So, learning to sword fight from Cor

voltinusofdancinglawn:

“Ah. I’ve only really lived here. It’s not too safe for blind fauns, even those as balanced as me!” He laughed, swinging his staff. “I bet you miss home.” Though he couldn’t see her face, he sensed a soft happiness that he could only imagine was portrayed by a smile across her face. Voltinus turned to her, and looked surprised. “Why would that be rude? I’d love to show you!” He took her hand and walked over to a bench that he had sat on earlier, feeling around with his staff. As they sad down, he looked excited. He rarely got to explain how he saw things, and he adored it. “First thing you have to do is close your eyes.”

"I suppose it wouldn’t. You seem to be quite independent. I really don’t mind it though." Imogen looked at his staff, wondering how she hadn’t noticed it before. "Hm? Oh, not really. There wasn’t much for me on Earth." She was clearly losing her touch, it seemed. "I meant in the way that I asked. Dear me, I suppose sticking around in a library nearly all day for so long has gotten everything scrambled up in my brain." She shook her head softly, to clear her mind and sat down beside him. Imogen closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.

(Source: imogen-in-narnia)

So, learning to sword fight from Cor

voltinusofdancinglawn:

“You’re surprised.” He said as he felt her shoulder tense up. “I realize that, but still. I prefer to be with the dryads home at the Dancing Lawn. I think you will be very good at that though! I am the last to judge.” He heard her catch her breath. People tended to be surprised when they found out about his blindness. “I do have fantastic hearing, but basically I’ve learned to deal with it.” Voltinus smiled softly. “It gives me perspective.” 

"At being touched? Yes. In my world, it is common but I’ve been in Narnia for so long now, that what is the now common is hardly making contact with someone." She had been accustomed to going untouched by strangers. "I’ll bet you do." She smiled at him in return, though she knew he couldn’t see it. He had a lovely one. She watched him again. "Would you care to put it in perspective for me?" She asked without thinking. It wasn’t a moment too soon that she retracted her statement and bowed her head. "I apologize  that was rude of me.”

(Source: imogen-in-narnia)

So, learning to sword fight from Cor

voltinusofdancinglawn:

He paused and pondered before he spoke. “War is just a result of people judging one another. My… disability… helps me to understand others.” He walked forward and then put his hand on her shoulder. “I am Voltinus, of Dancing Lawn. I am not equipped to fight either, yet I like to resort to peaceful negotiation.”

She regarded him and his hand on her shoulder. She wasn’t used to everyone touching. Since, she had come to Narnia from her world and time, hardly anyone made physical contact. “I’m not saying that peaceful negotiation is bad. I’m actually pretty good at it, but I wish to sail, become a Captain of a ship and thus, sword play is a bit necessary.” She looked him in his eyes. Her eyebrows raised as she realized that he was blind. “Don’t call it a disability. I’m sure it helps more than harms.”

(Source: imogen-in-narnia)

So, learning to sword fight from Cor

voltinusofdancinglawn:

He leans against his staff and sighs. “I never much cared for fighting… But who might you be? I don’t recognize your voice or gait.” He smiled invitingly. 

Imogen smiled at the stranger, a confused look upon her face. “Fighting is sometimes found to be necessary. I, myself, would need it as I’m not as naturally equipped as most people of this world are.” She observed him, taking in his mannerisms and the way he spoke. “Imogen Chase. And yourself?”

(Source: imogen-in-narnia)

So, learning to sword fight from Cor

was probably one of my more clever ideas.

My arms hurt for days afterwards but I’m a fast learner and apparently, pretty good at it.

New Friendships||Ember and Imogen

ember-on-fire:

Ember lifted her head, feeling the Sun bathing all her face.  She was the fire girl, the huntress, the survivor and this time she felt just like that, like the sun was giving her strength. The voice of the other girl was basically just one more sound, hide because of the sound of the waves crashing. Ember looked at her and a small smile crossed her face while a simple word came to her lips, “Yes,” She told the other girl and turned her head again to the sun. Then she remembered she needed to ask Imogen back to keep the conversation.

She turned to Imogen again, “Er, do you like the beach too?”

Imogen had a small, lazy grin playing on her lips as the sun and the sand and the complete atmosphere -familiarity of the beach relaxed her her. “Yes. I adore it.” She spoke softly, in an almost whisper. This. This was what she missed about Narnia the most, other than the people that is. The ocean. It had always called to her. Even when she lived in Cheshire. It was a piece of her and her ‘muchness’ as the Cat would say. Though, there was quite a lot of muchness in her, she supposed. She shook her head. Enough of the odd cat and wondering when they’d meet again.

She looked at Ember from under her lashes. “What is your favorite part of the beach?”

(Source: imogen-in-narnia)

The Importance of Talking| Imogdash

Imogen grinned at the letter in her hand. She placed it on her bed, and hurried to put a fresh walking dress on. Gone were the days of her trousers and the days of dresses have returned. She had just returned from her trip to Narnia, she had been to see the sea, Cor and the library there. Once upon a time, she would have thought that the way in which she was missing Rabadash was pathetic. She refused to think that way now for she had realized just what it was that made her miss him as she did. Love. Strangely enough. It was typically an emotion that was reserved for Jenson, the Liberty’s and Juliette, and now, to be able to identify it as what she felt for him was indeed love. She prayed that he’d take her news in a decent manner, as he had begun doing. He had changed her as much as she had him. Though, the sea still called to her, it was more of a soft whisper.

Imogen walked to the kitchens and politely asked the chef to prepare a small picnic. She waited in silence as those in the kitchens worked, many whispered about her, being a ‘barbarian woman’ and all. She huffed and rolled her eyes when they weren’t looking. She was excited to share her feelings with their prince and Imogen refused to allow them to dampen her spirits. She took her basket after it was made and with a polite smile and ‘thank you’, she left to the front doors to wait for Rabadash.

favourite celebrity appearances  SARAH HYLAND — nylon’s october it issue and launch of the hello kitty/forever 21 collaboration