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Cimorene, the Dragon's Princess (dragonsprincess) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 04:23:00

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cathal, cimorene, complete, day three

Who: Cimorene and Cathal
When: Day 3, midday
Where: In the courtyard, outside the library
What: Cimorene punctures her own canon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Since her arrival, Cimorene had decided that the easiest way to get herself out of this mess was to learn as much as she possibly could about what she was facing. While she didn't expect the library to have step-by-step instructions on how to get back to the Enchanted Forest, she did sort of assume that one of these days, she was going to stumble upon something helpful. There were many different kinds of people here, and if Cimorene had all the information, it was far more likely that her knowledge and abilities, when combined with those around her, could be the difference between being stuck in this miserable little place, and being happy at home.

So, Cimorene scowered the library. Hardly proper behaviour for a princess, but then again, Cimorene had never been a normal one of those. She read books on every subject and every study, hardly sleeping, hardly eating, sure that in 'the next one' she'd find the answers she was looking for. But in 'the next one', she found something that she had no prepared herself for. A narrative account of her life. Every detail hashed out perfectly, from her life in Linderwall to her battle with the wizards and the saving of the Enchanted Forest. Odd, to be sure, but then again, histories weren't that far out of the realm of reality, right? But there were more books, three more, and by the time that Cimorene was done with the quartet, she was far from calm.

She had a husband. A son. She was a queen. The wizards had come back, and it had been up to her to save her home and her friends, time and again. And she wasn't there anymore to do it. Panic surged in her chest and Cimorene fled the library, tears streaking down her face, blocking her vision. Her own personal...pre-history aside, people were going to die because she couldn't get home. People she loved. And it was all her fault.

Dashing from the library with her arms full of the small books that had so betrayed her, Cimorene was definitely not watching where she was going, and slammed right into someone. Someone solid enough to knock the abnormally fit princess over, her head making a sickening crack on the flagstones of the courtyard when it connected. Groaning, Cimorene rolled to her side, a ball of skirts and rumpled pages, and moaned.

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illusional
2009-03-16 06:11 pm UTC (link)

There he was, minding his own business when a girl had run right into him. Again. It reminded him of the first time he and Clodagh had met and it made his belly burn with anger and longing. But that emotion easily gave way to irritation as he glanced down at the girl who'd not only run into him but then had fallen and hit her head on the ground. She was currently lying on her side, balled up like a child. With a sigh, he crouched and picked up the books she'd dropped, stacking them into a pile. At least this girl looked nothing like Clodagh, with her dark, unsightly hair and pale skin.

"I know you're hurt, so I'm not going to ask if you're alright. We do need to figure out if you need to see a healer, though." He'd seen her crack her head and knew that was what caused her to moan, but he didn't know if it was bleeding. Grabbing her by her upper arm, none too gently either, he hauled her into a sitting position and turned her head to examine the back of it through the long dark locks. He winced when he saw that it was already forming a nice sized goose egg, but it didn't appear to need stitching. "It looks like you're just going to have a nice headache."

He let go of her, uncomfortable with touching her any longer than was necessary. He half contemplated his magic and wondered if he should chance using it to make the swelling lump go down and ease the headache he knew was creeping up. He crossed his arms over his bent knees and watched her. It was probably a little unnerving, but he was looking for signs of a concussion. "Come on, get up." He stood up and held a hand down to help her. It was the least he could do. He had, unwittingly, knocked her over after all. When she was standing, he picked up her books and pushed them into her arms.

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dragonsprincess
2009-03-16 06:34 pm UTC (link)

There were a lot of things that Cimorene was prepared to deal with, but being hauled around by a man who seemed to have little care for her well-being or comfort was not one of them. She was dizzy, and the way she swayed slightly as he brought her to her feet was testament to that, but she straightened her skirts and caught her books as best as she could.

"I'm fine, thank you, sir," she said, his irritated look matched in her voice as she narrowed her eyes at him slightly, taking in his appearance quickly and trying to figure out whether or not he was a danger. Her books got tucked under one arm and her free hand rest on the hilt of her sword.

"I apologize for knocking into you," she said, blinking away the last traces of her tears, though her face was still streaked with the dried trails. "Princess Cimorene of the Kingdom of Linderwall, now princess of the King of Dragons, Kazul," she offered with a small dip, and then frowned. "Well, I was. I'm...not certain what I am now."

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