Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Stay still! The shouting command rang in her ear as she felt a warmth behind her, a powerful arm wrap around her. For a moment she moved to fight, until she realized she was keeping afloat. Every fiber in her being screamed to fight but she held herself in check. Despite anything it wasn't better to drown in the sea. Dinah gave some meager kicks to try and help propel them forward as he swam for both. It wasn't much help and her legs were tangled in her skirts. Her ears felt hot as she relied on this...this Scott for safety. A Scot that tried to...make off with her? For what reasons she could only begin to guess at. Finally their feet found land. He wasn't about to let her go and dragged her with him away from the water. While he collapsed she was pulled down to her knees besides him. Dinah tried not to consider how winded the man was from keeping her alive. He must be a powerful swimmer to keep both of them afloat and brought safely to shore. Chulainn nickered softly and plodded over toward the humans with an uneven gait, favoring the leg near where he had been grazed by a stray ball. Dinah wrenched away from the Scott and went to her horse. The wound was dribbling blood but it was clean enough, just grazed. She came around and gently stroked his muzzle. No chance at fleeing with him and she wouldn't leave Chulainn alone with a mad Scott. Speaking of the mad Scott he suddenly sat up with confused shouts. Well I'm sure I don't know but I am not familiar with Scottish countryside, she said with a huffy little sniff. Though she too looked around. The area looked nothing like the rolling hills of their travels. The forests surrounding them were less the bright verdant of the hills and more a darker green. The massive mountains in the distance certainly were not familiar. Dinah felt a shudder run down their back. This was utterly impossible. It was as if they were...somewhere else. It was impossible! No, chin up, carry on as it were. There was another matter to attend to. Dinah very suddenly rounded on the Scott. Her only weapon a wagging finger at his face. Now see here. Who do you think you are, attacking our caravan, grabbing me and such business? I have half a mind to leave you right on this beach and permit whatever ill you deserve befall you. As it were...you did save my life and there is gratitude owed. She rose up and flicked her dripping hair from her face. But when we find...a...town...hello.... she said slowly, distracted by a sight further down the beach. A Lion. Near as tall as Chulainn with a shining golden mane. Fright should have been the first instinct and yet...seeing this lion was not unlike wrapping up before a warm hearth with a bracing cup of tea and a good book. Scott...do you see this? She asked as her green eyes stared at the lion. Of all things Chulainn gave an excited whinny and trotted towards the lion. Dinah should have been scared. The lion could eat Chulainn. Yet she didn't fear for her beloved companion's life. He trotted with an awkward, limping gait right to the massive beast. The animals touched noses a moment. The lion's maw opened wide and Dinah sucked in a breath. Perhaps her lack of fear was misplaced. But only Chulainn's forelock ruffled and settled. The lion turned towards the humans but didn't move for them. His big, liquid eyes gazing at them placidly before he turned and began lumbering towards the forest.