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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<333 best mama and papa

[aslandish]

[ Alas, Amaterasu. Wagging tails only ever look so good on dogs, not cats.

Cats can purr, though, and Aslan may very well be making a sound somewhat like that when Amaterasu returns his greeting, only deeper, more resonant. He is smiling, eyes bright, and allows her to inspect him as she wishes.

After a moment, he asks: Your name if I may have it. ]

gonna watch over all the fairy and imp babies, man.

[illuminating]

[She circles him as wolves do, taking in his scent, getting to know him naturally. The purring is familiar, even if this is deeper, and nice, warming. She ends up standing next to him, paws looking so small compared to his own, and her chin tilted up to face him.

Amaterasu! And what shall I call you?]

gotta catch 'em all

[aslandish]

[ He is rather large, isn't he? Not quite the size of a horse, as he has been at times, but certainly a bit bigger than the average lion.

Aslan rumbles quietly.

Well met, Amaterasu. The warmth and brightness of the sun -- he knows it well. My name is Aslan. ]

[illuminating]

[Aslan, she parrots in their ancient way of speaking. I'm glad to meet you. This, accompanied with a short bark. Plop goes her rear and she takes a moment to look around the feasting hall, even over her shoulder.

Her ears spring back on him soon enough and she tilts her face. Have you been here for very long, Aslan? He doesn't quite smell of the Drabwurld, but one can never be certain she supposes.]

[aslandish]

[ As it gladdens my heart to meet you.

There is no other like himself in the world he came from, and although it does not bother him, like is drawn to like. Hers is a bright presence, and it resonates with his.

Tail swishing lightly, Aslan shakes his head. I am only recently arrived in these lands. And yourself?

He smells of the sea and sandy shores, the very boundaries of the known world. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader had only recently ended when the invitation to the Drabwurld was extended. ]

[illuminating]

[Recently returned. I was here once before...

To onlookers it very well seems that lion and wolf are merely standing and sitting beside each other. Even though she converses with him, she has a habit of continually looking about—half distracted by scents or auras. She briefly considers if it's the same for him.

She lets a heavy sigh that turns whine from her nose.

I wonder, do you find yourself not... pondering how to put this fully together?]