TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel is almost reminded of Mogget- in that what appears to be an animal is almost certainly not one. Or an ordinary one, at any rate.

So when he leaves, she follows, not bothering to be stealthy, but also not particularly aggressive.]

The stars are different here. [It's a little unsettling, actually. Even if the positions in the sky were different, Ancelstierre and the Old Kingdom had the same constellations.]

[OOC: Also, you have my permission for Aslan to know stuff about Sabriel's canon, if you're familiar with the Old Kingdom series!]

[aslandish]

[ Sabriel would most certainly be right about that.

The In Between Places of the Worlds aren't so new to him, generally speaking, but this is a place he's neither heard of nor seen in his time. That in itself is a curiosity, and even more so that he was brought here to begin with.

The stars tell a story all their own, however, which is why he seems so intent upon watching them when Sabriel approaches.

A soft rumble sounds in his throat -- a sound more thoughtful than anything else. ]

Very much so.

[ A wild, deep voice. For all that he can speak, he is in no wise tame and shouldn't be mistaken as such. ]

The world is not our own.


[ ooc: I am a little bit! Thank ye <3 ]

[bindsthedead]

[There's a wildness to it... but none of the cruelty and harshness Sabriel has come to expect from Free Magic. And yet it doesn't really remind her of Charter magic either.]

Then how will I return to the Old Kingdom? I don't understand why the Seelie and Unseelie are even fighting in the first place- and the war shows no sign of ending any time soon and I- have duties to attend to. And Touchstone is waiting for me.

[aslandish]

[ His is a different sort of magic, true. Light and life and warmth are things that can all be ascribed to him.

Tail swishing gently in the grass, he considers his companion quietly. ]

The In-Between Places of the World are curious things.

[ Though none quite so curious have ever managed to escape his attention before. ]

Time often does not pass in such places as they do in others.

[bindsthedead]

You mean like how time flows differently between Ancelstierre and the Old Kingdom. Or between Life and Death.

[It's a disconcerting thought.]

Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Sabriel, fifty-third Abhorsen of the Old Kingdom.

[aslandish]

A year in one realm may be a lifetime in another. [ Or more than a thousand years, in some cases. ] Every world moves according to its own time.

[ As to the rest, Aslan nods once in greeting. ]

Well met, Sabriel. My name is Aslan.

[bindsthedead]

I'm honored to meet you, Aslan. [It's not a name that stirs up pages from the Book of the Dead- which is probably for the best.]

You're... you're not just a lion, aren't you? [Or was he a lion at all? Sabriel reached forward carefully, resting one hand on his mane.]

[aslandish]

[ If his name was to appear anywhere, it would be the Book of Life, not Death.

Aslan considers Sabriel openly but does not discourage her from touching his mane. It is soft, softer than one might expect. ]

I have been many things to many people.

[ A cat. A lamb. To answer her question more directly, however: ]

It is the form I have always had. Though I may take others, this one best suits the purpose I was given.

[bindsthedead]

And what is your purpose? [Somehow, Sabriel suspects that any answer will just raise more questions.]

[aslandish]

Balance.

[ So long as there is Free Will, there will always be times when the natural order established in the Beginning is disrupted. Human problems must be solved by them, but in such times as those, he has intervened to tip the scales in favor of those who would bring about such restoration. ]

To watch and care for the world until the stars rain down from the heavens.

[bindsthedead]

Between what? [Life and Death, Charter and Free magic? Still, 'balance' does not menacing, to Sabriel's ears.]

And once that happens?