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[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian is sitting on his bed, poking and prodding at his tablet, which, unbeknownst to him, is actually on. He's frowning as he works at it, thoughts of his current surroundings occupying his mind. These accommodations are not what he is used to as a king, and he must admit, he finds them both spare and drab. Still, the shelter is adequate, and the bed seems comfortable enough, which is the most important thing. He understands enough to realize that luxury is at a minimum in this world, and he must not expect any comforts beyond the very basics.

He frowns again at the tablet in his hand. Despite instructions given, he really has no idea how this works, but he's keeping himself very busy trying to figure it out. When the screen flickers, he nearly drops it in surprise.]

Oh! I think... I think this is working now? Hello? I talk into this, and I see and hear people talking back, right?

Like... magic. [That's a disturbing thought. In his world, magic is not always to be trusted, especially magic items from origins unknown. So he'll treat this device with caution.]

I should introduce myself. I am Caspian X, King of Narnia. I must ask first: are there any other Narnians here?

[Caspian's not sure what he hopes to hear in answer to that question: he doesn't want to think of any of his people here, brought to this strange and harsh world, but selfishly, he would like to see a familiar face.]

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[ready_to_bloom]

[At this, he does bow his head briefly, although he wonders if this looks odd on the tablet's screen.} Thank you, my lady.

It's a small country, and from what I understand, outside of this world. I hope not to find my people here, but if there are any, I will do what I can for them.

[colur]

[ Oh, what a bother, now she has to curtsy. Which she can do quite well, really, except that doing it properly means she has to drop her hand, and with it the tablet. She recovers with speed and a flash in her eyes, glances at the device with a quiet "hmmmph." Then, she continues much more pleasantly. ]

I will try to keep my own eyes sharp, then. I haven't met anyone who hails from Prydain, or any of the border kingdoms.

[ready_to_bloom]

[Oh, yes, the bow must have looked odd on the tablet, if that's what a curtsy looks like.] Thank you, I do appreciate it.

And Prydain is your home, I take it?

[colur]

Caer Dalben is my home. In the country of Prydain, yes. But no one seems to have heard of it— which is twice strange, since it's the largest thing I know.

[ready_to_bloom]

I admit, I have not heard of it myself. Have you been here long?

[colur]

Well, I usually say that it's been a season, but I'm told that no one knows how long that is! I suppose it's hard to blame them, everything is so dingy and grey here it's hard to tell the mornings from the afternoons.