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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[featherofthecat]

[Tsia spends most of her time, outside. The walls of the Keep remind her still too much of her time in Korshan. She paced much of the Keep like a caged tiger. It was hard not to notice something new in her pen.

She's seen people with horns but she's yet to see anyone with a spear.

Caution halts her steps.

Blue eyes warily watch you, goddess.]

[gift_of_earth]

[Iramaat turns her head and her eyes narrow for a moment.]

Are you responsible for this?

[featherofthecat]

[Lovely.

Someone else that she can't understand. Tsia's expression takes on that of a wet cat. She tries Ciordani first but she doesn't have high hopes that this woman will understand her at all.]

Who are you? I don't know what you're saying.

[She's frustrated with this game of charades that the nodie has decided that she be forced to play.]

[gift_of_earth]

[Iramaat frowns again. A language she can't understand? How irritating.]

I don't understand your language, stranger.

[She makes a vague, dismissive gesture with her free hand.]

[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."