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[the_seafarer]

Caspian comes into the bar, looking tired, and gets a bottle of wine from Bar and a glass before adjurning to a seat nearer the fire, where he promptly pours a glassful and drinks it down.

Pours another one. Drinks it.

...Perhaps there is something bothering him.

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[mogget_cat]

*A white cat smiles at him from the back of the couch near the fire.*

Something bothering you?

[the_seafarer]

He tilts his glass to Yrael in greeting and smiles wryly.

"Why would you think that?"

[mogget_cat]

Your entrance post suggested there was?

One usually does not down wine like that unless they have a reason to want to get drunk quickly.

[the_seafarer]

"True words, Yrael."

He raises an eyebrow and smiles at the not'cat. "Perhaps there is, then."

[mogget_cat]

*cheerfully* And now that it has been ascertained that yes, there is something bothering you, we set out to explore the nature of that 'something'.

*with great solemnity* What is bothering you, Caspian?

[the_seafarer]

He makes a face at Yrael.

"Perhaps it is sarcastic talking cats," he says idly.

"But more likely to do with a lady we are both acquainted with."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael looks quizzically at Caspian.* Odd, I do not know any sarcastic talking cats.

Though I do know many ladies, prrr. To whom are you referring, particularly?

[the_seafarer]

Caspian smiles wryly to himself.

"No, I'm sure you don't. And the lady in question is Lysistrata--you spoke with us a few nights back."

[mogget_cat]

*He grins, turning over on his back and stretching his paws upwards, yawning.* Ah yes, Lysistrata. Lovely lady. How is she? And why is she the something that is bothering you?

*He twists his head around to look at Caspian upside down.* I should not tell her you called her a thing, should I?

[the_seafarer]

"She was..." he hesitates slightly, "fine, the last I saw her. I believe she has gone back to her world for a time, and do not know if she will return, so I doubt you'll have the chance to tell her I said anything at all."

He grins a little and shakes his head.

"It's not exactly her that's bothering me. Just things I need to think over."

[mogget_cat]

*The cat turns over, rolling down into the seat of the couch. It pads over and settles down comfortably on the armrest, watching Caspian.*

Like what? Talking often helps sort things out.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian turns to face him, leaning an arm against the back of the couch.

"She's very forceful," he says, grinning ruefully. "I'm afraid I have gotten myself involved where I had no right to be at all."

[mogget_cat]

*still smiling* She is a woman who knows how to go about getting what she wants. And, I assume by your mood, you have been on the receiving end of this.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark haired woman wanders over. "Good evening, sir" she says, smiling.

[the_seafarer]

"Good evening, my lady," he replies with a polite smile, raising his glass to her.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris nods. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" she asked smoothly.

[the_seafarer]

"Of course not," he replies, just as smooth but perhaps with a bit more warmth.

He gestures to a chair nearby. "Please, sit."

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris sits and smiles at the man. "I am the Sorceress Iris." she says, extending her hand.

[the_seafarer]

"Caspian, formerly of Narnia." He takes the proferred hand and returns the smile.

"Sorceress? What sort of sorcery, my lady?"

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

"It is very nice to meet you, Caspian." she replies, smiling. "I do not believe I have heard of Narnia." she adds, wrinkling her forehead cutely.

"Illusion," she replies.

[the_seafarer]

He raises an eyebrow.

"What kind of illusion?"

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

"Every kind." she says grinning. "Sight, sound, smell, taste, warmth and texture." she explains. "I can alter the appearance of something and fabricate anything."

[the_seafarer]

His eyebrows raise.

"That is a formidable talent, indeed. Are you from England as well, then?"

As England is the only place he knows outside Narnia that has magic.

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris makes a cute moue. "England..." she repeats, thinking. "Earth?" she asks, after thinking a moment.

[the_seafarer]

"I...suppose so," Caspian says, blinking.

He's never heard of any other England, after all.