Voice Post//...Home?!//No Quarter

[treadingdawn]

.....My ship!

.....My horse!

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[oshutup]

[ Looking around. HE'S KIND OF CONFUSED and...assuming Caspian is too, if his reaction is anything to go by. ]

Well that's...different.

[ ...obviously...... ]

[forthathorizon]

This is unacceptable!

[oshutup]

Yes, I know. Do you have a preference - which way to look first?

[forthathorizon]

I don't know, I'm unfamiliar with this landscape.

[Crai.]

[oshutup]

[ AREN'T THEY ALL....but yes, Peter sighs and chooses a direction since it's rather clear Caspian won't be taking 'let's wait until later' for an answer. ]

This way then. Although, I think it's possible that if the entire landscape has shifted, your ship at least might not be...locatable until it shifts back.

[forthathorizon]

That is equally unacceptable.

[Oh look he's getting his sword and dagger ready because those will come in handy when facing off against blaster bandits and what not. Crossbow's coming.]

[oshutup]

Well you haven't much choice in the matter, so let's focus on finding your horse first.

[ It is Peter's hope that when they find Destrier (they have to) this will buy them some time to further persuade Caspian to wait. It's not the kind of thing he would have counseled, once, but things change - people too, and sometimes for the better, older. Caspian is the one who was gone for years but Peter thinks he feels more of his own in relation. It's strange but for now he doesn't try to understand it.

Weaponry not being a bad idea, Peter goes armed as well, though what good it will be against anything here....he has mild misgivings. ]