Lieu: Mystvale Streets
C'était une marche maladroite en ville. Alice n'arrêtait pas de murmurer tranquillement pour elle-même, déviant toute tentative Berry faite à la conversation avec un reniflement amer ou un schowl. Berry savait mieux que de prendre le comportement d'Alice personnellement, mais ça n'a pas facilité les choses. Surtout après des années de connaissance, la personnalité incohérente d'Alice a rendu sa volatilité beaucoup plus difficile à gérer pour Berry. Berry n'a jamais pu abandonner Alice, peu importe à quel point ça s'est mal passé entre eux, mais elle n'a pas pu s'empêcher de sentir que rester dans le coin n'a fait qu'empirer les choses.
Avec un soupir restreint, Berry a tenté une autre fois de tendre la main à Alice. "Nous passons chez Madame Fae maintenant, voulez-vous vous arrêter à l'intérieur et prendre quelque chose à manger ou à boire?"
La question est tombée à plat, Alice ayant une fois de plus refusé de répondre. Berry a arrêté de marcher et a insisté pour qu'ils entrent chez Madame Fae. Berry a vu plus qu'assez de visages familiers et a espéré que le fait d'amener Alice à l'intérieur l'aiderait à sortir de sa rut mentale.
"Alice-"
"Berry, ferme-la et laisse-moi tranquille, d'accord? A tout à l'heure." Avec ça, Alice s'est envolée, laissant Berry seule devant Mme Fae. Ce n'était pas la première fois qu'Alice avait craqué à Berry comme ça, pas plus que ce ne serait la dernière, mais c'était tout aussi dur sur Berry à chaque fois.

Lieu: Madame Fae's
Elle a ouvert la porte lentement et discrètement, essayant de ne pas être un problème et de rester sous le radar. Berry ne voulait rien de Mme Fae, mais c'était quelque part où elle savait qu'elle pouvait aller quand elle avait une dure journée. Avec une petite vague pour personne en particulier, Berry a pris un siège loin de la foule, se penchant contre le siège et résistant à l'envie de gémir fort. Elle a passé plusieurs instants à se demander si elle devait se lever et demander un café, ou rester assise et espérer que ses problèmes disparaîtraient. Le bon choix était évident, bien sûr, mais Berry a trouvé une réelle valeur en attendant que ses problèmes soient balayés pendant qu'elle était assise là immobile.

Lieu: Mystvale Streets -> Lucy's Apartment
Berry, toujours sur ses nerfs. Alice a fait de son mieux pour ne pas jurer à haute voix, mais parfois les lignes entre son esprit et sa bouche étaient floues un peu trop. Elle était assez confiante qu'elle avait assez bien gardé sa langue avec Berry, bien qu'Alice ne pouvait jamais vraiment être sûre de ce qui s'est réellement passé ou de ce qu'elle projetait sur ses souvenirs.
Elle n'était pas déjà dans cette rue? Non, elle n'avait jamais marché droit, seulement une fois à droite où elle avait abandonné Berry. Où était-ce? C'était sans importance. Alice était près de son propre appartement maintenant, et être à la maison était tout ce qui comptait.
Attends, pourquoi c'était important? Alice a arrêté de marcher, luttant pour se rappeler exactement pourquoi elle voulait rentrer à la maison en premier lieu. Elle a rebondi des pensées dans son esprit, tous perdant contact avec la réalité avec chaque pas mental qu'elle a fait. Et comme Alice se rendait compte qu'elle était de moins en moins sensée, même selon ses normes, elle est devenue plus en colère et plus en colère à son incapacité à s'aider elle-même. Les larmes commençaient à tomber de son visage, alors qu'elle s'enfonçait de plus en plus.
Soudain, Alice a fait un pas en arrière, à la fois mentalement et littéralement, incapable de bien différencier les deux. Berry lui a toujours dit de trouver quelque chose de familier quand elle avait l'impression de se perdre. Elle a filé plusieurs fois, regagnant ses repères une fois de plus. Reconnaissant l'immeuble d'appartement de Lucy, Alice s'est enfermée à l'intérieur, espérant désespérément qu'elle trouverait quelque chose de familier qu'elle cherchait.
Alors qu'elle frappait frénétiquement à la porte, Alice essuya les larmes de son visage avec sa manche. "C'est Alice", cria la jeune fille, son désespoir audible dans sa voix. "Je pense que j'ai besoin d'aide." Avec ça, Alice est tombée par terre. Elle s'est repoussée contre le mur en s'opposant à la porte, a recourbé les jambes et a enterré son visage dans ses bras alors qu'elle commençait à pleurer à nouveau.
A R A V I S T A R K H E E N A

"I did not do any of these things for the sake of pleasing you." - Aravis Tarkheena, C.S. Lewis' the Horse and His BoyT H E H E R O
 •  N A M E 
Aravis Tarkheena, Queen of Archenland, the only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Illsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was decended in a right line from the god Tash
 •  S T O R Y 
The Horse and His Boy; the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
The Never (Calormen)
 •  M A G I C 
No. Despite claiming to be descended in a direct line from the god Tash, Aravis has no magical abilities.
 •  A G E 
Twenty Two Years
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
Aravis was previously married to King Cor of Archenland, allowing her to become Queen. He husband subsequently perished, causing Aravis to become a widow. Pansexual, she has displayed some interest in Queen Lucy of Narnia. She is not currently receiving suitors.
 •  A T T I R E 
In her home country, Calormen, Aravis tended to wear belted tunics and loose cloth pants. She dressed more like a tomboy than a lady, only wearing dresses such as this and this when forced to by social events. She preferred things that were comfortable, things that she could fight in, and whatever would help to spare her from the overbearing sun. In Archenland, with the cooler climate and due to her responsibilities at court, Aravis adopted warmer clothing that would still prove functional in battle, such as this and this. Of course, this never prevented Aravis from wearing a finely crafted piece of Archenland made armor.
On Earth, however, Aravis found herself most comfortable in tunic dresses. They reminded her of her dear home of Calormen, but on occasion, she would wear traditional English clothing, living with the Pevensies in England. No matter what she wore, however, she was always ready for a fight.
As for her physical appearance, Aravis has long locks of brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion. Nimble and lean, she has almost the body of a sailor, springy and ready for action. In Archenland, she was hailed as being one of their most beautiful queens. Of course, she never tried to look pretty for anyone other than herself.I N A L A N D F A R F A R A W A Y . . .
 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
Incredibly brave and loyal, Aravis never suffers from a shortage of courage. Before traveling with Shasta/Cor, Aravis was arrogant and egotistical, looking down on those who were not Tarkheenas or Tarkaans. Overtly prideful, this almost reckless pretentiousness toned down quite considerably throughout her journey to Archenland. While she still is a bit prideful, she no longer is the entirely self-centered person she once was.
Aravis can also be incredibly manipulative, able to analyze a situation quickly and make the best moves needed. However, she only does this if she believes it is for the greater good, never trying to actively cause harm to anyone. After punishment from Aslan due to her causing a slave to take a beating, Aravis has become more cautious and considerate towards the impact of her actions on others. She has, essentially, become a hero, willing to put her life on the line for others.
That doesn't mean however that she's going to suffer fools. Confident and decisive, Aravis is a very firm and serious personality, getting everything done. She hates those who sit around all day, preferring herself to constantly be accomplishing things. Hard work is how she relaxes--that, or reading a good book. She loves stories. 
 •  R E N O W N S K I L L S 
Aravis is a talented swordsman, trained in various types of blades and styles. She is skilled in horseback riding as well, being able to fight while mounted. Skilled as well in diplomacy and strategy, Aravis has successfully led Archenland for several years. She is also a highly skilled storyteller, a quality prized among Calormen nobles. 
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
Aravis can be rather hotheaded and self-centered, looking out for herself first. She's incredibly stubborn and prideful, believing that she can do everything better than anyone else. Most of this, however, is to cover up some deep insecurities brought on by her upbringing and the death of her husband. And furthermore, she's a bit of a martyr waiting to happen.
 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Aravis was born in the province of Calavar, in the country of Calormen, deep to the south of Narnia. Her father was the ruling lord of the province, making her a member of the nobility, a Tarkheena. She grew up with a rather pleasant childhood in the supposed Golden Age of Narnia. She spent her time with her good friend, Lasaraleen, often playing at the lake. While Lasaraleen was more into gossiping and preparing for married life, Aravis enjoyed learning to sword fight and to wear armor, taking lessons from her brother Devadas before he perished in a war. It was a world where women were expected to be objects and where slavery was commonplace. For the most part, Aravis was unhindered by both of those aspects.
That changes when her mother died and her father remarried. Her stepmother despised her and plotted to marry Aravis off to Ahoshta Tarkaan at the tender age of thirteen. Ahoshta Tarkaan, a vile and hideous man, was nearly fifty years her elder. Repulsed and expecting to have her father acquiese to her demands, Aravis was shocked when he refused, insisting that she marry Ahoshta. Finding no help from her family or her dear friend, Aravis decided it was best to kill herself. There was no other way out, as her eyes were opened to the cruelties of the world she lived in.
Deep in the woods, under the pretense of going off for a several day journey to pray to the gods before her marriage, Arravis readied her dagger, and began to drive it towards her heart. Instead, her horse Hwin began to talk. She thought she was delusional at first, but when it happened again, Aravis learned of the mythical land of Narnia. Determined to escape Calormene and go to the seemingly perfect place, she ran off under the disguise of a young Tarkaan. Along the way, she ran into a poor boy named Shasta, journeying with him. In the process, they ran into Queen Susan and King Edmund of Narnia, and overheard a deadly plot to invade Archenland, proposed by the Tisroc's son.
Eventually making their way into Archenland, Aravis' back was skinned by Aslan as punishment for her crimes. Shasta went on to the battle, leaving Aravis behind, wounded. It was there that Shasta learned of his identity as Prince Cor during an epic battle between the Archenlanders and the Calormene. Prince Cor invited Aravis to remain at court with him in Anvard. Having been disowned by her family and not wishing to return to Calormen, Aravis accepted.
Growing closer with Prince Cor each and every day, Aravis began to train harder and harder, hoping to escape the nightmares of her past. She developed a bit of PTSD from her experiences, especially after learning her childhood friend, Larsaleen, was beheaded for aiding Aravis and Cor in their escape. Nearly bringing Archenland to rage war against Calormen, Aravis found herself lost in the middle of Narnia, having been sent there by Aslan.
Because of this, she met Queen Lucy, and the pair of them became great friends. Healing and grieving the loss of her dear friend, Aravis returned to Archenland, and when the time came, accepted Cor's proposal. The wedding was a somber affair, as King Lune had perished on that very day. Aravis became Queen of Archenland, leading her country in and out of war, despite having a bit of a temper. Two years into the reign of Cor and Aravis, her husband died of the same illness that had ailed King Lune. Dawning her mourning garb, Aravis became the sole ruler of Archenland.
It was a few weeks after that Aravis found she was pregnant. Vowing to name the child Ram, as Cor would have wanted, Aravis' troubles only continued when she miscarried. All of Archenland wept for their Queen, and Aravis soon realized her fear: she wouldn't be able to conceive a child ever again. Throwing herself into her work, Aravis continued to rule Archenland, with her niece, Ramna, being groomed to rule Archenland after Aravis. Prince Corin, Aravis' brother-in-law, helped handle the matters of a king, despite not bearing the title.
Life went on.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
With the dark magic separating the lands, winter engulfing Narnia, and the portals closing, Archenland had fallen into chaos, with Calormen gearing up for yet another invasion. Princess Ramna, only five years old, was far too young to rule. Prince Corin and Queen Aravis were the only remaining guiding figures. With the chance to use magic to escape to a new land, Aravis had insisted that Corin and Ramna use it, and stay with the Queens and Kings of Narnia in the new world. She would remain behind, and look after the rest of Archenland.
But by some cruel twist of fate, Aslan intervened, and ensured that Aravis was the one sent to the new world. Living in Washington with the Pevensies, Aravis continues to be haunted by memories of her lost family in Archenland. She currently works as a fencing instructor, trying her best to make do in another world that judges her by the color of her skin and her gender. Taking a bit of a fancy to Lucy, Aravis still retains her mannerisms, swearing by Aslan and Tash out of habit. She hasn't truly adapted to the new world, still feeling lost and out of place.
Archenland had been the only place she felt at home. And now, it was gone.