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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[faun_tumnus]

[It's far more than just the war between the Courts that has Tumnus uncomfortable, but Nasrin wouldn't know that. From the faun's standpoint, Narnia had been a kingdom of peace for nearly twenty years; even in the absence of its rulers. He had promised to keep watch since their disappearance back to the land of Spare Oom.

Only, there was no keeping watch while he was here.

Still, the support and comforting words the elf offers him brings a small smile to his lips and he nods his head.]

I thank y-you, my lady. Having spoken to others, it seems war is one of the things that connects a good many of us. [His smile is wan and he sighs softly.] A pity, that, but something that has made us all stronger, I think. They cannot make me fight their war, but I will be knowledgable in my decision before it is made.

[Then, seeming to realize how he sounds, Tumnus flushes and looks down, lifting a hand to scratch at his horn as his ears twitch.]

Ah, f-forgive me, I t-talk to m-much. [He lifts his gaze to Nasrin again and offers a sheepish smile.] And f-forgive my rudeness, please. [He dips a proper half now at the waist, hooves clicking on the ground.] I am Tumnus, my lady... A simple faun of Narnia.

[arla]

Then you have a stronger heart for it, to insist that you make your decision on your own terms.

[ And, sadly, she can see how his heart might be what drew him to the Seelie, to their war. He is all the stronger for his words, his heart determined and valiant. Were they in Thedas, she would ask him to join the Inquisition, to lend his talents and his words, even if only as an agent and never as a soldier.

The thought perturbs her, and she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt now that the Inquisition and the war has changed her beyond all reckoning.

Her smile hardly falters and she shakes her head, holding up a hand. ]

No, no. I would prefer to let others speak, frankly. You haven't been rude at all. But please, my name is Nasrin. I am no lady. [ And she will keep her title a secret for as long as she may. ] I am an elf from Thedas.