Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah wasn't certain if she appreciated him placing himself between her and the lion. It spoke well of chivalry but she had good reason to be a little miffed with the man. His words especially confounding. She scolded him for trying to make off with her and he replies with her people invading his land? There was absolutely no correlation! His brain must have been addled by the sea water. His manly display was...impressive she supposed. He was ready to face down a lion. Silly of course. Strange though he did not feel the same towards the beast. While he was ready to fight it she was ready to snuggle into his mane. She watched as he moved down the beach to see where the lion went off to. Meanwhile Chulain plodded back towards the humans. Her eyebrows raised at the Scott as he came back, sheathing his weapons. She listened as he listed off possible places they could be. Madness really. There was absolutely no way they could be in Ireland let alone France. Though he moved on to speak of making camp and such. Chulainn made it back over to the pair and shook her head, his mane flopping elegantly side to side. The Scott's quip about not liking the company of a Scotsman made her scoff and roll her eyes. Do not be so dramatic. It is you specifically I draw issue with, she said as she laid a hand on Chulainn's muzzle. I've never been in the company of Scotsmen and can't possibly judged if their company is appealing or not. You, however, led a band of your men to attack our caravan. You tried to grab me and whisk me away. You...partially succeeded but I imagine not in the way you wanted. What ever it is you want with me you can shove right up your man skirts. Ouu thell him thinah, came a voice from the side the humans. Dinah whirled around but no one was there. Just Chulainn who looked at them placidly. Scott...did you hear that...? She asked in a low voice, peering around. Thorry, Chulainn said and shook his head. Hahd to fpheak waith fith the beht... Dinah stared, mouth and eyes wide. Oh...oh yes the bit... she said in stunned monotone. Slowly she edged forward as though approaching the devil himself. Reaching up she undid the chin strap and cheek strap before pulling the bridle down and the bit ou tof Chulainn's mouth. He smacked his lip and tongue a moment before nodding vigorously. Oh yes oh yes! Much better, much better indeed. Now the saddle too perhaps? It chafes something terrible, he said with a small groan. Dinah glanced to the Scott. This was madness right? Horses didn't talk. Still she moved to Chulainn's side and undid the girth then pulled the saddle down. Chulainn shook his body and abled away. With a happy groan he laid in the sand and rolled. Wonderful! He explained as his legs flailed in the air while Dinah dropped the saddle into the sand. Chulainn finished his roll and clambered back to his hooves with another full bodied shake. Now then...we should follow. He wanted us to follow, he said as he looked towards where the lion had been. Who...is he...? Dinah asked slowly. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be asking her horses where the lion went. Why Aslan of course...the lion. Come along then, on the double. Chulainn began walking towards the tree line but paused to make sure the humans were following. Dinah looked over at the Scott, clearly struggling to process all of what transpired but eventually gave a shrug. I trust Chulainn. Stay here and camp if you like, she said before picking up her skirts and running after her horse.