The Dancing Lawn

[Kelila]

((For lack of anything better to do. NARNIA!!!))

Ignatius smiled as he watched the crowd of fauns, satyrs, dryads and other Narnians steadily forming a circle around the blazing bonfire in the center of the grassy Dancing Lawn. It was the perfect night for the midsummer celebration, cloudless and with a full moon turning the surrounding lanscape to pure silver. Hundreds of Narnians had turned out for the feast and the dance that inevitably followed afterwards. Even the Kings and Queens had decided to come, and their presence made everyone all the more joyful. The feast had been a grand success, and although everyone was rather full, the spectacular dance was about to begin. Dwarves piled armloads of dry wood on the crackling bonfire, and the air rang with cries of excitement as the Narnians gathered.

The shy faun stuck to the shadows at the edge of the Lawn, hoping that none of his friends would notice him. He was not so fortunate.

"Hallo, is that you, Iggy? I thought it was. Trying to slip away, are you?" Another faun broke away from the crowd and playfully pulled on Ignatius' arm.

Ignatius sighed. "Yes, I was. Can't I just... well... I don't like to dance on a full stomach, you know--"

"Oh, come on, Iggy. You have to dance. You'll miss out on all the fun!" The faun tugged Ignatius over to the circle.

"Alright," Ignatius sighed, "I'll dance. But you know I have two left hooves!"

[ptsluvsnfl]

((sorry, more horses! XD))
Watching the fun stood a small group of centaurs. They were there to watch and feast and tell stories, but not for dance. Who ever heard of a dancing centaur?
One of the smaller ones, a filly with amber hair lifted her hooves in time to the festive music. The older ones glanced her way, "Are you dancing, Rowan?" One asked.
The girl nodded, "Do you think they would mind if I joined in?"
Her question went unanswered. Rowan glanced up at the sky, so brightly filled with stars. There was the Ship, and several other well-known summer constellations. Her hooves continued to move and she smiled. Rowan was somewhat free-spirited. She had a few different ideas, but she never got so carried away that they got her into trouble.
Tiring a bit, Rowan trotted to a grassy spot where a feast was spread out on a blanket. All sorts of wines and fruits, cakes and breads, hot sausages, hot ciders. Everything smelled wonderful.
Knealing somewhat solemnly, Rowan began eating. She knew that it would take her some time to eat, and during that time, she could only watch the merriment. The centaur noticed a fiery-haired fawn being pushed into the dance and she laughed.
Rowan showed a different side to centaurs, a joyful, merry side that not many knew of. But why should she not be glad during the glorious rule of King Peter?
((I'm assuming this is the time you've put this in))
((I think the Ship was one of them. I need to read the books again.))

[Aly]

(( First off: HAHA! IGNATIUS!! *pokes Kendi* Hehe!!
And... EH?! "cakes and breads, hot sausages" I mean, this /is/ Narnia we're speaking of, right?
Swine: "I can smell my cousin, Wilber..."
Speaking of pork, here's a funny thought. You guys usualy eat pork of Easter, right? It's the main dish? That's what I've heard, anyway. Well, isn't it kind of... I dunno, a paradox to celebrate the resurection of a Jew by eating pork?
Heeeeh, I'm loopy tonight. *dance of the drunken monkey* ))

[ptsluvsnfl]

((I don't usually eat pork on easter. I eat it on Christmas. I celebrate a Jew's BIRTH by eating ham! XDDD
In Prince Caspian, they said it was okay to kill and eat a bear that wasn't a talking animal. I forgot which one of the books it was, but one talked about the children being served by fawns or dwarves sausages that "weren't filled by bread, but good, meaty, sausages" -I don't think I quoted word for word, but something like that.))

[Kelila]

((Aly, you have officially been dubbed CRAZY. XD And we sometimes eat corned beef on Easter. Or St. Patrick's day. But that's beside the point... Yes Kendi, you got the time period right.))

Ignatius soon found himself carried away by the thrill of the dance. Narnians linked paws and hands as they whirled, skipped, and leaped around the fire. Light, cheerful notes trilled out from fauns' handcarved flutes, and badgers thumped on deep drums as dryads shimmered their fine tambourines. Ignatius spotted Queen Lucy across the circle, her silver crown askew, enjoying herself immensely. He laughed to himself, "She is a queen, and older than me, and yet she still is a child at heart."

The song reached a slower point when the fauns and satyrs formed an outer circle and danced around the others who formed an inner circle. As Ignatius danced outward, he spotted a lively centauress tapping her hooves to the music. "Hey, would you look at that," he said, nudging his friend beside him.

"What?"

"A centaur girl. Dancing," he smirked.

"So? As if you can," his friend laughed as Ignatius, not paying attention, was run into by a large satyr.

[ptsluvsnfl]

Rowan decided not to sit down after all. She continued her dance. A dryad, tall and slim, took her hands and spun around, (The centaur, spinning rather clumsily) before dancing off into the trees.
Kicking up her heels, the filly-girl cheered, caught up in the merriment.
"What is this? You just about stepped on my tail, miss!" A voice called from below.
Rowan froze, realizing that she might trample whoever was under her if she moved.
A young skunk appeared before her, "Very sorry to be in your way. Must have fallen asleep," He yawned, "Well, a bit of dancing should wake me up. G'night, miss,"
He noticed the fawn being bumped, "Ignatius! 'ello! When did you get 'ere? I wasn asleep that long, now was I?"
((Sorry 'bout the familiarity. Is that alright?
I needith a name for him. I noticed that the talking animals often have names like the sounds the make (Reepicheep) the things they do (Trufflehunter) etc. I don't want anything about his smell, though. XD Maybe like "Clover-VERB-"))

[Kelila]

((Clover something? Urrr... Cloverstar! He could have a white clover mark on his forehead, yes? Yrr, it sounds girly. *is insane because of the Prince Caspian trailer* Come on, we need more people to join!))

Ignatius regained his rhythm and fell into step with the dance once more. Looking over his shoulder, he said to the skunk, "Hi there! Um, I've been here all evening, sleepyhead! Come on, a little dancing should wake you up," he beckoned cheerfully.

Ignatius' dark brown hair was blazing in the firelight as he frolicked along the circle, and his bright blue eyes flashed with delight. There was nothing so enchanting as the midsummer celebration, and Ignatius was enjoying every minute of it. His chest swelled to draw in the clear night air, and he could smell the sweet perfume of the weeping cherry blossoms in the surrounding forest. He loved the roar of the fire, and above it he could hear the happy chatter of friends as they laughed and sang heartily along to the ballads.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when the slow tempo switched to a quick jig time. Fauns and satyrs jumped up, spinning full around midair, then crouched low to the ground as the dryads and other Narnians leapt nimbly overhead. It was a beautiful sight.

[Kelila]

((I've decided that Iggy is a n00b character, so I think this thread deserves to be deleted...))

[ptsluvsnfl]

((He can be saved. He just needs a little polishing up))

[Kelila]

((Oh, all right. Forget everything I wrote in his profile. We just need a more workable plot, then. SOMETHING MUST HAPPEN!!!))

Ignatius was once again distracted from the intricate dancing, but this time it was by Queen Susan.

"Coooorinnn!" she called with her hand to her mouth, picking up her skirts a few inches as she stepped hurriedly toward the edge of the firelight. Ignatius watched her face and noted that it seemed frustrated and worried at the same time. Her eyes roved back and forth among the dancers and to the trees. "Cooooriiiiiiiinnnnn! Oh, where is that little sparrow of a boy now? Peter, Corin's run off again." She turned to her brother the High King, where he stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the skill of the dancers.

"Oh, I'm sure he would not go far, sister--not during such an occasion as this." Although his words were confident, his brow creased in worry for the young Archenland prince.

Ignatius tripped on a root, sending him sprawling outside the circle. Several dryads laughed.