The next time I woke up, it was at a reasonable time. It was just before dawn and the early morning sun's rays flitted through the flaps of the tent illuminating our wooden furniture and the sleeping figures who shared a tent with me. I will get them back, yes.
How I do not know, but on the bright side, we are leaving camp today to travel to Cair Paravel, were my friends will be crowned Kings and Queens, and I a princess, for I am a mutual friend between all four. I wonder what the crowns will look like.
I swung my feet out of bed onto the icy floor. I curled my toes because the cold made all the hair on my body stand on end. I stood up and heard a scary pop in my knees. Well, that's what I get for sleeping on a wooden bed.
I stretched out my arms and my soar muscles were complaining. I looked ahead of me, straight into a mirror. My hair looked like I fell out of a tree, then stood with my face by an ogres but and then got run over by a horse. Just perfect hair.
I grabbed a brush and started to try and tame my hair. It was like tameing a wild lion. No offence, Aslan. The brushing of my hair started to help and I slightly wet my hair to get it under my control. "Screw it." I muttered and waved my hand.
Boom, awesome tamed hair. I plainly braided it and then I walked to the wash basin to wash my face. The water was warm and some steam was twirling into the air. I dipped my finger in. "Bloody Hell that's hot!" I yelled and waved my hand over the basin.
The water inside instantly became a little cooler. "Can you do anything without magic?" Came a snide and sarcastic voice from outside. It sounded like Ellisha. She is an Elf who is just a pain in the arse. I hate her guts. And she probably hates mine. Yay, lucky me.
"I can Ellisha, but were is the fun in that?" I asked pokeing my head out of the tent. I smiled at her and went back to bathing. I wet the white linen cloth and washed my face with lovely smelling soap. I breathed in. I smell like lavender. Go figure.
I ow ran a hand over my braid, a gesture I always do when I am thinking. I walked to the chair and took a pale pink dress that would reach my toes and it had long sleeves with a circular neckline. It was tight fitted sleeves and empire waisted with a pink belt that tied in a bow at the back.
Nah. To girly. Leave that for Lucy. She'd love it. The other dress was ankle length with elbow lengthy sleeves and a square neckline. It was princess style and it was blue and plain. To dull.
The final dress was a red dress that was tight fitted till the hips and then went out slightly. It had a v neckline and tight fitting sleeves till the wrists but then fabric was attached to little rings to put on your middle finger. It was the dress I was going to wear.
I unloved the back and stepped into the dress. It was comfortable enough for ridding and walking and if need be, running. I noticed Suzan and Lucy still fast asleep. I laughed slightly at them.
"Hey lazy arises! Get up! We're traveling! Come on!" I called pushing Lucy out of her bed and in turn, Suzan.
I ignored their complaining and packed a satchel. As I walked out Suzan called after me: "I'm going to tell Peter!"
"By all means!" I called back and shrugged. I kept walking till I found Bacon happily eating apples.
"Gee, my own horse deserted me during the battle. Harsh." I said to Bacon. He whined and apology.
"You know, I am still amazed at the fact that you can't talk." I said to him. Bacon rolled his eyes.
Why is my horse so sassy?
"Aah, screw the saddle. I don't like them any ways." I said as I mounted Bacon without any equipment.
I rode off to find the others.
