An Arrival [Open]

[gift_of_earth]

Who: Iramaat, anyone who runs into her.
What: Iramaat arrives and she isn't pleased.
When: The morning of November 6th.
Where: The Green

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[faun_tumnus]

Tumnus the faun finds himself outdoors more often than indoors, when not spending time in the library or the Hall. He is playing his pipes as he walks, not really intedning on going any one place in particular.

He pauses in his piping as he catches sight of the unfamiliar woman a short distance ahead, hooves coming to a halt on the grass of the Green.

"Are you well, my lady?" he calls politely ahead of himself, not wishing to startle her with his approach.

He is not so foolish as to not note the spear she is carrying, nor the likelihood that she carries it because she knows how to use it. One did not idly walk about with spears, after all... not even in Narnia.

[gift_of_earth]

Iramaat is still staring up at the sky, eyes narrowed as she tries to find the sun. But it's not there. This place truly is rather strange. She turns, rubbing one temple, and catches sight of Tumnus as she hears his greeting. For a moment, she looks puzzled and then she smiles widely. Now here is someone who looks a bit more familiar. Or at least vaguely resembles people she's had run-ins before. All the same, right?

"Confused and lost and frustrated. Wondering why I've been brought here, but I suppose that is to be expected when I am taken from my people and my work and left to rot inside of a dingy fortress. Who are you? I hope for your sake that it isn't your work."

[faun_tumnus]

Tumnus allows his reed pipes to hang loose about his neck once again, studying her as she does the same to him. She was not a faun, but she had an intriguing pair of horns atop her head and seemed rather pleased to see him... mostly.

He smiles softly, shaking his head first. "Let's answers these backwards to fore, I think. As to this being he responsible for this," he gestures as if to include the Keep at large. "Nay, fair lady. It is not I responsible for this place, nor most others you will likely encounter during your time here. My name is Tumnus and I am but a simple faun from a distant land, brought here in a manner the same as yourself, I believe."

He studies her a moment more, his expression and motions non-threatening and quiet, so as not to alarm or startle her. "We have, according to the Lord of this place, been brought here as a form of salvation..."

[gift_of_earth]

After a moment of cold staring, she relaxes, leaning on her spear as she gives him a curious look. Similar to her people in a way, but so very different. Not to mention half animal. But similar enough, in some respects. She finally nods in brief approval of his answers before she replies, "This Lord brought us under using his own power? To save us?"

She snorts, "I am a goddess. I do not require saving- Ah, but where are my manners?"

She dipped her head in a nod, "I am Iramaat of the Iramakat. Well-met, Tumnus."

[faun_tumnus]

Tumnus holds that gaze until the coldness eases, knowing that he is telling her the absolute truth and that he has no reason (yet) to be wary of this woman. She seems to accept his answer, although the doubt is practically palpable in her tone.

When she designates herself as a goddess and gives a proper introduction, Tumnus' eyes widen slightly. He is accustomed to dealing with royalty and to seeing and personally speaking with Aslan on several ocassions, but it is still a fact that figures such as this are to be treated with respect and the utmost politeness.

He dips into a formal bow at the waist, one arm before him and the other folded appropriately against the small of his back. "It is an honor, lady Iramaat, to make your acquaintance." He rises smoothly, a warm smile on his face. "I apologize for knowing not your name, lady, but the pleasure is mine entirely."

[gift_of_earth]

Iramaat looks pleased. It's interesting (and rather pleasant) to find people here who recognize the fact that deities command respect. She sweeps her hand around in a dismissive gesture and offers Tumnus a smile, "No harm done. Very few know of me outside of my own lands - and if they do, they've only heard fragments of my greatness. Thank you, nonetheless."

She turned to glance around the courtyard, lips pressing into a frown, "Are we trapped here? I haven't yet tried to go beyond the walls."

[faun_tumnus]

Tumnus might not recognize her as one of his own, but that does not mean she doesn't deserve the respect he shows her. A god was a god, whether his own or someone elses', after all.

"Of course, lady Iramaat, but no thanks are needed," he offers, smiling softly at her.

When she glances around, his gaze follows her own, but then his ears flick and blue-grey eyes dart back to her. "I would n-not suggest trying... others h-have attempted it, b-but have died doing so. D-death is n-not permanent here, but it is no less painful..."

[gift_of_earth]

"Impermanent death?" Iramaat's eyebrows shoot up, "Now that is a power beyond me. I may be able to extend life, even heal or bring someone back from the brink of death... But to restore life after it has left? This Lord must be very powerful indeed..."

She trails off with a frown and then shakes her head, fingers tapping at the haft of her spear, "This becomes stranger with each word I hear. Am I trapped within these walls? Am I supposed to rot here for the rest of eternity?"

[faun_tumnus]

At her shock, Tumnus nods, his own expression rather grim for a moment. "Indeed. It was not something I was at all expecting nor accustomed to, but it is fact and not simply rumor as I experienced it myself."

He wasn't going to wantonly share details about why he'd needed to be revived unless she inquired, only that he had been; it was not a fond set of memories in the slightest.

When Iramaat asks about the surroundings, Tumnus shakes his head, explaining. "The walls of the Keep itself, no. There is forest and a lake beyond the stone walls, but you cannot travel past the boundaries they have set for us there. I would suggest precaution when traversing the forest, as others have stated several causes for concern; although I have yet to see or experience any of them." His lips thin slightly as they press together. "I would not be terribly surprised if there is truth to them, as this place seems to hold many surprises."