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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 18, 2009 22:43:16 GMT -5
She was definitely keeping something from him. And truthfully, she was doing an awful job at covering it up. She was great when it came to being silly and mischievous, but when it came to hiding something, she was obviously a bit worse. Let’s just say her acting skills needed some work when it came to real life matters. He could tell she was trying incredibly hard to keep her emotions in check, not allowing a since feature of her face out of line. However, in doing so, she made herself appear much more guilty. All he could do was smile, eyes looking at a very guilty young woman, wondering what in the world could be so awful that she wanted to hide away from the world.
He waited patiently. Something was just telling him that she was going to fess up, finally. Maybe it was his whole, I’m getting serious now, face. He waited and waited, just watching as she was visibly contemplating whether or not to tell him. Or perhaps she was just thinking up a very terrific lie. Either one would work out really. He allowed his gaze to drift from her during the slight silence. Turning slightly to make sure Magic was doing alright behind him, he turned back to her when she began to speak.
He almost laughed out loud when she was finished. It was all a matter of hiding her identity, something he wasn’t trying to do exactly, he just wasn’t making himself completely clear. And he was doing it for pure amusement. For some reason or another, she simply didn’t want to be known as the daughter of the Earlshires, a very prominent and noble family in Narnia. He concentrated, wondering if he had ever seen her at court or some other event where her parents would be present. However, he couldn’t recall her face.
Not knowing exactly what to say, since his entire identity seemed a bit of a lie now that she came out about who she really was. Not that his opinion of her changed. So, she was from a very noble and respected family. Did he expect her to be off, learning to become a proper lady? Of course not. Look at him, neglecting his kingly duties at the very moment, simply enjoying himself. He smiled softly, looking over at her. “So you didn’t want me to know you were from a noble family?” He questioned, laughing softly.
To tell or not to tell. Shaking his head a bit, he couldn’t help but let another laugh escape his lips. The situation was just so ironic, it was unbelievable. Here she was, trying to hide who she really was. And there he was, the high king of Narnia, not exactly hiding his true identity, but simply not making it clear. Deciding now was as good a time as any, he spoke again. “Well, if it makes you feel any better I live over at Cair Paravel and I seem to be currently neglecting my own responsibilities as High King.” He spoke nonchalantly, smiling brightly at her and waiting for her reaction. He just hoped she would feel better now, knowing that just because she was of nobility, she wouldn’t be regarded differently by him.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 19, 2009 5:28:48 GMT -5
“So you didn’t want me to know you were from a noble family?”
The girl shook her head, unable to resist the blush that tainted her cheeks as she did so. After all, did it seem like a very childish wish? Not to Thalia though. She had seen enough disapproving glances from the elder matrons of society. Apparently, they deemed Thalia's behaviour 'rash' and 'unsuited', and even if her Maman never stated it, she knew Lady Earlshire, like all other mothers of the society, merely wanted to see her daughter safely married. Not that Thalia was having suitors banging down the door for her hand in marriage, at least not whilst she still ran wild in the forest climbing trees and riding horses. And they insisted on calling her 'Natalia' in that condescending tone! Not that Thalia had any objections against that name, but the formality of it all made shivers trail up her spine.
Turning back to look at Peter, her expression was partially confused when he started laughing, not exactly sure what point was he trying to prove. Did he think her farce hilarious? Or the fact that Thalia just didn't want to be known as a nobles daughter funny? Or had he heard of her before? It was funny, how Thalia cared so much about what he thought, but still, when it came to her own actions and doings, the girl can get a little unsecure in her own skin sometimes.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better I live over at Cair Paravel and I seem to be currently neglecting my own responsibilities as High King.”
The truth took a slight second to sink in, but when it did, her bottom lip dropped in surprise, and all Thalia did for a minute or two was gape quite unbecomingly at Peter, whilst doing nothing, before common sense finally struck her like a stone against her head, and the girl quickly scrambled up, dusting her skirt and standing upright, before she laced her fingers behind again, head looking at her feet, obviously not sure at how to act. Thalia had always been uncomfortable at noble parties. The High King? She stood no chance.
"Y-Your majesty!" the girl manage to squeak out, all the while wondering why had her voice turned to become like a rat. "I-I'm sorry. I failed to recognize you earlier." Thalia continued, her voice catching now and again on her words, as she fiddled with her fingers behind her back, eyes kept constantly trained on her feet. Obviously, the girl had no idea how to react to the fact that the guy she had been talking to earlier, acting for all the world like he was nothing more then a village boy, had actually been the High King.
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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 19, 2009 16:02:04 GMT -5
He honestly could not wait to see the reaction she would give to his words. As long as she wasn’t going to get mad and push him into the river, he would be perfectly fine with her reaction. A bemused smile set across his lips, he anxiously waited, his legs stretched out comfortably in front of him. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he couldn’t help but wonder how she would actually react. Would she laugh and think he was joking? Or perhaps she would be stunned and just look at him. Or she could also stand up and do the whole, I’m so sorry sire, blah, blah, blah, as if he transformed in front of her into some mystical king who couldn’t be talked to normally.
If there was one thing he disliked about his position as High King, it was the way he was treated by some of his subjects. They acted as if he wasn’t a simple human being. Peter made mistakes, he got angry. He was far from being perfect. And just because he held the title did not mean he was any better than anyone else. He had earned the title of High King, simply because his heart was completely in it. He loved being the one in charge, the one leading the others into battle. Being High King was him. However, he wasn’t exactly a High King. He was Peter Pevensie, a normal eighteen year old boy with a strong love of a place called Narnia.
Ah ha, she was the jump up and proclaim her apology kind. He watched her, the amusement he had had before bursting now to its fulfillment. Her stuttering words only added to his amusement as she refused to raise her eyes now, refusing to look at him, for the fear of being reprimanded. As if he would do such a thing. He slowly stood up to stand across from her, managing to keep himself in character. It was hard, however, because he was dying to laugh.
As soon as he was standing, however, he started laughing. Holding his stomach slightly, he was nearly doubled over in laughter. Sure she was looking at him funnily, he looked at her, shaking his head while his laughing subsided. “Are you serious?” He asked, continuing to laugh softly as he looked at her. “Come on now, I’m only human.” He smiled charmingly, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for her to return to her previous state. There was no need for her to act as if he was some sort of foreign creature now. He laughed again softly, shaking his head once more. “Sorry to spring it on you. I was just having too much fun.” He smiled, blue eyes looking at her.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 19, 2009 20:48:23 GMT -5
Of all things she expected Peter to do, laughing was probably last on her list. Or at least somewhere in the middle. Did he find her predicament funny? Or did he just feel like laughing alot this morning? Yet Thalia couldn't help but give a little smile to accompany that cocked, slightly curious, slightly amused look as she peered up at Peter from where she stood, wondering just what in the world went on in his head.
“Are you serious? Come on now, I'm only human."
Weee-lll. He did have a point there. Looking up at him, the girl gave a sheepish laugh, but couldn't exactly think of a reply other then the nervous laughter that filtered through her lips as she looked at how he was smiling at her. Obviously, the High King had a couple of charms on his own. He had to, of course, or half the countries girls wouldn't be swooning after him. Thalia found their actions ridiculous sometimes, yet she couldn't fault them now, for he did have his charms, even if he did look like any other guy to Thalia sometimes.
“Sorry to spring it on you. I was just having too much fun.”
The sheepish grin widened, but Thalia's stature relaxed some, as her laced fingers loosened a little, and the girl spoke. "Its nothing. It was just a little... sudden, I guess." the girl replied, her words still chosen carefully as she spoke, and then her gaze slipped to Cair Paravel, and then back to Peter, before she asked, "Why are you out here so early? And here I thought nobles and royalties slept till the sun was high in the sky." she questioned, a slight hint of her earlier tease returning to her tone. Thalia could never remain formal for long, High King or not, and this was no exception.
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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 20, 2009 10:58:25 GMT -5
The laughter was something he just couldn’t hold back. Maybe he was being improper, since he was one of the kings of old and all, but he just could not help himself. He found it so amusing, the way people would change their reactions to him once they knew his status in Narnia. It was unnecessary, but it was bound to happen. However, it was just so amusing and funny to him. As he began to slow his laughter, he was glad she looked back up at him instead of at the ground. What was he going to do, flip out because she was looking at him in the eyes, like a normal person would? He smiled at her, not truthfully believing the young woman who had been such a trickster moments before was now feeling the need to treat him differently.
He encouraged her with his smile. He hoped he didn’t look like some evil scary monster. He just wanted to be Peter to her, once again. She visibly relaxed, and that was exactly what he had been looking for. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable and nervous now that she knew who exactly he was. He laughed when she spoke of it being a bit sudden. Yes, he did spring it onto her, and he felt a bit bad. But she had recovered quickly, just as he knew she would. See, it wasn’t so bad.
He felt her gaze move towards the castle he called his home, then settle back on. His lips continued to curl upwards into an amused smile, listening as she posed her questions. “And here I thought nobles and royalties slept till the sun was high in the sky.” He shrugged at her words, laughing a bit, glad to see that she was back into her regular character. “I’ve already told you. I just really enjoy this time of day.” He smiled, looking across the scenery surrounding them once again. The light was still that soft kind. The sun had some time before it rose high in the skies. “And you yourself are of a noble family. So, basically, you just made fun of yourself.” He smiled, eyes dancing with the teasing tone, glad their familiar banter was back.
He stood there, knowing that the castle was bound to be waking up by now. The sun would be streaming into the bedroom windows and everyone would be up, ready to eat their breakfast. Peter usually didn’t return back at the castle until he knew everyone was up. However, with the start of the day, that meant many visitors. Female visitors. He didn’t want to boast, but there were many female suitors that visited the castle frequently, hoping that Peter would suddenly fall in love with them. He felt he pressures around him when it came to marriage. Everyone thought that if High King Peter married, that meant little princes and princesses running around, bringing only good to Narnia. However, Peter was not to be persuaded. He would find someone in his own due course, and he would not be pushed into anything. The women that chased him about Narnia, they were only lessening their own chances of receiving Peter’s love and affection.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 21, 2009 1:24:44 GMT -5
“I’ve already told you. I just really enjoy this time of day.”
Having forgotten for a second, the girl nodded again when the reminder came, but could see no surprise in it. After all, when it came to a country as beautiful as Narnia, why shouldn't you enjoy its sunrise? Of which Thalia was sure was the best time of the day no matter where you were. And if Narnia was so beautiful, shouldn't its sunrise be double the beauty? Of course, it could just be her biasness talking, but being loyal to ones own home and country wasn't all that bad was it?
“And you yourself are of a noble family. So, basically, you just made fun of yourself.”
Turning to him, she gave him a curious, smiling look, before grinning. "Ah, but there's the catch. I don't consider myself one." the girl said, turning away from him to look back at the looming castle which only now, seems to be stirring and waking up, Thalia spoke again, continuing from her earlier sentence. "I've never acted like one anyway. The elder nobles always said I was a hoyden. So I never saw a reason why I should start behaving like a noble anyway." Which was true, technically. Even her own Maman called her a little wild child, and even if she knew her foster parents still adored her despite the little nicknames, the same cannot be said for the rest of society.
"Besides, being a noble can be oh so boring sometimes, don't you agree?" this time, she turned back to Peter to give him her trademark impish grin again, accompanied by the little playful sparkle in her hazel eyes, before her eyes suddenly went up to the sun which was steadily rising above the sky, and then gave a sudden shrill whistle, to which her stallion easily responded too, cantering over to Thalia the moment his ears pricked to the sound.
The girl reached up, unclasped the stallion's bridle from her belt to hook it around his bit, and then turned to Peter to say, "If you truly want to see a beautiful sunrise, then you could come after me. There is a place, where the view is rather breathtaking." she suggested, merely a faint invite, before the girl easily vaulted across Dawn's back, and spurred her steed in to a fast gait across the grounds, to enter the forest that surrounded the long stretch of the river Narnia.
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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 22, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
Peter’s thoughts of Narnia were no different at all. In his opinion, Narnia was the most beautiful place in the world, in any world. It could also be his bias, since he was king of it and all, but personally, he knew that there was not a better place to be than Narnia. Any thoughts of leaving, such as what happened the time before, during the Golden Age, sent him into a nervous panic. He refused to do such a thing. After leaving Narnia the first time and having the entire kingdom claim that they deserted the Narnians, Peter would not let such a thing happen twice. He was just too attached, too much in love with the place.
So here’s another reason she was hiding her nobility away. She didn’t like the fact that she was from a noble family. And he could certainly understand why. He laughed at her explanation of how she was in front of her family. He could not see her acting like the other noble young ladies of Narnia. He understood how she felt. At times, such at that day, it was nice to simply be some normal person instead of the high king of Narnia. It could be a nuisance or a comfort. He hated when he couldn’t go out and do normal, everyday things because he was the king and people stopped him and wouldn’t speak to him as if he were a normal human, when that’s exactly what he was. “I understand where you are coming from. Some days I would like to pretend I wasn’t the High King of Narnia.” He paused, smiling. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his title, because he did. He just wished that people would treat him normally, as they did before he gained the title.
Her question to him made him smile. Yes, of course it could be boring. It was much better doing what he was doing. Being out and about and exploring the world, enjoying the simple things. Being from nobility could constrain that from someone. However, since he was the king, he could pretty much do as he wished. Thalia, on the other hand, had to obey her parents to a certain extent, he was sure. “Yes, it can be rather boring.” He paused. “But at others, the most exciting thing in the world.” He smiled, knowing that when it was time to lead his people into a battle, the excitement level was quite high.
He listened to her call her stallion and speak. Before he could even blink she was off. Smiling, he got to his feet quickly. Magic was already rearing to go, whinnying loudly and cantering to Peter. Jumping swiftly onto the broad back of the stallion, he found himself sitting comfortably in seconds. Magic knew once Peter was ready and tore off after Dawn and Thalia. Peter smiled, letting the wind whip against his face. Holding the reins loosely, he caught sight of her ahead. With no encouragement, Magic raced after them, keeping a safe distance between himself and Dawn. Peter continued to smile, racing along towards Thalia’s destination.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 22, 2009 19:54:15 GMT -5
“I understand where you are coming from. Some days I would like to pretend I wasn’t the High King of Narnia.”
Giving him a high browed look of amusement, somehow Thalia couldn't fathom how wouldn't Peter like being High King. No one could diss him, no one could talk bad about, no one wanted to in fact, cause he ruled the land with both steady hand and head, and Narnia had never prospered as they had under the rule of the four Pevensies back in the Golden Ages. Yet at the same time, Thalia wondered just how life was being a High King? Lots of work perhaps. Oh, ladies falling at his feet most definitely. Each time she actually went to a ball of some sort, Thalia was sure to hear something about the 'High King's handsome features', yet the girl always brushed them off with disdain, never one to linger on a man's looks. Now though, she wasn't so sure, yet she wasn't about to act like those air-headed, marriage minded ladies either. Thalia was never like that, and she wasn't about to turn in to one either.
“But at others, the most exciting thing in the world.”
Again, her gaze turned to him, this time hazel orbs filled with amusement as she watched him speak about his title, his job, and then gave a slight shrug as she chuckled. "I guess. If you say so." Somehow, Thalia just could not see, how being a noble could be very exciting. The men had wars, but what did the ladies have? Nothing but sewing and mending, minding the children and seeing the household. Nothing very exciting now is it?
Having vaulted on her stallion, Thalia had shot off immediately, and Dawn being built for speed, easily kept the head when she heard Peter started to follow her. Looking over her shoulder, the girl gave a slight smirk, before leaning lower to avoid a couple of branches, as she brought her stallion upstream along the river.
Thundering hooves echoed throughout the serenely peaceful forest as they ran, it wasn't long before she finally broke through the line of trees, and pulled Dawn to a skidded halt before the stallion hurtled across the edge of the cliff they were on, hoping that Peter would have the sense to slow down his own steed when he saw her stop. The girl had no wish to see the High King falling to his death.
"Look."
The girl's singular word was murmured once Peter had stop, her eyes turned to where the sun was rising. A prominent ball of fire raising above the horizon, but what made it all look better, was how the exact same scenary was reflected on the ocean beneath, its orange streaks racing through the previously dark sky to turn it in to daylight.
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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 24, 2009 23:02:13 GMT -5
He supposed she was right about it not being the most exciting thing in the world. At least for the women and girls. He only shrugged though, a mischievous smile on his features. For him, being the high king had many perks, especially when it came down to actual battles and fighting. There wasn’t a thing he enjoyed more than the adrenaline rush he got out of a battle for Narnia. Of course it wasn’t pleasant, and he would never wish such a thing on Narnia. However, when the time came, he was always up to the challenge.
The white stallion raced along behind Thalia and her own steed. Peter couldn’t help but return the smirk when she turned and looked back at him. Peter kept a good distance, and Magic respected Peter’s wishes, simply because Thalia had spoken of Dawn’s protectiveness of her. Peter wasn’t willing to risk getting the other stallion all upset. Normally, if Peter was out with one of his siblings, a racing game would be underway. And today, she was leading him somewhere he didn’t know of, so he must follow. Magic was quite upset by the whole being held back process, but he kept himself together.
He wasn’t sure how far along the river they had gone, but he was sure he could easily get lost if she stranded him out there. Eventually he would return to Cair Paravel. All he had to do was follow the river. However, he it would take some time. He wasn’t concerned about getting lost though. He wasn’t concerned about anything. He simply let Thalia guide him through the trees, their horses speeding around the obstacles in their way. It was peaceful there, the sunlight barely reaching the forest floor in some places, in others it was different. The lighting was still magical, and Peter couldn’t help smiling and admiring the scenery as they blazed past it all in a blur.
However, before he knew it, he watched as Thalia burst through the trees and skidded to a halt. Doing the same with Magic, who had seen the stallion before him and was prepared, they slowed to a halt beside the other pair. He heard her words and could not even turn his gaze to look at her. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the scene playing before him. It was more than beautiful, and Peter smiled softly, looking across the horizon at the rising sun, knowing that there wasn’t a single thing more beautiful.
Finally, he broke his gaze from the sunrise and turned to Thalia. He caught his breath slightly, just a bit, and found himself looking down quickly afterwards. The lighting and the way the sun lit up the picture of Thalia and Dawn was breathtaking and miraculous. He felt rather silly, finding himself thinking how the sun played against her complexion and brightened her face, that soft lighting sparkling across her. Looking back up, he smiled softly, trying to force the thoughts of how, well, pretty she looked there beside him. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about how pretty girls were, what was he thinking. Forcing the thoughts from his mind, he spoke. “It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His gaze connected with hers, he simply hoped his eyes weren’t conveying his current emotions, because that would just make him feel very silly.
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 25, 2009 0:58:47 GMT -5
Dawn pranced a little from the presence of the white stallion next to him, but a little tightening of the reins from Thalia made the steed quiet. Despite having been raised by hand, the golden equine still had a wild streak in him, a mustang nature if you would call it, that sometimes needed a harder hand to handle. Most of the time though, Thalia was able, and as she twined the reins tighter around her hand, the girl turned to look at Peter, smiling when she saw him completely mesmerized by the sunset.
Turning back to look at the rising ball of fire, the girl gave a soft smile at no one in particular. This cliff had always been a favorite of Thalias to come and see the sunrise or sunset. The sea at the bottom provided a perfect buoy, and the view of the sun as its orange rays streaked across the skies above their heads, was breathtaking to say the least. The slight breeze that ran across the place threw her hazel air around slight, playing with the strands before the girl's fingers reached up to pull them away, tucking them behind her ear before turning to look at Peter again, only to find him looking at her, just as he murmured.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Her gaze met his at that second, and Thalia couldn't help the faint tint or red that inveritably tainted her cheeks a light pink when she heard that, the girl herself gulping and turning away, hoping that Peter hadn't had a chance to catch a glimpse of the blush, she eradicated all thoughts from her mind, before turning back to him with a trademark playful smile on her lips. "I do hope you meant the sunrise, Peter. I wouldn't want half the countries ladies coming after me for my blood." she said, trying to make light of the situation, yet there was truth in her words.
It is no secret that High King Peter Pevensie was the most sought after bachelor in Narnia. Afterall, being a King does have his perks, no? And Thalia would be a fool to say that after this one meeting, she didn't find him that slight bit attractive. But the girl was never one to voice her thoughts, nor wear her heart on her sleeve, and she had a feeling Peter had had enough of girls coming after him with marriage on their mind after all. So Thalia had made her mind on just being friends, and nothing else. Besides, friends was as far as he would want with her after all, no?
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Post by Peter Pevensie on Jun 25, 2009 21:51:10 GMT -5
Peter found himself relaxing as he sat atop his stallion after their halt. Magic too seemed to settle himself after a few prancing steps, seeming to admire the sunrise just as the two humans were. Peter let go of the reins, knowing the white stallion was not going to go anywhere without Peter’s command. Placing his hands on the stallion’s withers, Peter let his right hand graze against the side of the stallion’s neck, stroking him lovingly with affection. The stallion nickered in acknowledgement, obviously enjoying their outing that morning.
He didn’t realize that Thalia had turned away as well, for his gaze had been averted once more after his words. He felt awfully silly. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to. Of course at times he made wrong decisions, and he wasn’t the best at stating that he had been wrong. But, he never really felt plain old silly, as he suddenly did. Perhaps it was just the lighting and the scenery. The sunrise was quite beautiful after all, and it was casting a beautiful hazy light over everything across the entire cliff. Therefore, everything looked very, very appealing in said light. Looking across the horizon, he let his mind settle itself before he was able to look back in her direction without a hint of a blush spread across his cheeks. The High King should not be seen blushing, he decided.
At her words, he turned towards her, glad there was a hint of teasing and a joke in her voice. He found himself able to laugh once more, instead of having his breath all caught up in his throat. Shrugging slightly, he played it off carefully. “Of course I meant the sunrise.” He smiled, his words laced with a teasing tone. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Laughing softly, he closed his eyes and let the sunlight trickle across his skin, enjoying the sensation he got from standing on the cliff.
Peter knew he was confused. He pushed the thoughts from his head though, and was sure they would return later in the day, when he was going to bed at night and had no other thoughts to think of. He knew he would spend time contemplating what exactly he was thinking and feeling. However, this was not the time or the place. Keeping his thoughts stored away in the back of his mind, he turned and looked at her with a mischievous grin on his lips.
ooc; ick, that was awful. my apologies. <3
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Post by Thalia Earlshire on Jun 26, 2009 12:11:09 GMT -5
“Of course I meant the sunrise. Don't flatter yourself."
Thalia giggled lightly, acknowledging the reply, yet the girl couldn't stop the feeling of... was that dissapointment? Welling up in her chest. Unexplainable, or rather, Thalia would rather not delve further in the subject. Instead, the girl smothered the bubble of dissapointment underneath, before grinning at Peter cheekily, as the sun proceeded to climb higher in to the sky. The sunlight was warming now, and instead of the balmy light that sprinkled across her fair skin earlier, it now warmed her pores, the light itself intensifying as the minutes crawled by.
What time is it? Had her parents woken up by now? Thalia had half a mind to bring Dawn over to Beruna, and then head back only when noon demanded to break her fast. However, with Peter here, the girl wasn't so sure what to do.
Turning over to look at him, the girl caught sight of the mischevious grin playing around his lips, and gave a curious frown which accompanied her smile, before asking. "What mischief are you thinking of?" the girl queried suspiciously, looking at Peter carefully through her golden brown eyes, before shaking her head ruefully at him, flicking her gaze over the sea again, before finally making up her mind.
"Now, if the High King isn't too much of a busy man, do you want a trip over to Beruna for the morning?" she asked, wondering if he would accept her offer. "I assure you, the place does not have a lack of entertainment, even in the morning." she finished, grinning as she did so.
ooc;; mines not much better. >.<
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