Take Back the Crown

Tetra turned to the healer and said, "I can get you there faster. Can you find your way there from above the treeline? Also I suppose I should ask your name." @Danika
 
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"Aaand it's great to have you all here!" Bo smiled, eyebrows raised, with his hands up as he addressed them all, but then directed them to where the princess was lying. His face followed suit and grew more serious. "But the princess. Guys. Is she - er - are you going to be alright? And where's Lucas?" Was she even conscious?
 
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"Last time I saw the Prince I had him placed in a tree. I don't know where he went now." Valeiah turned to Tetra. "Valeiah."
 

Yaroslav frowned, well, more than he usually did anyway. "I was not scolding you." He said taking notice of her expression, afraid he sounded angry before, "I just do not want you to feel as if you must face enemies alone, you are allowed to ask for aid when you are in danger... You are apart of our company, after all." They finally reached the group, and it seemed that there were new faces. He hoped that would be the last of the uninvited guests.


Svetlana continued to smile, she was far too tired to bicker with a stupid youngling. She sat on the butt of the wagon and looked up at the group, seeing Thora and Yaroslav rejoined, "Friends and strangers, you all fought well today. And Tetra," she said toward the towering woman next to her, gladdened to finally know her name and especially glad to see her true form, "If you take this--" she tried to find a relatively nice name for the healer, "child back to her home to get her supplies, there is a river not too far from here where we will set up camp for the night. Just so you know where to go when you return." She said with a grin.


She turned her attention to her grandson, "Yaro!" She called, "Put the princess in the wagon so we can get a move on." As Yaro departed from Thora and gently scooped up the princess, Svetlana looked to the rest of the group again, "We'll make camp by the river, and wash there too. I'm sure you're all tired of the imp stench. My wagons are filled with tents, blankets, pillows, as well as food. You'll all have to pitch in and help set it up." With that, she stood up and hopped onto the bench at the head of the wagon. Yaro put the princess in his wagon, being kind enough to put a pillow under her head and cover her in a warm blanket. He even wrapped her head in a bandage while he was at it. He took a seat on the wagon and noticed the young prince spectating not too far away, "Hey kid," He said gruffly, "You should get in the back with your sister."
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Thora eyed the tall man and smiled softly. She supposed working in a group wouldn't be too awful after all. She watched as he was reunited with his grandmother. She made her way to her horse which had miraculously stayed near the group during all of the ruckus. She hopped on and adjusted herself on the saddle. She spoke softly in an old nymph language and pet its soft mane.
 
She nodded her agreement - Phaedra was eager to wash off the stench of imp blood and burnt flesh from her person. It was a welcome change to be traveling in a group. She noted that everyone's steeds miraculously seemed not to have scattered in the ruckus earlier, to which Phaedra had to admire just how well-trained they were. While everyone else climbed up into their saddles, Phaedra summoned wind around herself to lift her feet off the ground. It was an effortless thing to do, unlike flying, which was a little more complicated. She supposed she could thank her mother for this interesting gift at the very least.

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Tetra nodded and suddenly fell forwards. Right above the ground her body exploded into violent twitching flesh before a black horse with large gold wings emerged. The horse shook itself then she thought to them both, Svetlana almost all mortals are children to me, including you, but one should really not call attention to it. People tend to get touch about comparative mortality. Now get on board Valeiah, we need to get moving now. I will catch up at the river camp. @Lo Alyssa @Danika
 
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'I refer to her as a child, mainly because she acts like one.' She countered with a chuckle, 'Even young Lucas has more maturity. But you have a point, I shall take my leave of this pointless quarrel.'
 
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Oceana stood and sighed. She smelled disgusting. It was going to take a lot of work to get her things cleaned and in working order again.


She sighed again. And shifted her pack.


I cannae wait to take a bath.


She limped over to Yaroslav and pointed at the wagon.


"May I?"


@Lo Alyssa
 
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Bo held his tongue and remained silent as things quickly started falling into place, and before he knew it, they were all going on their way again. Svetlana bore a powerful presence and seemed to be a more than capable leader while the princess was healing, and her grandson Yaro seemed to be a very willing helper. He figured it had as much to do with the powerful magic they had as their apparent age. Three hundred years was a very long time.


He called over his horse, who seemed a little traumatized, but for the most part, ok. "Hey, don't worry Santo. You're still in one piece." Not that being in one piece was the only important factor in being ok, but, it wasn't like the horse could understand him anyway. It wasn't about what he said, but how he said it. Still, he preferred to be affectionate, speaking softly and petting her head. "Let's go."


After hopping up on his horse, he looked around for Phaedra. It would be nice to continue talking with her without an impy interruption. Oop - and there she was! ...Floating... again. That must be her preferred method of travel.





He rode up to her. "How do you do that?" He hoped she'd give a longer answer than just 'magic.' People were always pulling that card (and so was he).
 
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Yaroslav nodded, "Sure." He grunted, and scooted over to make room. "You are one of the newer faces I have not seen." He said, trying his best to make nice, though his grisly tone made him seem annoyed, "My name is Yaroslav." He said, grabbing the reigns of the horses in front of him. He actually trained the horses himself, which is why none of them ran away at the first sign of danger. They were the only living things he felt comfortable around.

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Phaedra noticed Bo approaching her on horseback and gave him a nod of acknowledgment. When he drew near, she was pleasantly surprised by him initiating conversation. She did enjoy talking, though she liked to pretend that she didn't just as much.

"I'll tell you if you would explain something to me afterwards. I'd like to know how you breathe lightning." She was still curious, having saved that question in her mind since the attack. Phaedra couldn't suppress a small smile, and she did try quite hard to hold it back. "I have a sneaking suspicion that you are not a mage."

She didn't view this as prying. From her perspective, it was simply an exchange of information and she was not one to hide anything when asked. But, if she could gain something out of sharing, she would prefer that. This would certainly sate her curiosity for a time, at least until the next big nagging question gnawed at her mind.

@soundofmind
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"Many thanks" Oceana grunted just as grumpily. Humans made her... uncomfortable, to say the least. But the horses liked this man. So she tried her best to trust him too.


Now that the fight was over, she would have to get along with them in a more social setting somehow. She sighed


"Oceana." She replied
 
"Thank for your flame just now," Ferrix said to the man- who he didn't know the name of yet- as they were moving. How funny, he was travelling with these people and yet he didn't know some of their name and vice versa. "My name is Ferrix. May I ask for your name as well?"
 
Lucasta's eyes fluttered open, and she couldn't see for a moment. The light was overwhelming after her knock out. She moaned quietly, and sat up, bringing her hands to her head. She felt it, and realized a bandage was on it. That made her calm down a bit. It still hurt, but at least she won't be loosing anymore blood. She turned her head towards the front of the wagon, seeing Yarolav and Oceana. She didn't recognize the elf, but considering she was knocked out during the imp battle, and awoke in a more peaceful situation she assumed she had joined the company.

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"Hmm." He looked to the side with a thoughtful frown, considering her request. Maybe knowing how she did that wasn't worth it. Maybe he should save the question asking for later? But was there really much harm in answering? He continued to think, his face scrunching up as he thought to himself. On the one hand, it keeps the conversation going. On the other hand, it's kind of personal. On the OTHER hand, that's kind of what conversations are made of, especially when you're first getting to know a person. Of course I could engage in pointless banter, avoiding the subject completely, and talking about the journey before us or something, but... ah, what the heck. It'll come up eventually. Might as well get it out now! Sooner is better than later, right? ... Right?





"Sure. Why not." Maybe because you don't want to. That's a valid reason! Oh, shut up, inner monologue. There's little value in being mysterious. It just creates distrust (but on the plus side, people think you're edgy and cool). Bo shrugged with his lips pulled back in straight line. "You first."


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Phaedra obviously noticed this internal struggle that was taking place because the amusement was plain on her face. That sparkle of laughter was in her eyes again as she watched. She didn't realize that she had touched a subject that he was uncomfortable with, but that only made the information that much more desirable to her now. She was more than willing to hold up her end of the exchange, not feeling the slightest bit of remorse for making him uncomfortable in this particular case.

"I'll keep it between us." She starts, before going into detail about her own little trick.

"I suppose it is technically magic.. My mother was an air elemental, which would explain my... appearance." She flashed an almost bitter smile. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, transitioning smoothly into her next sentence. "Magic courses through my veins because of my heritage, but I do have the particular ability to control the air around me. I could even bring in cloudy weather, if I thought about it really hard."

She pauses, allowing him time to respond to her before upholding his half of the exchange. Phaedra pondered briefly if he even would, considering his reaction to her question. She wouldn't have minded, but it probably would be something that would nag at her even in her dreams if she didn't get an answer.

@soundofmind
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"Ah!" Oceana exclaimed. "Princess Lucasta. You are awake." The elf maiden reached into her pack and grasped a small pouch. She dumped several lumpy, red berries into her palm.


"These are mulberries. They should help with your head injuries."


Yuroslav looked at her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye.


To demonstrate, Oceana ate four of them and waited a few moments.


As expected, nothing happened


Again she offered four of the small, sweet berries to the princess.


"My name is Oceana. I'm an elf from a clan just west of Mt. Eldur. When I was fourteen summers old, my clan's elder had a vision. Of the future. And you were in it."


The elf maiden sighed and looked to the sky.


"It has been my destiny to protect you on this journey. And yet all I had been told was your names."


She looked back at the princess, ultramarine eyes ablaze.


"Even still, I will defend you and your company until my last breath. The fate of the entire realm depends on our success. Human or elf or fae. From dragonflies to true dragons. If we want to truly live, we must take back the kingdom. The crown."


Oceana then laughed at herself and guilt colored her smiling expression.


"I'm sorry that must be a lot to take in after just waking up. Please forgive me."


@Queen of Fantasy
 
Abigail took off at a sudden gallop and leapt into the air. She flapped her wings, taking off into the air and flying into the forest. @Danika (return once the transition to camp?)
 
"I'll keep that in mind if it ever gets too sunny." Bo winked at her and grinned, but it didn't last long. He bit his lip, "Hah, yeah, right... uh, well, so I guess it's my turn." He considered asking more questions to stall, but that would just be silly. He was already using all of the filler words he could think of. He began to think of how he could give a short, concise answer. Yes! He'd give the least amount of details possible, but just enough to answer the question.


"I'm uh, able to 'breathe' lightning and stuff because I've have a dragon's blood. It breathed lightning, so I do too." That sounded simple enough, right? He avoided eye contact by staring forward at the path (lips drawn back in a line again), fearing that looking at her might spark more curiosity somehow.


He began to laugh nervously, "SO UH, you know, unless you're also into exchanging unpleasant memories, let's leave it at that!" Oh my gosh why couldn't you just leave it. You just had to say more didn't you. Now you won't be mysterious and cool anymore.



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"...." Ayda quietly fiddled with her fingers away from the group, the raven haired woman too ashamed to go near them.


'Maybe I shouldn't have came after all... I'm just an even bigger burden then before... No! Don't be so negative! I can probably make up for this later... Probably.' Ayda sighed, before realising something. She never learnt what those things were and why they attacked them? Ayda had been a bit too busy to listen to anyone, so she didn't know if anyone even said anything about the imps.


"maybe I should ask someone...." Ayda mumbled, still too shy to go up to anyone.
 
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