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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jan 19, 2010 23:32:36 GMT -5
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Peter was breathless, and if the young King was out of breath his horse was surely on the verge of death. To be fair to the poor creature Peter slowed his pace, resting a single hand along the stallion's long neck. He exhaled, watching the steam rise towards the moonlit sky. Truly no place could rival the beauty of Narnia... a beauty that enhanced at night. Now that Jadis had been run off, that his enemies were gone and Narnia was restored to it's rightful peace, Peter had returned to his nightly rides. The stallion below him didn't protest- he had taken up sleeping during the day and catering to Peter's exploring whims at night. He was paid handsomely with an extra ration of oats, so even though his chest and back were glossed with sweat, he was eager to keep on going. "Just a bit longer." Peter panted before he urged the horse on, straightening up in his saddle.
The stallion's hooves beat steadly against the ground, but hardly made a noise. Rain had hit Narnia yesterday morning, and the ground consisted of wet grass and mud. Occasionally Peter could heard the click of a hoof against stone, but for the most part the only sounds were two noses seeking air and releasing it. Though his ride was relatively smooth, the occasional joustle hit Peter like a sack of bricks. His body was tired from training, and his sore thighs ached. Still, he had craved a ride and off he went. He knew exactly where to go to as well... Aslan's How. It was one of Peter's frequent haunts, and the stallion knew it well. Already he could see the hillside rising up before him, barely visable in the moonlight. One final nudge broke the horse into a full on gallop, and within seconds Peter was there. He dismounted midtrot, an easy feat for someone accustomed to battle, and landed with his boots in an inch of mud. He glanced down, frowned, and then started his way over to the stony door. The horse slowed and started to wander, a habit he had gotten into when Peter took off. He stayed close to his young master, keeping a watchful eye on the King, but mantaining his own space. The wet grass looked particularly lushious under the trees, so he nickered once to the King and took off.
Peter watched him go before he settled on top of a large boulder near the cave. He gazed towards the heavens, admiring the stars that rivaled the ones back in London. There were constellations his mother would never see. Some Peter had named himself, and one of them was even named after Peter and his siblings. He found that one easily, a cluster of four bright stars in a row. With some slight eye matrixing human figures could be formed, but it took a lot of imagination. Peter simply liked the stars, and how they were always aligned, always together. This made him feel oddly alone, and he jumped off of the rock in favor of venturing by the table. His stallion watched him disappear from site, venturing into the cave with a lit torch. The fire here never died, and Peter suspected some sort of magic was behind it. The whole place simply glowed with the supernatural, and when Peter knelt beside the table he remembered why. His blue eyes gazed up at the picture of Aslan before him and he smiled at it softly. So much gratitude flooded his heart as he considered the role he had been given, and his hands clutched the table with urgency. He significantly doubted anything would ever mean more to him then Narnia and it's great feline leader.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jan 20, 2010 12:07:44 GMT -5
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Sometimes Thalia didn't even know if she should admire or hate how Narnia was so abundant in resources, it just seem to attract disaster left and right. Luckily enough for her, the war had been victorious this time, once again. Thalia should really stop doubting whether she'd survive the next war or not, seriously. But for now, all was well, and she had grinned when she woke up that morning to go and pick her parents back to stay at Earlshire Manor. Not that the manor had escaped unscathed, but the girl had set people on to work fixing their home up, and when night fell, the house was once again filled with the chatter the lady had grown up with. With a contented smile as she watched her parents retreat back in their room, she shook her chestnut locks out of their tied up state, and then peeked out.
Her grin only serve to widen when she saw the crisp sky, and breathe in the clear air. The Narnia she knew and loved was back, she could feel it in her bones. Just this afternoon, she could hear the familiar sounds of scuttling animals, the gentle splash of the creek behind her home. The girl who ran wild with the woods behind her home was itching to go again, and once again, Thalia heeded the urges of her own instincts. Shrugging off the pale covers that wrapped her shoulders, she grabbed her riding boots and changed in to them, before heading out, laughing with joy when she heard her darling stallion whinny to welcome her.
Oh what would she do without her golden hero. He was the one she had brought in to the war with her, and he was the one who had carried her away when he knew his mistress couldn't take anymore, and Thalia could never love Dawn more. Giving his velvet satin nose an extra rub, before hooking the beast up to its bridle, the girl ran a hand through his once more silky mane, and then urged the steed in to a strong gallop, relishing the feel of wind against her skin. The pale cheeks turned rosy, her silken locks tangling as they were messed up by the buffeting wind, a result of Dawn's hard and fast gallop. It was no time at all before she found herself in the midst of the woods.
For once, she didn't have to skulk around with her sword in hand, hair plastered to her forehead in matted sweat and grime. She laughed as she felt her companion call out in pure exhilaration, before she jumped off her horse in mid-gallop, and whacked his rump. It was a game they played often, where Thalia challenge to outrun her steed. Not that it ever was in her favor. How was a two-legged human ever suppose to outrun a beast? But never the less, both mistress and steed enjoyed the game, and the golden beauty called out in joy before he pressed forward, leaving Thalia to laugh in the night as she tried to catch up, but failing miserably, could only watch as Dawn broke the forest perimeter and run straight in to the field, a flash of a golden arrow as his heavy hooves galloped.
When she finally broke through the perimeter though, her booted feet slowed down to a gentle walk when she spied a lone horse, saddled and bridled but left unattended, grazing at the field. "Why hello there you princely looking beast, why out here alone?" Thalia murmured gently as she reached out to the steed as soon as she was within distance. Her furrows creased as she casted her gaze around, and then back to the horse, who pushed his muzzle in to her hand, demanding a gentle caress from her. She was used to it, animals gravitated to her naturally. But where was the owner of this gentle beast? Surely no one would leave a steed out in the open like this. Rubbing its satin nose gently, she spoke over her shoulder to her own golden one, who had returned to her side. "What do you think we should do to the illogical owner of this steed whence we find him?" she asked with a cheeky grin towards her stallion, yet her eyes roamed to find... someone at least. There can't be a fully saddled horse without its rider around, unless he or she was hurt of course.
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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jan 21, 2010 1:53:28 GMT -5
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A moment longer Peter knelt beside the Stone Table, his fingers wrapped around the edges as if the ground below him might crumble away any minute. Then he was standing, and his hands gravitated towards the center of the table, where Aslan lay. He stared at the spot, wondering if the Lion would be happy with him. Peter often questioned his own abilities to lead, but Aslan never seemed to doubt him, even when the rest of Narnia did. Now that the world was at peace again, Peter didn't need to wonder or fret. He chuckled at himself for no particular reason, perhaps moonlight hysteria, and began to head back out of the cave. He had intended to stay here longer, but eventually he would have to return to Cair Paravel, and he wanted to ride a bit more. He had caught his breath, which still rose like steam from parted lips, and should keep moving to stay warm.
He left the torch burning in a holder in the cave, and made his way back out onto the battlefields. Of course, after a few moments of heading back out he found another strange figure by his horse. Peter's eyes narrowed, and he selected a large rock from the ground. He cupped it in one hand as he continued forward, squinting at the unknown person. A moment later, upon discovering their identity, Peter beamed. He discarded the rock and hastened towards Thalia. She was speaking to her horse, stroking his nose tenderly. Peter's own horse noted his return and moved towards him a few steps, but remained close to Thalia and Dawn. Peter nodded a greeting to him, nearing the group early enough to hear Thalia speak to her ride. "You dare call a King of Narnia illogical?" He demanded playfully, swooping up behind her. He thanked Aslan for the recent rain, making his footsteps fall softly on the ground. Peter narrowed his eyes at her, but his lips were smilling, and he made a rather pathetic opponent. He mantained that look for a moment before he caught sight of Dawn and moved towards the horse swiftly. " 'Lo old man." Peter said affectionately, stroking the stallion's long golden neck. "Are you keeping your mistress in check?" He inquired, replacing the finished stroke with another before moving back to his own horse's side.
Greetings finished, he now turned to Thalia. His fingers began to skim over his stallion's saddle, checking the girth below to make sure it wasn't too tight. "It's been a while Natalia." He teased playfully, but there was a note of disapproval in his voice. It had been far too long since he had seen anyone... he needed to make more rounds and spend less time travelling to the Lone Islands to reassure their rulers all was well again. Still, it seemed only natural for such a long avoidance to occur after a war, so he didn't let the blame fall on his own shoulders, or Thalia's for that matter. It simply was, and in the future, he would work to avoid it. "How have you been? And what brings you out to Aslan's How so late?"
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jan 21, 2010 2:17:26 GMT -5
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The girl smiled when the horse she patted nickered, and pushed closer to her palm, and obliged by scratching the underside of his cheek, as she threw her gaze around again. Whoever the horse's owner was, he better show himself up, the night was cold enough to chill the beast with the sweat that glistened off his body. Reaching out to pull Dawn closer just so she could feel her own stallion's temperature, her attention was caught however, when the mystery horse suddenly shied towards her back, as did Dawn, and then the shock turned to a grin of amusement when she recognize the voice. How could she not?
"I'm probably the only one in the land who'll call you just about any name you deserve." she retorted with a smirk, turning to meet Peter with her own sparkling hazel eyes. Try as he may, the frown he had on her was utterly unconvincing, and Thalia had half a mind to send him to the theatre, if only to fix him a pokerface. Peter Pevensie would be a horrible liar when the need arises, frankly. Watching with gentle eyes as she grinned, her stallion whinnied and shook out his silvery gold mane as Peter stroked her, before Thalia herself gave a incredulous look at Peter, and then looked away in mock dislike. "Just so you know, I absolutely don't need any checking.." she instated with a firm cock of her lip, and then laughed when Dawn gave a loud whinny, obviously disagreeing with the fact. God knows how many hair-raising things she had done during the war, but Thalia wasn't about to divulge stuff like that to Peter anyway.
Wincing and making a face when Peter used her full name, Thalia stuck her tongue out at him, and then pursed her lips playfully. "Yes it has, Your Majesty." she taunted back with an impish smirk, and flicked her hair backwards, as if disregarding his disapproval. It wasn't as if she could help that she hadn't seen him in a while. Who in their right minds would want a cup of tea and shortbread in the middle of a war? That'd be insane, and Thalia had no time for that. Shrugging at his question, Thalia tangled her hands behind her back, before she replied. "Fine, I suppose. And I couldn't exactly sleep. Midnight rides haven't exactly been high on my schedule lately, so I thought I'd give it a go again." she grinned at him, and then reached out to unbuckle the bridle from her stallion to allow him to graze. Dropping the leather straps to the ground, the fae observed her golden companion for a second, before turning back to Peter. "And you? Not contemplating how to change the world with your own bare hands again, I hope?" she asked cheekily. Its been a while since Thalia had been able to be cheeky, so it sort of felt refreshing to be able to be her own self again.
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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jan 22, 2010 0:51:58 GMT -5
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Peter pressed a single hand to his chest as if she had struck him a blow, but his grin matched her own. He probably did deserve whatever name Thalia decided to call him... he had been quite a fool lately. Narnia had almost suffered because of it, so he took her criticism with ease and good spirits. "You and Ed throw names around like it's your duty to Narnia." He teased. Adding his brother's name into the mix caused him to squint his eyes a little. Peter couldn't quite recall if she had met his brother before. He wondered what she would think of the strange boy, more of a man now then a child. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Thalia had turned away, and the faint curve of her pouting lips was visible even under the faint moonlight. He laughed flat out at her response, and her horse joined him. The other stallion glanced at the two noises anxiously and moved a few feet to graze away from the loud beasts. Peter, in the mean time, had rested his hand on Dawn's back leg, shifting some of his weight over to the sturdy horse. "Right, and the Stone Table bleeds buttermilk." He jested, still leaning against her horse. "You aren't invincible Thalia. Neither am I, apparently. However..." Peter paused and grinned, "Dawn may be..."
He mimicked her cringe when she used the term your majesty. It felt foreign to him, for he had just become accustomed to a life outside of leading an army and being referred to formally. In Cair Paravel he was Peter, and nothing more. Throughout Narnia he was King Peter, occasionally your majesty before he requested his name be used. He had half a mind to remind Thalia he was just Peter, but he knew in response to that she would insist she was just Thalia. At least he had been open with his true name upon their meeting... after all, she had introduced herself as Natalia. He felt a wave of relief surge through him at the mere sight of her, alive and healthy enough to crack jokes at his expense. He had lost a few comrades during the war, and each loss was worthy of grieving, but he didn't think he could tolerate Thalia's death very well. "I just reinstated nightly rides in my own schedule. They were unfortunately postponed for various reasons..." He said, a silent nod to the period of time that had passed. Had he caught Lyanne midride, or Susan or Lucy, he would have mentioned they ought not to be ought alone at such hours, even with Narnia at peace again. But he knew Thalia well enough to know she wouldn't listen to him, so he remained silent, with raised eyebrows questioning her choice.
He watched Thalia unfasten her horse's bridle, and glanced back at his own stallion. He seemed to be doing well even with the bit in his mouth, but Peter knew he would be much happier with the leather harness off of him. He removed the metal bit from between the horse's teeth, his back turned to Thalia. Then Peter took it a step further, and removed the saddle from his back. He then placed the various pieces on the low but sturdy branches of an old oak tree. Peter stroked the bark thoughtfully before he returned to Thalia's side, watching the horses nibble away at sacred ground. "Certainly not." He said promptly, shaking his head with a toss of blonde hair. "I figure I'll lay low for a week or so before putting Narnia in any more serious danger." Peter added, but there was a strange undertone in his voice. He brought his hands together, gazing at Thalia's knees in distant thought. "Your family is well?" He asked, glancing back up at her. He hadn't heard of any deaths in these areas, but information was still being pieced together about citizens.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jan 22, 2010 2:40:42 GMT -5
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He could've fooled the world with his hurt look, but Thalia only deigned him with a scoff when he placed a hand on his chest. Really, when would he stop acting like a hurt person? Yet at the same time, Thalia couldn't help but laugh softly at him. "Well, it is. Can't have our King walking around with a head too big on his shoulders, no?" she threw back with a grin. She knew who Edmund was, of course she did. Despite the fact that she had never see him much, she had heard plenty of him through Peter, and his sisters. Apparently, the guy was as good as her when it comes to disregarding Peter's status, and... Thalia actually found it amusing.
"Oh, the Stone Table bleeds buttermilk? Ah, then I should visit it more often. I love buttermilk buns." she retorted with a grin right back at him, her reply coming quick like lightning. Clicking her tongue at Dawn when he leaned against his rump. Hiding a chortle behind her hands when the stallion indulged in her order and moved away from his leaning back. "I'm not." she agreed, when he mentioned she was invincible. And Thalia admitted, she wasn't. Afterall, she did get a couple of new scars here and there during the war. Not that she was about to admit it, of course.
The girl recognized the wince when she used his official title. Which was what she intended of course. If anything, Thalia hated her name Natalia. Even back when she first knew him years back, she hated introducing herself wth that name. But she wouldn't risk anyone knowing who she as back then. Now... she really couldn't be bothered. Then again, it wasn't as if Peter didn't know who she was already. Raising her brows when he said they were postponed, she laughed softly, shaking her head ruefully at him. Thalia was rather surprised actually, that he had not sent her home immediately. But it wasn't as if she would listen anyway, Thalia was just stubborn that way. Good to know that he had finally learned that fact.
Watching her stallion move away to graze slightly, the girl's brow furrowed when she saw the sweat shimmering on its velvet skin. It probably wasn't a good idea to let Dawn idle too long without exercise to heat it up again, lest he caught a cold. "A week or two? Thats rather long." she said, when Peter spoke. Turning around with a cheeky twinkle in her hazel eyes, she continued. "I'd have thought you'd go back to your old ways in two days or more. Isn't it so?" she teased with a grin. A gust of wind that blew messed up her hazel brown curls, and caused Thalia to tuck her brown locks aside, before replying him. "Pretty much. My parents just came back today. I had to clean up the manor." Pausing for a second, before continuing. "What about yours?" she asked in return, unable to help herself. As far as she knew, Lucy was well. But what about the rest of his loved ones?.
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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jan 23, 2010 21:09:42 GMT -5
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He lifted his chin instead of indulging her with a reply. Peter only looked magnificent for a moment, but when Dawn moved away he lost his balance and nearly fell flat on his back. Instead he stumbled upright, once more narrowing his eyes at her. One of these days she would pay for that, but until Peter acquired a horse who did whatever he was thinking as Dawn did, revenge would have to wait. However, he did peer at her with surprise when she admitted her lack of invincibility. "At least you admit it." He said seriously. He could recall wondering what would happen if he died in Narnia while rotting away in Jadis' dungeon. Even if he was a legendary king of Old, in England he was still a boy, and if he returned to London he would be seventeen once more. Peter wasn't invincable either... his time may very well run out at a moment's notice.
He could feel the flinch course through his body. Ironic, that in England he couldn't stand being treated like a child, but in Narnia he couldn't stand to be treated like a King. It seemed Peter Pevensi was doomed to be ill-content no matter his status, and the look of disdain lingered on his face a moment longer. Her attention however returned to her horse, so Peter couldn't feign being cross for long. He glanced wistfully at the saddle bags hanging off of the tree branch. He shrugged broad shoulders when she commented on the length of a week's worth of time. "No promises I'll last that long." He said with his own slight chuckle. Yet again there was a curious undertone in his voice, and his eyes did not quite meet hers when he spoke. Peter could jest about his own shortcomings, but that didn't mean there wasn't a heaping portion of self blame still residing on his plate.
That disappeared when Thalia mentioned she had to clean for her parents arrival. He burst out into a fit of laughter, cocking an eyebrow at her. "I didn't realize you knew what that word meant." Peter commented playfully. "I'm glad everyone is all right though." He shrugged his shoulders yet again when she asked about his family. "My siblings are well. I think Edmund has a few nasty bruises still, and a few scars, but the girls are okay." Peter himself had gotten out alive, and that was more then he could have asked for, not to mention the health of his siblings. Lyanne was okay, Peter's close friends were okay. Not everyone had made it out alive, but at the very least his siblings were safe. He gave her a fleeting, distracted smile, taking a few strides away from Thalia in favor of the saddle bags. Peter unclasped one of the pockets, digging through it before he whipped out a small parcel. He pulled it out and returned to Thalia's side. Inside was a rather large biscuit he had taken from the kitchens. He broke it in to two pieces, crumbs falling onto the damp ground and offered one of the pieces to Thalia before stuffing the other one into his mouth.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jan 25, 2010 3:48:10 GMT -5
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Thalia laughed when Peter stumbled and almost fell, disregarding the narrowed eyes with a impish grin threw his way as she reached up to stroke her obedient stallion's velvet neck. "Good boy, Dawn." the girl whispered in to the ear of the steed, grinning as he whickered and casted a mean look towards the King, before returning to the grazing grounds, as Thalia turned back to Peter. "Well... I can't say I'm invincible when I'm not, right? That'll clearly be lying." Well, if it was before the war, Thalia might well have said she was invincible. But with the scars to prove she wasn't, she can't exactly tell a white lie to Peter now could she. That, and the fact that she really didn't want to encourage the idea of invincibility to Peter, too much might get to his head. As it was, Thalia wondered if he would get himself killed one of these days.
Following his gaze towards the saddlebags when he went silent for a second, she fixated her gaze back on him when he spoke, and snickered to accompany his chuckle. Yet her sharp ears picked out the rippled undertone, and the girl walked closer to him. Reaching towards him, she used her bent forefinger to chuck his chin like she would a child, except he was probably half a head taller then her, before she spoke. "Aish, not your fault, kay? Nothing was your fault, you dummy." she reinstated. Half of her couldn't help but not be surprised at the self-blame Peter had. She should've known by now. Peter was a great King, but he takes too many things on his own shoulders sometimes.
When he started laughing when she said she was cleaning her manor though, Thalia shot a gaze that said she clearly thought he was crazy, before she aimed a kick at him when he spoke. "Oi." she paused, giving it thought. Well, she didn't exactly do any of the cleaning herself. "Doesn't mean I don't have servants to do that for me, now does it smarty?" she finally finished her admonishment with a smirk at him. Upon hearing that everyone was fine, Thalia couldn't help but feel relieved. Truth be told, she had been wondering just who had manage to survive the massacre, but to hear that the ones closest to her was fine took a big boulder off her chest, that was for sure. Taking the half-biscuit with a raised brow of amusement at Peter, she broke her half in to two more pieces, and fed the smaller one to Dawn, whom had wandered closer, taking the last piece with a single bite, before dusting her hands.
Running a hand across Dawn's underside, she brushed her fingers lightly through his golden mane, before calling Peter's horse over, and doing the same. "Up for a run, oh majestic king? Their getting rather chilled, and need to warm up." she asked, a playful sparkle in her eyes. She thinks the king needed a break. And nothing like a hell-for-leather ride over the terrains to get your mind off things and get home to sleeping the rest of the night away, right? That, and the fact that Thalia was pretty sure Dawn could still outrun any steed Peter brought. She just wanted to see his dejected face when she did so. .
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Post by High King Peter Pevensie on Jan 26, 2010 23:07:35 GMT -5
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Peter scowled when Dawn glanced behind him and shot a dirty look at him. "Nice to see you too. You'll get yours soon enough." He added, but the latter part was mostly for Thalia's benefit rather then Dawn's. Eventually he would think up a decent way to make the girl suffer for her crimes against Peter's sanity... but for now he had bigger things on his plate. Like getting back in shape, getting all of Narnia healthy again, and stabilizing the defense of his country. "You've lied to me before." He commented, quirking a brow. "Why stop now?" He hesitated, pondered, and then added "Not that I wouldn't call you out on it. And since it's an obvious lie, as opposed to your name..." Peter grinned provokingly.
A moment later he felt the soft presence of fingertips below his chin, and he glanced down to find Thalia underneath him. He lingered under her touch long enough for her to get her words out, but the moment she finished he fidgetted away. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head, letting his hair fall all around his eyes. "You don't know that, Thalia. Let Narnia believe what it wants," his gaze shifted to the horses wistfully, "but I'm not free of blame." He waited for her to rebell, to revoke the words he had spoken, and moved away a bit more. No, there was not a living soul who knew just how much Peter had contributed to both sides of the war, but at least now he had a sturdy grasp on the situation at hand. He could make up for all that he had done, and he would. No matter the cost.
The awkwardness Peter had generated and saught to get away from now disappeared with Thalia's hypothetical cleaning. He dodged her kick, laughing as he did so. "Did I strike a nerve, my Lady?" He asked affectionately, quirking a bow. "I admit I don't clean. I pity the poor Badger who attends to my room. I think I've left mud tracks in there on more then one occasion..." He studied Thalia's interaction with Dawn, waiting the horse nimble away at his food. His eyes wandered to his own horse, who was happily eating away. Thalia's action sent a wave of guilt that he hadn't at least offered to the quiet creature, but he hardly thought the stallion cared one way or another, as long as he recieved his oats at the end of the trip. He watched the horse move forward with Thalia's call, admiring the waves of muscles underneath him.
He rose his head quickly when Thalia suggested a run, appraising Dawn with new eyes. He glanced between the two horses before his gaze settled on the girl. "I suppose we could..." He glanced at the saddle still perched on the tree branch, and the bridle within. The bridle he certainly needed- he trusted the stallion but Peter was no legendary horseman. The saddle he could do without, but finding it again might prove quarrelsome, so he decided he would retack anyway. "You can take a headstart while I tack him up. You'll need it." Peter said with a sly grin, putting his horse in the bridle first before he started to mess with the sadde. He double checked each piece of gear, checking the girth three times before he remounted the stallion and scooted forward on his back. Without warning he lurched forward, flying off into the forest. Every bit of kingliness was left behind on the ground by Aslan's How, and for the second time that night, Peter was just a boy, or man now, enjoying a romp in the woods. "And here I thought women could ride..." He taunted, calling out behind him. He knew it was just enough to rattle Thalia's bones, and that thought made him encourage his steed into a gallop.
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Sometimes, Thalia thought the only way to get Peter back to his normal self was to throw those pranks at him. It wasn't as if it was her only joy, watching Peter stumble over and over again in front of her, but if they managed to revert him back to the guy she knew still resided in him, she would do it countless time again. Oh, and the fact that Thalia found him cute when he stumbled was totally unrelated. "Aw c'mon Pet. Its been years, and you still hold that grudge?" she taunted with a nickname of her own, and then muttered under her breath. "I can't believe you still remember that. Pssh." Rolling her eyes, she gave Peter an amused look, but let the matter drop. After all, no sense in dragging up something that happened years ago, right?
She softened however, when he fidgeted away from her. The blonde locks that fell to cover her eyes was brushed away, and then she nudged his forehead with her forefinger. "But I'm not Narnia. And I still think you're one of the best Kings this land can have." she said softly. People would think her dumb, but Thalia had the greatest trust and faith in Peter to do things he thought was right. As long as he wasn't being brash and pig-headed, Peter called out the best decisions, and she knew he was King for a reason. Aslan never chose the wrong candidate, that much Thalia believed. But she also believed in Peter as a friend, and she knew he was a guy with a sense of responsibility bigger then the ice caps in the land of Jadis. Letting her hands brush against his cheek, she spoke again. "You're not free of blame, but you're not fully of blame either." her words were soft, tender, wary but trusting, before she drew away, getting back to a more neutrel topic of cleaning.
Snickering when he spoke of him dirtying his own room, Thalia could just imagine. The countless times they had parted ways with him dripping either in water or in mud, Thalia couldn't count. Not including the times he trudges too mud and stuff, Thalia really did pity the poor animals and staff who cleans Cair Paravel. It must be a tough job. The run she suggested however, seemed to be perfect to get the King's mind off things. She recognized his slyness immediately, and then rolled his eyes when he suggested a headstart. "You jest, Pet." she taunted in returned, cocking a hand as a signal for Dawn to return to her.
The golden stallion adhered immediately, cantering up to Thalia with a whicker. In return, she slipped the bit back in to his soft mouth, caressing the edges of the tender skin a little more, before deciding to do away with the bit completely. Dropping the metal mouthpiece on the ground to prevent further damaging the corner of the stallion's tender skin, she merely hooked the bridle to the edge of the leather straps, and swung herself on easily, just as Peter shot forward. Instantly urging Dawn to match the pace, she leaned low, intending to at least give Peter some leeway. Bad mistake. Woman can't ride? Her eyes narrowed, and Thalia pressed forward in her seat, squeezing her ankles around Dawn's middle. Almost immediately in response, the golden stallion shot forward in full speed, almost as if he was a blur of a golden arrow. The cream silken tail was like a rushing waterfall as they ran, and Thalia smirked at Peter when they ran past. "Oh, women can ride, Peter. I'm afraid its the High King himself who can't ride." she replied his taunt with a playfully mocking smirk of her own, before turning her back on Peter to allow Dawn free rein to fly.
The stallion, in reply, flew across the ground he did. Dodging tree branches and leaping easily across fallen trunks, the destrier manoevred the area easily, a place Thalia had brought Dawn to countles times. She didn't even bother on checking behind her for Peter, and instead focused only on staying ahead, laughing occasionally as she sat up once in awhile. The wind generated by the speed of which they were going whipped her hazel locks, tangling them and at the same time giving her cheeks a healthy pink glow at the exhiliration. It wasn't until Dawn came to a mediocre sized waterfall, the same one of which she had led Peter on a treasure hunt that one evening so many years ago, did Thalia finally stop. Dismounting from Dawn, she unbuckled the bridle to allow him a drink of water again, before leaning against the granite wall, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for him to arrive. "So, woman can't ride, huh your Majesty?" she asked almost dangerously, as soon as he arrived.
He may be a King, but Thalia Earlshire will not hestitate on drowning him if he happens to throw a quip about her gender, or her ability. She was no weakling court lady.
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