Oh boy...seems I just now caught onto how I worded that message...uh...um...yeah...about that...well...*stops conversation*...
Prince Caspian was really starting to grow confused, his understanding was they needed help deciding where they were and maybe how they got here, however the way they seemed to be acting now it was almost as if there was a hint they didn't seem to have a good image of him. He sighed and let his head hang in thought for a few minutes, before his eyes lifted and fell on Alexandria, he slightly scrunched his brow noticing she seemed to be the one who had started the trend.
Well well...so once again you are my Larxene...and what is this...Namine as well?...this should be very interesting. (Yes I am using a visitor...
Prince Caspian looked out south quietly before turning back to look over at their group, he expected to see smiles and nods, but rather saw quite a few blank faces with shaking heads. A look of confusion and a tilt of his head made him think what could possibly be wrong with his plan, he believed he had been as generous and humble as he possibly could.
Prince Caspian turned and pointed out south, "its just a little south from the mountains...quite a bit west from the river...unfornately it is quite a walk...but it shouldn't be too bad with company..." he said with a slight smile. "That is if you will let the rest of your group know of our plan miss Elizabeth..."
Lol its fine, but thank you for giving me the shot at being him in your roleplay. Honestly I love the plot, finally Marluxia will be able to have...
Prince Caspian smiled softly and nodded once, "of course...I would be more than happy to escort you back to Anvard...and once there you shall be treated as my special guests..." he said his eyes gently landing on Alexandria. "In fact...perhaps my professor...maybe he would be able to help you out further...plus I would love to learn more of your travels and land..."
Prince Caspian nodded softly starting to comprehend what she was saying, he wasn't quite sure of their origin however but he would research and figure that out with time hopefully. He looked over at the area Elizabeth was gazing over at, "so he left you guys out here all alone...well if you need directions I would be very happy to oblige..." he said gently.
Prince Caspian tried as hard as he could to understand what Elizabeth was saying to him, however her explanation actually confused him more than before. "So...this Finchley...of England?...it doesn't lie here in Narnia?" he said tilting his head slightly, "and this...Trufflehunter is it?...is he here with you?" he said glancing over at the others of their group.
True it was a rather surprise...
Prince Caspian waited quietly for Elizabeth to explain herself, because in reality he seemed to be just as confused about them as they were about him. They looked as Telmarines but didn't have knowledge of Anvard, being a Telmarine, or even the thing that everyone knew, that he was Prince Caspian the Tenth. As he waited his eyes slowly drifted back to where was Alexandria, despite the way she had treated him, she was rather beautiful.
Marluxia gently moved her bangs from her face and looked at her softly, letting out a gentle sigh at her state. The nobodies that Xemnas had sent for him, not being sent at a great time, which caused him to close his eyes and tense slightly out of a tad bit of annoyance. Honestly he wanted to just forget everything and be here for Larxene, this was the worst state she had been in and they really needed to discuss their plans for once without a single interruption from anyone or anything. He dismissed the sorcerers with a pitiful wave, passing on the message to give him a second, that he would also be bringing Larxene back with him. He turned back to her, sighing as he gently again took her in his arms. "Seems Xemnas wants us all at the new headquarters again...we will find out soon enough what he wants..." he said opening a portal and stepping through it with her. He stepped out of it into his room in the new headquarters, giving a look around before closing his eyes in disgust, nothing here was even closely resembled to his precious castle. He rubbed his temples and brow in contemplation, "lets take care of you first..." he said with a slight nod. He walked into his bathroom once again, however this time he gently laid her in the bathtub. She had muttered "Make it go away..." to which he related the incident, however what she actually meant in those words puzzled him slightly. Did she mean she wanted to wash and scrub away the feeling as best she could...or did she perhaps mean that she just wanted the scar in her mind to be erased...common logic pointed to a combination of both. He picked up a sponge, lathering it with bodywash, he figured he would wash her the best he could on her exposed skin such as her shoulders, face, and stomach, but would leave the rest up to her. He softly washed over her forehead and cheeks, hoping to observe at least a tiny bit of relief coming from it.
Prince Caspian was surprised that Elizabeth tried to stop him, crossing his arms in a stubborn dignified manner, "perhaps if you seek answers...approaching someone with a proper tone would be to one's advance..." he said gently but with a tone of offense still apparent. "Besides...my life does not mean I am chained to the actions of my past kings or people..." he said closing his eyes. "I would like some answers as well if you please...where is this Finchley...and why are you here..."
Prince Caspian was slightly thrown back by the Alexandria's question and automatic assumption of him being at fault for her claims against him. In actuality he took offense to that, his father had acted in such a way before, and if his uncle in some way or another became king he would for sure be that way. He got up brushing himself off, "I am not my father..." he said before walking off.
Prince Caspian raised a eyebrow confused at both responses from Alexandria and Elizabeth, first turning to Alexandria, "Finchley...is that somewhere here in Narnia...apparently we Telmarines have more to explore..." he said softly thinking. He then turned and looked at Elizabeth, "you have not heard of me?...Caspian the tenth...next in the royal line for my father's throne..."
Prince Caspian's eye had still not adjusted back their normal state, and was rather blurred for a few more seconds. "Are you angels..." he said softly rubbing his eyes and blinking repeatedly. His eyes opened clearly after a few more seconds and he looked at the two girls, tilting his head slightly, "well of course we are in Narnia..." he said slightly confused. He looked them over, noticing they didn't seem to be dressed as most Telmarines he had seen, "did you get lost from Anvard young ladies?"
Prince Caspian was still breathing harder then usual but it had calmed down some, his pulse slowing down as well. When his body started to restart his senses were blurred and not exactly to their full stature, "who...who is there..." he said softly. He gently tried to open his eyes and closed them hurriedly from the blast of sun that stuck them, "where...am I...."
Prince Caspian had managed to make amazing time, however at the cost of pushing his body way too far past its limit. His breathing was heavy and hoarse, his hands becoming clammy and slowly starting to have trouble holding onto the reins. His vision blurred as he raced up to the Glasswater creek before falling off his horse unconscious and landing in the sand on the coast.
Prince Caspian continued to ride hard and fast, almost as if something was chasing him, something was haunting his every footstep. His breathing increased rather rapidly, and he clung to the reins tightly as if there was a notion he could fall off any second. A little bit of precipitation formed on his brow as his body was starting to take a toll from the extreme energy being used.
Prince Caspian continued to ride hard and fast, for some reason or another an unseen urge inside of him wanting to push as far away he could from Anvard. Honestly it was the last place he wanted to be at most times, even at night he would choose to brave the wild rather than sleep there. He however forgot that by making this reckless trek north, he was not prepared with supplies such as food and water.
