. His cheeks remain a little pink.

Peekichekip looks grateful for the change in pace, ears drooping tiredly and wobbling some as he paws finally come to a stop.

Petraverd flicks an ear, grinning a bit as he moves nearer to the Wolf, contenting himself to simply watch.

Corin's excited stamping starts to flag as the music changes from under him, and he looks about to see what happened. That's when he catches sight of Darrin and Susan preparing to dance.

Dusk grins once again, watching the dance come to a halt. Her tail continues to wag, and her ears perk forward as the unicorn nears. She offers a hushed greeting.

Lola taps a hoof to catch the beat and swishes her tail in time. She waits for Susan to begin.

Susan inclines her head to Darrin and then takes his hand, ready to follow him to where there is room for dancing.

Petraverd bobs a friendly nod toward Dusk, his tail swishing in time with the music.

Peekichekip moves to Lola's side and leans forward, peering curiously at the Queen and Darrin as they begin their dance.

Darrin escorts Queen Susan to an area large enough to dance. He begins the Swift Step carefully, trying to look confident. It is evident that this is his first real experience with a partner, although his footwork is firm and graceful. With each step he gains more confidence and begins to relax.

Corin moves back to the table on more wobbly knees and heaves himself onto the bench. He grasps one of the nuts he left behind and starts cracking it on the bench between his legs. He keeps his head low.

Dusk sighs softly, her tail slowly coming to a stop. She cocks her head, looking with large eyes at the two dancers.

Petraverd tilts his head as he watches, flicking an ear.

Susan follows Darrin's lead during the Swift Step, initially a little unsure of the steps but quickly falling into step and recalling the dance. Her posture is impeccable and her steps are light and graceful, evidence that she likely has practiced such dances.

Dusk looks up toward Petraverd and mumbles something softly.

Dusk mumbles "... ... they doing?", to Petraverd.

Lola dances without a partner, in the direction of Prince Corin. "I could use a partner," she says softly.

Petraverd chuckles as he replies in an equally low tone.

Petraverd mumbles "Dancing, of course.", to Dusk.

Dusk tilts her head to the otherside, looking a bit confused. "But I thought dancing was supposed to be more lively...?"

Rabadash's lip turns to a thin line as he observes the two partners dance. After a time, he snaps his fingers for a napkin, and wipes off his hands before striding toward the musicians and engaging in a short, hushed conversation.

The musicians look not only a bit confused, but slightly frightend.

Corin looks up at the faun and shrugs. "That's okay. I'm kind of tired." His shoulders are hunched as he finally frees the morsel he's after and chews on it.

Petraverd flicks an ear as he replies again.

Lola dances over to the mouse.

Petraverd mumbles "Not always. But ... rather lively enough ... me.", to Dusk.

A son of adam with a stern face's eyes follow the prince.

Peekichekip smiles up at the faun and wiggles his nose, "I'll dance with you, Miss Lola!" He squeaks quietly.

The Calormene Prince nods curtly to the musicians and gestures to his attendants, two of whom scurry back to the ship. He walks to the edge of the dancing area and clasps his hands together, wearing a polite smile as he watches.

Lola takes to dancing with the mouse, smiling happilly and swishing her tail to the swift step music.

Dusk's expression still seems confused. She looks toward the Calormene, her brow furrowing slightly at his movements. Looking back at Petraverd, she replies in a hushed tone.

Dusk mumbles "... see. But it seems..Different..", to Petraverd.

Peekichekip twitches his tail back and forth along with the lady faun's, and he scampers his feet this way and that to match her pace. Though he does so as gracefully as possible.

Petraverd just chuckles a bit, grinning slightly as he responds to Dusk with... silence.

The attendants return at last bearing two new instruments, what appears to be a mandolin with a far longer neck, and a reed instrument that is half the length of a man. They take up position next to the musicians who continue playing despite the unnerving distractions. Rabadash gives them a meaningful look and, at the end of the current movement, they bring the melody to a close. The prince claps his hands. "Wonderful! A scintillating performance, Your Majesty. The stars will be dark in my eyes forevermore."

Lola looks up as she hears the strange music and hurries off to the side.

Corin looks over at the new musicians' instruments with some curiosity.

The musicians look at Rabadash, awaiting new sheet music, or direction.

Darrin brings the dance to a close gracefully and draws back, giving a small bow at the waist. His cheeks remain flushed. At the sound of the clap and Prince Rabadash's voice he straightens and addresses Queen Susan, "Thank you, your Majesty.--Your grace and agility are remarkable." He watches Rabadash out of the corner of his eye. "I doubt the Dryads of Narnia could do better."

Petraverd lets out a soft chuckle, grinning a bit at the mention of dryads, though he continues to keep his thoughts to himself, merely swishing his tail.

Susan similarly finishes the dance and then nods to Darrin. She blushes at his words. "Thank you, Sir, you are too kind. You have quite the talent for dancing yourself. That was very enjoyable." She also looks over to Rabadash, still blushing. "Thank you, Prince Rabadash."

Dusk rises from her position in the sand. Looking at Petraverd, she speaks quietly as she nods to the party gathered here.

Darrin blushes deeper at Queen Susan's praise. He nods and says quietly, "Thank you, your Majesty."

Dusk mumbles "I ... I ... ... off, though I ... ... know whether ... ... ... ... ... just ...", to Petraverd.

Rabadash spreads his hands in a generous gesture, all smiles, striding directly to the Queen. He spares no glance for Darrin. "Indeed they are, lady, a performance that would by the envy of the finest nobility of the empire. Might I beg you to allow me to share some of the beauty of my homeland's artistry in return? I have my own musicians, as you can see, ready to play. It would give me greatest of delight to lead you in one of our traditional dances."

Petraverd flicks an ear as he replies.

Petraverd mumbles "... think you'll be fine. ... eve ... ...", to Dusk.

Lola looks over to the mouse. "Perhaps we should get going? I want to find Rimnus and go."

Darrin steps back as Rabadash comes forward to give him room. He holds himself confidently and joins his hands behind his back. The blush begins to fade and his expression becomes one of nuetrality. He quietly moves to the table where Corin is and stands beside the Prince.

Dusk turns to leave, though perks her ears as the Prince begins to speak. She stops where she is, looking around in question to what might happen next.

Peekichekip covers his mouth with a paw as he stifles a yawn. He nods, "Yes, Miss Lola, that sounds good."

Lola begins to trot away quietly.

Corin looks up at Darrin a few times, a little dubiously, before making a point of bunching up to make some room on the bench. "If you're tired, Darrin, you can sit if you want..."

Dusk shakes her head and turns away, nodding to Petraverd before catching up with the Faun and mouse. "May I join you? I'll be heading that way myself?"

Lola nods to the wolf with a smile.

Susan glances over to the musicians, taking in the sight of the new instruments and players. She smiles and looks back to the Prince. "I would enjoy that, your highness. I would very much like to learn one of your Calormene dances."

Darrin looks at first as though he's going to object, but after a second thought smiles. "Thank you your highness." He takes a seat next to Corin. His hands are folded in his lap and he watches the Calormen Prince with Queen Susan.

Petraverd tilts his head a bit, flicking an ear curiously as he continues to watch.

The prince extends an elegant hand to the Queen, bowing low at the waist. The attendants sit bolt upright, and begin to play an exotic melody, one of unfamiliar dissonances but a delightful rhythm. Rabadash rights himself with a smile, waiting. "Do not worry, Your Highness. The steps I will show you are beautiful, but will be simple and natural to one of your great skill."

Susan dips a curtsy and takes his hand. She smiles in return to him, though she suddenly appears a little nervous. She nods. "I hope to prove an able student. The music is unlike any of our Narnian songs, but I do like it." She waits, ready to learn the steps.

Petraverd twitches his ears, his tail swishing a bit uncertainly until he manages to pick out the rhythm.

The Calormene Prince smiles graciously and first leads her in a bow. "Simply mirror my movements," he directs. His first steps are in half time, giving the Queen ample time to observe and note them. A simple pattern begins to form, and on his third time around he draws Susan to join him in repeating the steps as they circle around one another.

Susan carefully observes the Prince's steps and movements. When she is pulled into the dance she takes a turn or two to properly fall into the pattern, focusing on her steps. As she settles into the pattern and begins to properly pick it up, she smiles and relaxes, dancing more easily now.

Darrin watches the two dancers move, observing them thoughtfully.

Petraverd tilts his head the other direction, continuing to swish his tail.

The peculiar harmonies are intoxicating, drawing the dancers through a sinuous set of movements that are simple yet exotic. The rhythm laid down by the setar is at once tightly controlled and crouched to spring. Rabadash's own movements are dignified, but his face glows with pleasure as the Queen appears to warm to the haunting melody.

Corin finds his eyes drawn to the dancing, despite his best efforts. His expression is unreadable.

Susan similarly dances with grace and a certain regal quality now that she is familiar with the steps. She begins to blush somewhat deeply now and she continues to smile as they dance.

As the dance draws to a close, a last, long note from the reed player sustains and then fades to silence. Rabadash is practised enough that at that very moment, his foot plants as the pair complete their final turn. The prince's grin shows genuine pleasure as he steps back to bow once more to his partner, holding her hand delicately aloft. "My Queen, there are no stars in the sky that could match your brilliance. You have honoured me this evening."

Petraverd shakes out his mane as the music ends, twitching his ears again.

Darrin gives a small nod when the Prince speaks.

Corin turns about, grabs something from the table and shoves a honey cake in his mouth. One would have to be sitting right next to him to catch a slight snort.

Darrin's gaze briefly flick to Corin and he smiles. He leans down and murmurs something.

A son of adam with a stern face's eyes dart to Corin before returning to Rabadash.

Darrin mumbles "Would you mind, your highness, showing me during this visit, your skill with a target? I hear that you are very good at boxing. I thought perhaps you could give me a few pointers.", to Corin.

Corin pauses in the middle of his chewing and he looks at Darrin with surprise. Forcing himself to swallow, he murmurs something in return.

Susan dips into a short curtsy, her blush rather fierce by this point. She shakes her head gently, smile remaining. "Thank you, Prince Rabadash, for the honor of teaching me one of your dances. You are an excellent teacher, and a skilled partner. Your music is lovely. I hope that another time we shall have the chance to hear more of it."

Corin mumbles "I'd be happy to! Maybe after my lessons tomorrow afternoon. There's always a free spot at the practice grounds after the Order have finished their drills.", to Darrin.

Darrin smiles and nods. He looks genuinely pleased. "I should like that." His eyes return to the Queen and the foreign prince.

Rabadash smiles, taking one step backward and inclining his head. "There could be no greater delight for me, lady. But for now, shall we rest our legs?" He gestures back toward the tables. As his gaze drifts over Darrin, there is a slight curl to his lip that could be a sign of amusement.

Petraverd twitches his ears again, giving his mane another shake before quietly departing for the evening.

Darrin meets Rabadash's gaze and gives him a polite smile. His expression is far from afraid--it almost is more determined.

Petraverd follows the footpath southwest, toward the road.

Susan smiles. "A fine idea. You must be tired from the journey here. Perhaps now would be an opportune time to adjourn the festivities. The other guests appear to have started to make their ways home and it does grow late."

Darrin stands. He approaches Queen Susan and Rabadash, bowing to them from the waist. "That is a wise suggestion your Majesty. I compliment you on the festivities--and thank you again for the dance. With your permission, I will take leave to my quarters. I look forward to the rest of the festivities planned."

Susan nods to Darrin. She smiles. "Of course. I am so pleased that you enjoyed it, and thank you for the dance as well. Good night."

Darrin smiles, "Good night your majesty." He turns to Rabadash and offers a short bow. "You are a splendid dancer, Prince Rabadash. I look forward to better knowing you and learning more about your people." He turns and heads back up the path to Cair Paravel.

Rabadash says, "An excellent suggestion, lady." He claps his hands and the attendants jump to their feet, scurrying back to the ship. "We shall stay in our vessel for tonight. The hour is too late for preparing suitable accommodation. In the morning, however, we can discuss more settled arrangements."

Corin seems to perk up at Rabadash's words, and wriggles off the bench. "I can see you back to the castle, Queen Susan!" he calls out.

Susan curtsys to Rabadash, smiling. "Of course, Prince Rabadash. It has been a pleasure meeting you, and tomorrow we will see to such arrangements. Good night, your highness." She looks to Corin and says, "That would be lovely. Thank you, Prince Corin."

The Calormene Prince bows low before following his slaves back about the ship.

Corin places himself between Susan and Rabadash before accompanying her back.