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[delsea]

Location: Leaving the town square WHEN: Evening

It was a silent ping that undulated through her veins. Soon she would need to be back on the beach, and not within the square enjoying the company. Cordelia had started to phase herself out from the crowd as gently as she possibly could. Fingers lifted to undo the ribbon in her hair and allow her mane to become tousled across her back. It didn’t take the merfolk long to realize her departure hadn’t been alone. 

Quietly she turned her gaze to the unknown figure that had dispersed themselves away form the crowd. She didn’t have time for this, but her curiosity - that would certain be the death of her.  “Needed a moment of peace did ye?” She called out while she heard the whispers of the wave touch against her mind calling her home.

[shewanes]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : the beach 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 : two days after the feast 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : open to all  [ capping at 2 ]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  carrying  a  secret  as  dark  as  her  own  weighed  heavily  upon  astoria’s  soul.  even  upon  her  arrival  to  narnia,  the  princess  could  feel  a  darkened  mood  creeping  in  merely  in  anticipation  of  the  game  she  would  have  to  play;  all  she  could  think  of  were  the  smiling  faces  she  would  have  to  make,  the  emotionless  void  she  would  have  to  try  to  maintain,  and  the  laughter  and  dancing  she  would  miss  out  on  for  fear  of  simply  having  too  much  fun.  being  in  narnia  was  bittersweet:  the  country  itself  promised  glee,  but  it  was  a  glee  that  was  forbidden  for  her.  what  would  happen  if  her  secret  was  found  out  due  to  an  emotion  fueled  mistake?

the  princess  sucks  in  a  deep  breath  as  the  waves  crash  gently  to  the  shore  in  front  of  her.  she’s  not  sure  how  long  she’s  been  sitting  on  the  sand  for  but  she  hasn’t  grown  tired  of  the  fresh,  salty  air  just  yet;  she  doesn’t  think  she  ever  will.  the  waves  cast  a  sense  of  calm  numbness  over  her  cloud  of  gloom,  and  the  distant  sound  of  gulls  and  the  soft  whispering  of  the  sea  is  perhaps  the  only  thing  keeping  actual  rainclouds  away.  but  as  the  sun  begins  to  lower  in  the  sky  the  air  has  grown  strangely  cold,  and  astoria  might  notice  it  if  not  for  the  feeling  of  dissociation  that  overcomes  her  now.  with  her  slender  fingers  perched  on  her  knees  and  her  toes  dug  into  the  sand,  her  hair  gently  tickles  her  neck  in  the  wind.  in  that  moment,  astoria  doesn’t  feel  completely  and  utterly  alone...  but  being  so  is  what  she  fears,  and  that  fear  seems  to  be  eating  her  alive.

[shewanes]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : either the great hall or the market  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 : during the feast or during the market celebrations 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : n/a, open to all  [ capping at 3 ]

“ 𝐌𝐄?  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄? ”  𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒  nervously,  the  sound  quiet  over  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  those  around  her.  she  might  want  to  dance,  might  yearn  to  dance,  but  whether  she’ll  let  herself  is  another  question.  will  letting  herself  get  lost  in  the  music  mean  that  she  loses  control  of  the  ability  to  hold  her  curse  in,  too?  oh,  if  only  she’d  come  to  narnia  and  could  have  fun;  if  only  she  was  as  naive  and  clueless  as  daphne,  who  seems  to  be  having  the  time  of  her  life.  astoria  envies  her.  “ oh,  ah—i  don’t  know... ”