Anesa the Dryad

Anesa the Dryad Looks like a 25 year old but in reality belongs to a 53 year old tree. Loyal and clever, stubborn and impatient, one thing is for certain. . . she has to believe this winter will be over, for not all material things are eternal. [ Narnia OC Character for NarniaHQs Rp Group ]

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ofrelics‌:

AS HE TILTS HIS HEAD ,   sandy blond hair flops to the side.   “ seeing ? ”   he echoes ,   a grin already on his face.   “ not quite my expertise. ”   it sounds beautiful ,   though   –   all of narnia coming together.   it sounds like a dream.

A small giggle escaped the dryad’s mouth in embarrassmet, “Oh forvige me!” she replied when spotting the young chipmunk, “Well instead of seeing, how about feeling it?” Anesa said calmly, “I don’t believe Narnia has felt this many emotions in years. Hope, anxiety, curiosity, happiness...Don’t you think so?”

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brazenled·:

shifty eyes look up towards the faint sun, one of the first ones he’s seen in far too long and he wasn’t to hope it will not go away but with still no show of aslan it worries him. ❝  no,  ❞  he murmurs, glancing at her breifly. ❝  not to me. aslan had this affect on people. he will be here soon, just you see.  ❞

Looking back at the fox, for a moment she paused before a smile was slowly drawn in her features, along with a soft giggle. “Gentle fox, it sounds like you’re the most hopeful out of all. It is your confidence we must learn from.” she said along with a nod while looking back at him.

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lilliandilxx·:

“Yes, is really an unprecedented thing.” She said softly with a small smile on her face “Things do seem like will start to change soon and I guess most narnians can feel it.”

A soft chuckle and a reassuring nod, thinking too much in the upcoming war could get her in a more serious mood, but for today, she could allow herself to not overthink for once. “They have to, her power, it can’t compare with the strength of everyone’s heart.”

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embcldens·:

As eyes surveyed their surroundings, a smile of asteria’s own graced her lips. It may not have been a scene many thought would have been possible after the never ending winter that had its claws dug in narnia’s ground deeply, it had been a scene asteria had not given up hope on. “They say dreams do come true and it seems they are right. Though this was always far from a dream, it was only a matter of time before this was brought about. But still—being around to witness it? That is surreal.”

The dryad turned towards the kind lady before her, a soft smile forming in her lips as she listened to her words. So full of truth, and yet with a small glimpse of hope.”Indeed.” she simply replied while looking at the scenery alongside the centaur. It wasn’t an awkward silence, like the ones that would be shared during surrounded by white cold snow. “Not all things are eternal, are they? That is why, we can do this. . .With, the princes and princesses help too, right?”

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deathbegun·:

 the  dwarf  sat  with  his  boots  up,  leaning  against  the  fire  wood  as  if  it  couldn’t  burn  him  at  any  moment.  his  pipe  rested  between  his  lips,  a  small  cloud  of  smoke  escaping  from  them  every  once  in  a  while.  the  book  rested  on  his  legs,  but  he  wasn’t  reading.  he  was  watching  people  navigate  through  the  camp,  all  trying  to  find  where  they  were  needed,  and  it  felt  good  to  witness  it.  to  be  there  with  the  change.  ❝  ay  there,  you  look  like  you  need  some  mead.  come  sit.  ❞  they  weren’t  too  far  from  him  and  he  felt  the  need  for  some  company.  

After helping as much as she could around the camp, she couldn’t deny that by the end of the day she was starting to grow tired. However, she just couldn’t go to sleep just yet! That’s when the unfamiliar voice reached her head, a small chuckle escaped her lips, was her face that revealing. Though the dryad was not yet familiar with every creature’s way of living or foods and drinks, her curiosity was trying to get the best of her. “Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn’t like to disturb you . . .However, is this mead thing, sweet? Isn’t it like too strong, I heard somewhere around I believe.” Anesa said a bit intrigued as she approached the dwarf. 

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mortalitytm·:

what  do  you  say  when  an  entire  country  declares  you  will  be  crowned  as  one  of  their  kings?  you  accept  ,  of  course  ,  despite  the  clear  reasons  to  refuse .  in  fact  ,  the  cons  outweigh  the  pros .  but  one  pro  in  particular  wins  your  favor  ,  a  pro  by  the  name  of  louis  that  you’ve  known  for  quite  sometime .  now  people  bow  at  your  feet  and  talk  of  a  prophecy  that  will  save  their  land .  are  you  enough  to  fulfill  their  wishes  ?  peter  leaves  the  large  tent  that  houses  his  sleeping  quarters  in  hopes  of  finding  his  siblings .  he  gazes  down  the  rows  of  tents  and  lets  out  a  quiet  sigh  ,  turning  to  the  nearest  bystander .   ❝  i  …  i  hate  to  disturb  you  ,  but  can  you  point  me  in  the  direction  of  …   ❞   peter pauses  ,   ❝   or  ,  point  me  in  the  direction  of  a  mapmaker  ?   ❞

The gentle wind blowing, was starting to become one of Anesa’s beautiful things ever since arriving at the Camp. It wasn’t cold, and it’s sound was relaxing, even at a time like these. Being brought back to the reality took the dryad almost aback, upon realizing who she’d encounter, the lady was quick to make a bow (which still needed a little of more practice). “Your Highness is not a disturbance at all.” she said calmly before arching her brows, “Oh well. . . “ a pause as she looked around, “The strategists are usually found on the tent over there. . . “ she pointed -for it wasn’t that far- before clasping her hands together and looking back at the young son of Adam. “If may I. . . You shouldn’t worry sir, while it’s important to know the geography, you can count on the land itself to help you. I’m certain.”

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“Seeing all these Narnians together. . . “ a pause as the wind softly blew, the dryad couldn’t help but smile gently, sure there was a dark storm coming, but it couldn’t compare to the cold prison they’ve all been held in for decades, “ . . .It’s all surreal isn’t it?”

Probably this wind too, is full of hope.

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ofrelics·:

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KORE DOESN’T SPEAK TO OTHERS   very often.   if it were possible ,   she would prefer to return to her tree hollow and nap.   but ,   the leader of the fey is rooted in her spot by a nostalgic reverie.   “ how scary , ”   she murmurs to herself.   “ i had forgotten what flowers had looked like. ”   kore was often guilty of allowing things to slip from her purview.   little things.   her spot in a book ,   or where she’d left the lid to the sugar pot.   memory was a funny thing.

As a dryad from a cherry tree that has never blossom, Anesa couldn’t help the small pink shade in her cheeks after overhearing such thing. Was is bad? Was it good? She was born despite winter, however, she was unable to know what a flower was like. “I hope it wasn’t an unpleasant memory.”

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☾( lily james, female. ) ━ announcing ( anesa ), the ( 25 | 53 ) year old ( dryad ). the trees have often said they’re known for being ( + loyal ) and ( + clever ) but also have the tendency to be ( - stubborn ) and ( - impatient ). they’re known as the ( peculiar ) around narnia. ( lily, 24, pst, she/her. )

Hello! This may be short but I wanted to give a little bit insight of Anesa’s general being, of course this is only the beginning and alongside with you I hope we grow and develop our character together! 

About

Born as a cherry blossom tree.

At a young age of an infant she managed to gather enough strength to get out of her tree and explore Narnia from time to time. Risking her life in such way was the reason behind many troubles with those of her kind, but she needed to know about the quiet, cold and crying land of theirs.

Very curious of every species for -as someone who couldn’t blossom her flowers due winter- she believes every life is equally important and beautiful for their inner spirit.

Highly loyal and faithful towards Aslan, therefore willing to give the Pevensies the benefit of doubt.

Loves to listen to the stories others have to tell.