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[treadingdawn]

It is quite haunting, but the music is reminiscent of home.

Our guest has not returned for the night.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I will not hit anything that does not deserve it.

[The joke flies over his head, and he notes the 'torch' then nods once more.]

Twenty counts.

[But he's off to snag Destrier first!]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[By now, Peter's used to Caspian misconstruing what he says.]

I can accompany you to the stables, since you're on foot.

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[He has to learn slowly about the modern world, but at least he's willing.]

Let us be on our way, then.

[Accepting Peter's company out the door. Caspian's comfortable with the concept of electricity at least.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[closes the door behind them, after making sure to leave one light on just in case Sarah comes back.]

Where do you suppose the music's coming from?

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

From the east side of the forest. The wind is carrying the notes from there, you can hear it in the pitch.

[Fortunately when they reach the stables it looks as if the horses are unenchanted by the music.]

One may not be so concerned to have his horse borrowed if he is unaware it was ever borrowed in the first place.

[He suggests to Peter ever so subtly.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Gives Caspian a look, even though Peter was considering it himself.]

It wouldn't be the most noble thing to do.

[after a while of silent thought, he chooses a Andalusian. It's only for a night, after all.]

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A noble apology will do if either rider or horse is slighted.

[Helping Peter fit the Andalusian with basic bridle and things before he mounts Destrier.]

Twenty minutes, and you will call for me if you need help.

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I'll just explain why we needed to borrow his or her horse.

[Gives Caspian a backward glance as he brings the horse into a trot.]

Right. Don't do anything foolish.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I will do no such thing, Peter.

[Caspian hasn't watched any horror films to know that he's already breaking two rules. He nods to Peter then breaks Destrier off into a trot towards the woods.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter could bring up a few certain instances where Caspian did something less than intelligent, but decides against it. He heads off his own way.]

[ooc: want to assume time passes and they meet up again, or somethingish? XD]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Because Peter's weapon of choice will always be a palm-sized stone. It doesn't take long however for Caspian to find the cliff with the holes. It's unsettling, and that's when he takes the time--all five minutes--to bind his own torch the old fashioned way, complete with a flint. It serves as light and a smoke signal.]

Queer. We will fetch Peter first, Destrier.

[But the music is loudest here and there's no player to be found. Destrier hoofs left and right, worried.]

[ooc: Done and done! Cas is considering the holes of doom.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[It was a really awesome stone. Peter's already taken a good look around, and hasn't found any sign of Sarah. Seeing how it's been near twenty minutes, Peter heads back and follows Caspian's signal.]

I've never seen anything like this before.

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[He doesn't say anything but instead silently dismounts, offering his flaming torch to Peter.]

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[Peter responds to Caspian's kindness by flicking the flashlight on and off, before dismounting and directing the beam towards the holes.]

Do you think...

[He doesn't finish his sentence, choosing instead to peer down the cliff.]

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[He doesn't seem to care whether Peter took the torch or not, but they're fortunate the ground here is all rock and dirt or else there'd be a fire now.]

No.

[Answering distractedly as he faces a hole fitting to his own form. It's pitch black inside, or is it?]

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[He's busy examining a random hole, before noticing Caspian getting all friendly with another.]

Don't go in.

[It's a spur of the moment thought, and he doesn't notice it comes out as a command.]

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[He's got his fingertips in it.]

Do you not hear her?

[Who 'she' is is ambiguous as he reaches in.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Who?

[Peter grabs for Caspian's shoulder, totally perplexed at the idea that Caspian actually wants to head for the hole.]

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[His hand lashes out at Peter's to grab and twist, then attempt to shove him aside. The musical pitches are more shrill, reflecting the tension.]

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[Is too busy being indignant to notice the change in music. Peter uses his other free hand to grab at Caspian's, hoping to take Caspian down with him if he does fall.]

[ooc: I have to head out, but I'll probably be back within an hour ♥!]

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[They both go down, kicking up dust and dirt, and further rolling could easily take them over the ledge. Rather than roll though Caspian chooses to punch Peter first.]

[ooc: Suddenly I'm reminded of Bastian and Atreyu. Okay XD!]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[A punch obviously deserves a retaliatory punch back. Peter's considering pulling out Rhindon, but first attempts to shake off Caspian and stand.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ah--

[His head snaps back without the ground to catch his skull, losing his balance and briefly rolling off Peter.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[takes the opportunity to stand and pull out Rhindon.]

Caspian. Don't.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Out comes his own sword without a name. One of these days he should name it.]

Peter. Do not force my hand.