Back home, her elder brother was the Magnificent, but a reputation for being gentle had its uses, such as no one expecting her to be able to shear the wings off of a fly with an arrow or sneak into enemy camps.
It was the latter that was Susan's business this evening. She'd dressed herself in men's trousers and a tunic, both in black, and a pair of soft-soled boots for ease in sneaking about. She was new to this world, 'tis true, but if this was to be her fate she would grasp it with both hands and hold it close.
Susan kept her wits sharp as she sought whom she needed to pass the intelligence on to. Her blue eyes cast from side to side carefully as she crept almost silently. Finding the one she was looking for, she murmured just loudly enough for them to hear, but no others. "I'd say we shall dispense with pleasantries and get on with business. What say you?"
II. THE WAKING SEA
At least this time Susan wasn't fleeing an ill-mannered suitor. That was the kindest thing she could say about the storm-tossed voyage. She struggled to be of use, but it seemed almost useless as sailors tottered about, blinded by the onslaught of rain.
This rate, the mast was sure to snap in half, then where would they be? She did her best to be heard over the roaring thunder as she shouted "We must secure the sail! There's not a moment to be wasted, we have to hurry!"
Her own sight wasn't ideal, but she could see that much and see a way to possibly help them all.
III. KIRKWALL
Never let it be said that Susan didn't have a flair for hospitality. The Orlesian wine flowed freely, the amuse bouche was well received, and at any moment she'd get the signal for the eight course meal to be served.
She'd had to pawn two of her rings to afford all of this, so she felt that she had better see results. The merchants she was courting for coin were a bit handsy, there was a limit to what her dignity and pride would allow them. Best perhaps to seat them at the other end of the table and make them feel that was the most prized space to be owned.
Susan turned to her ally and partner in the wooing and murmured "Honestly, they're both louts, but their coin is good and that's what the Riftwatch needs them for. Any ideas for keeping their minds on the cause and not on the cost?"
IV. SEND A MESSAGE
the.gentle
I must say that this is quite the change from what I was used to, though as a girl I frequented war camps and did my duty to my people. However, I am here, not there and I must find a way to blend in. So those who were nobility in their own realms or those with more experience, how does one become invisible?
Susan of Narnia (adult) | The Chronicles of Narnia
Back home, her elder brother was the Magnificent, but a reputation for being gentle had its uses, such as no one expecting her to be able to shear the wings off of a fly with an arrow or sneak into enemy camps.
It was the latter that was Susan's business this evening. She'd dressed herself in men's trousers and a tunic, both in black, and a pair of soft-soled boots for ease in sneaking about. She was new to this world, 'tis true, but if this was to be her fate she would grasp it with both hands and hold it close.
Susan kept her wits sharp as she sought whom she needed to pass the intelligence on to. Her blue eyes cast from side to side carefully as she crept almost silently. Finding the one she was looking for, she murmured just loudly enough for them to hear, but no others. "I'd say we shall dispense with pleasantries and get on with business. What say you?"
II. THE WAKING SEA
At least this time Susan wasn't fleeing an ill-mannered suitor. That was the kindest thing she could say about the storm-tossed voyage. She struggled to be of use, but it seemed almost useless as sailors tottered about, blinded by the onslaught of rain.
This rate, the mast was sure to snap in half, then where would they be? She did her best to be heard over the roaring thunder as she shouted "We must secure the sail! There's not a moment to be wasted, we have to hurry!"
Her own sight wasn't ideal, but she could see that much and see a way to possibly help them all.
III. KIRKWALL
Never let it be said that Susan didn't have a flair for hospitality. The Orlesian wine flowed freely, the amuse bouche was well received, and at any moment she'd get the signal for the eight course meal to be served.
She'd had to pawn two of her rings to afford all of this, so she felt that she had better see results. The merchants she was courting for coin were a bit handsy, there was a limit to what her dignity and pride would allow them. Best perhaps to seat them at the other end of the table and make them feel that was the most prized space to be owned.
Susan turned to her ally and partner in the wooing and murmured "Honestly, they're both louts, but their coin is good and that's what the Riftwatch needs them for. Any ideas for keeping their minds on the cause and not on the cost?"
IV. SEND A MESSAGE
the.gentle
I must say that this is quite the change from what I was used to, though as a girl I frequented war camps and did my duty to my people. However, I am here, not there and I must find a way to blend in. So those who were nobility in their own realms or those with more experience, how does one become invisible?