Log; Ongoing

[princess-moanna.livejournal.com]

When; February 3
Rating; G-PG
Characters; Princess Moanna princess_moanna & whomever wishes to run into her.
Summary; Princess Moanna is lost and cold.
Log;


Princess Moanna shivered as she trudged through the City. The first day she had arrived, she had spent her time exploring and enjoying the strange sights before her. But the cold settled in and she was becoming tired. She had gone back the way she had come, positive that the door that had brought her here would still remain, but it was gone. Now, the princess was wandering around a foreign City, lost and without one shoe.

"Why can't I just learn to listen, Estella?" Moanna managed to mutter to her fairy friend, who was curled in between her skin and collar so she wouldn't get ice on her wings. "You were right...I should have listened to Pan and my parents. Now I don't even know how to get home."

"Don't be scared, Moanna. I'm sure we'll find a place to stay and a way to get home. The Book of Crossroads will help you. And...you're not alone. I'm with you." Estella, the fairy chirped. Moanna smiled and brightened at the sight of a cafe situated right in front of them. "Let's go get something warm to drink," she suggested.

They entered the warm building and Moanna had to stifle a gasp at the sight of so many strange people. Even though she had spent a day here already, she was still surprised at how many people and creatures were living in the City. The two comrades took a seat, and Moanna ordered some hot chocolate from the kind waitress. Estella fluttered from her hiding place to allow herself time to warm up. "I wonder if Father will send someone to find me," the princess mused, laying her chin on the palm of her hand in thought. "Maybe Pan will come looking for me."

"Maybe," Estella said, and they both fell into a comfortable silence as the waitress returned with the hot chocolate, which they both began to share.

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[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra was warmly dressed, with Pantalaimon in her arms as she entered the cafe, and took a seat in the booth next to Moanna.

"Pan," she addressed her dæmon, "I'm really sorry about how I acted yesterday."

[barnabasdog.livejournal.com]

Yesterday had been a busy day of silly tricks all to keep one unhappy girl from doing something dangerously foolish. All done until her animal guardian Pan returned or midnight rolled around whatever came first. Lyra might have not been his princess, but Barnabas couldn't ignore her distress and not help-out.

But today, no bad magics. Enjoying the feel of the sun on his fur Barnabas trotted along the sidewalk.

[princess-moanna.livejournal.com]

Estella glanced over at the girl beside her charge, and immediately started chattering excitedly, pointing at Lyra enthusiastically. Moanna looked over and felt a surge of hope. It was the girl Lyra that introduced herself through the Book of Crossroads; how the book managed to let Moanna commune with others through writing was still a mystery to her. Moanna shushed at Estella, knowing that Lyra wouldn't be able to understand her anyway; she herself had been unable to understand Estella until she had completed the third task and had come back to the Underground Realm.

"Um, excuse me...Miss Lyra Silvertongue?" Moanna said nervously, her eyes drifting to the strange animal in Lyra's lap. "I don't know if you remember me...? I'm Ofe..." Her voice drifted off. She had to constantly correct herself; she wasn't Ofelia anymore. She was Princess Moanna. "I'm Princess Moanna," she corrected, giving her best friendly smile.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Pantalaimon stared piercingly at the fairy, and Lyra turned her head and smiled brightly, though internally she noted the girls misstep in introducing herself.

"Oh! Princess Moanna! I talked to you on the network!

[princess-moanna.livejournal.com]

"Is that what it's called?" She asked, her hand moving to the leather-bound book at her side protectively. "I thought it was magic.

"Could you tell me about this place, and if there's anywhere to stay? It's been awhile since I've been on my own," she finished lamely. It was relieving to be talking to a girl close to her own age, and she felt a bit foolish for not knowing at least a little bit about this place.

"Who's your pet?" Moanna inquired, curious at the sight of Pantalaimon. She had never seen one of those animals before.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"This place is called the city... It can be a bit strange, if you en't used to it. And it's dangerous in certain places to," she said.
"Oh, there's magic, here, but the networks mostly technology. I dunno how it works, really. It's more advanced than the stuff in my world."

"He en't a pet. He's my dæmon. He's called Pantalaimon," Lyra explained, although there was a certain sternness in her tone, and Pantalaimon glared at her.

"Um... You need a place to stay? Well, there's a dormitory in the temple, and I suppose you could stay in my room for a few days- I'm sure my flatmates won't mind! There are these apartments around the city- they don't charge rent or anything, and you can just pick one and stay there," Lyra explained.

"It's nice to see someone here my own age though," Lyra smiled.