Destrier’s nose nudge his shoulder but he continued to ignore her. He knew what his mare was trying to tell him and he didn’t exactly want to put up with her right then. He was aware, quite aware, that they were in fact lost. The land around them did remind him of Narnia but there was just something about it that made him knew he wasn’t in his kingdom anymore. Caspian stopped Destrier when the sounds of hooves reached his ear and a girl on a large horse appeared. He offered her a small smile as a greeting and he was a little shocked that she guessed right away that he was lost. “I am in fact,” he said with a nod. “I have no current destination. I was just trying to find someone that could tell me where I was and possibly point me in a direction that could lead me home.”
“Well yer in Scotland, Lad.”
It was surprising that the princess had to tell a stranger where they were. Normally travellers came from England and wandered into Scotland; but they rarely made it up to the highlands of Scotland. Merida wasn’t naïve enough to believe Englishmen were happily accepted in Scotland. “Where are ye fae?” He didn’t seem like he was from Scotland, nor did he have an accident that she was familiar with. “Maybe ah can help ye?” And if not then she could at least provide him with shelter for the night. She was sure someone in the clan would have a spare room or her father would allow, depending on who the man was.
Bringing the large Clydesdale horse to a halt the princess blew soft curls of red from face as she glanced over the stranger. “Dinnae suppose yer lost?” She questioned the man as she took Angus’ reigns in her hands to ensure that he stood still, but she trusted Angus not to do anything foolish. “Ah can help ye if ye are —- where ye headin’?” After all, she knew these Scottish highlands like the back of her hand.
Ashton and Adelaide’s Prompts; My father used to tell me
My faither used tae tell me tha’ magic was’nae real.
“Help ma boab, Merida! Are ye goin’ on aboot those wisps, again, lass?”
Ah can remember his words clearly, but neither o’ us knew how right ah was.
It took a while; weeks - months even, since King Fergus and Merida had managed to hold a conversation after the curse that she had put onto the Queen. King Fergus had never been one to believe in magic, or the will o’ the wisps, it had always been her mother that filled her head with fairy tales and magic.
When her mother almost became a real bear because of her stubbornness and pride, Merida didn’t know how her father would have reacted. He had believed that his wife was dead, and he had almost lost his daughter too. He was a proud man, he wasn’t all too clever at the right times, but he was strong – he was fast, he was witty, he knew what to do in a crisis, even if it wasn’t always the best thing to do.
A witch lived in the woods outside their castle for goodness knows how long and Merida knew that her father wouldn’t have been pleased. Under his nose, he would say. Mor’du was one thing; magic was another, in her father’s mind.
Merida had come to take all the blame on what happened to Queen Elinor, and placed it onto the only thing she could think would easily be able to take the blame, magic. She wasn’t rational enough to calm down and actually realise the witch that had given her the spell that changed her mum also gave her the means to change her back. But, still, she would become a lot like her father after the bear incident.
She hated magic and witches. Why wouldn’t she? She had almost lost her mother because magic was real, it was available. It was something that she would have to overcome. Her father was most likely still in a state of shock from everything, finding out magic was real – what had actually happened to her mother and her brothers… and then there was her mother and how she must have been feeling. Everything may have been happy, the situation brought the Queen and Princess closer, yes, but there was still more to it than that.
A period of happiness and celebration for the Queen’s life and changing her back happened, yes, there was a small party and the surrounding clans in Scotland had left happy. Merida was told that she could find love and then marries in her own time, but all of that meant little when it came to the fact that magic almost tore their family apart.
There was a part of her that knew that that had been her fault, but her pride wasn’t letting her admit it. Yes, her pride was the thing that caused it all in the first place, but she was working on that – promise.
Merida had come to get closer with her mother, but she had changed everything. She had changed her mother, she had changed her back, she had brought her family closer – but she had changed her own outlook on things. She had taken the magic out of her life. She had lost her childlike innocence. She had changed from that child that was giddily following the wisps through the woods. No, she was certainly gone.
If she never had to deal with magic again it would be too soon.
Mulan glanced over her shoulder as she heard Merida groan. That wasn’t exactly surprising. The first few days of camping had been fine but once they did it for a little longer it seemed to her that Merida didn’t exactly like a few things. It seemed waking up early was one of them. Mulan didn’t exactly like it but she at least sucked it up and did it. But she knew better than to say anything. Even if she and Merida were friends she didn’t want to say something that would dishonor her friend and her superior social status.
Letting out a sigh she had Khan slow down even more. Right then she just wanted to get some alone time to try and release a little of her anger. A few minutes by herself and practicing some of her sword fighting would most likely calm her down. So the sooner they decided on a place to camp the better in her opinion. Mulan rolled her eyes a little but she continued to keep quiet as they made their way down the road. This was going to be a very long ride to London, no matter if Robin took them through detours or not.
His blue eyes looked between the two women. He still didn’t have the faintest clue as to why Mulan seemed upset with Merida but he had a strange feeling it something to do with him. He didn’t need to think about why Mulan didn’t like him though. It was completely apparent that she didn’t. If he could somehow win her over or not Robin also didn’t know. But his mind already raced with thoughts as to how exactly she could treat him. None of that was what he wanted and there was only one thing he could think of to make it a little better.
Stay on Merida’s good side.
Robin looked back at Merida as she commented on his suggestion of riding in the cart. The thief didn’t think it was that bad of an idea. If they were in a rush to get to London then him riding there would be the only way for them to move quickly and everyone be somewhat happy. Otherwise it wouldn’t be the forest that slowed them down. Thinking quickly, there was only one thing that he could come up to try and help him int his situation. And that was his charm.
"I never said I disliked," Robin said defensively. "Well, him exactly. I’m not fond of horses but he seems like one I could possibly get along with, especially if you were the one to train him. A rider as skilled as you surely knows how to train a horse like him and it shows."
The princess looked towards the warrior and then towards the thief. This was going to be a long journey. She knew that this was going to be rather fun though. If Mulan didn’t like Robin, and Robin didn’t like being treated the way that Mulan may talk or act around him, then Merida would have to tread on eggshells to keep them both on side. She needed her bodyguard, but Robin was also needed for taking them where they had to go.
She tilted her head as she heard Robin’s voice stating that he didn’t dislike Angus. She snorted as she rolled her blue eyes. “Oh aye,” She chuckled – she had somehow came to that conclusion with what he had said, however. “Could o’ fooled me,” But when Robin began to use flattery the redhead’s nose scrunched up. A skilled rider like her? Oh, aye, such a skilled rider she actually didn’t like riding horses that weren’t Angus.
“Flattery will get ye nowhere, Hood.” Merida somewhat spat before shaking her head. Soon enough when the princess wasn’t looking at Robin, a smile graced her lips. “But yer righ’,” Sort of. “Ah am a guid rider,” on Angus. “An’ ah dae know how tae train a horse.” She had been taught, she had raised Angus since a foal so how could she not do it again? But still, he wasn’t going to get a night in her cart through complimenting her.
Mulan only caught snippets of what her two other companions were talking about and from what she head she didn’t exactly care. The thief could crawl for all she cared. As long as he showed them the proper way to London and he didn’t try to ride with her on Khan, then he could do whatever he wanted. Well, he could do what he wanted within reason. If he so much as thought of stealing from them then Mulan would see to it that it was the thing he ever thought of doing.
Doing as Merida requested, she slowed Khan down and looked over at the redhead as she waited for Angus to catch up with her. Once he was walking along side Khan she looked back to see where there thief had gone. “Are you planning on having us camp the whole journey? Or will their be an inn or two along the way?” Mulan didn’t care if they had to camp the whole way to London but having an actual bed to sleep on for a night in between would have been nice. It would also give Khan and Angus some needed attention until they reached London where they could be properly stabled.
The thief took a small step back from Angus the second the horse neighed. The fox in him disliked animals that were larger than him and that same dislike stayed with him when he was a human. That part of him kept on reminding him how the horse could easily kick or step on him if he wasn’t cautious. “I’ll most likely ask to sit in the cart if I need to,” Robin replied as he smiled up at Merida to hide the small amount of fear he had experienced. When Merida began to have her horse trot over to Mulan’s, he jogged along side her until she was walking along with the other. There he stayed between the two of them as they walked.
"Oh there should be one or two closer to London. I’m afraid we’re going have to camp most of the time while we’re going to Sherwood." And he would have to find a way to hide his foxy self.
Hearing that they were going to have to camp most of the time whilst going to Sherwood, the princess groaned as she swayed a little backwards on the horse and rolled her eyes. “Naturally,” Yes, she didn’t mind camping – but she knew that when they were in an inn that Mulan usually gave her layaway when it came to sleeping in.
When Robin asked her (sort of) if he could sit in the cart when they were riding the way to Sherwood, she quirked one of her ginger brows way up and chuckled. “Really, ye want tae ride in my cart when ye dinnae like my horse? Think again, Sunshine.” Naturally Merida would when it came down to it – it was obvious from the small smirk on her features that she was joking.
Her attention soon turned to Mulan as she wondered about how things would be between the two of them. She knew that Mulan disliked Robin and well Robin hadn’t said much about the warrior, but the friction was going to be obvious. “Haud up a minute,” She called out to Mulan knowing that she and Khan had travelled down the road a little quicker. Merida couldn’t push Angus too much with the cart.
And Robin was walking.