[A] Cramped Quarters {Plot - Part Two} [Finished]

((Ooc Note: This is the beginning of part two of the mini-plot. All characters have managed to make it into the caves/tunnels. The first plot thread will be locked and moved on April 8th so please finish up whatever you need to finish up on there before joining this thread. Keep in mind that you can post here before April 8th. It's open now. Thanks!))

With the storm raging outside the tunnels, and the many caves that held nervous Narnians within, there was little Caspian could do to improve their situation. They had stored the most that they could ? he hoped that it was enough that they weren?t set back too far. If he had been concerned that he was completely useless earlier, he was nearly certain of it now. It hadn?t even really been him overseeing all the storm preparations. He had made a couple of suggestions but he hadn?t been surprised if no one had followed them ? what did he know about storms? About survival? About war? What did he know about anything, beyond expensive living and fancy toys? Exquisite foods? What good was he at all? But then, he had time to change, to improve as a ruler. He supposed that even being out here, even being willing to actually live like this and fight for the oppressed people of Narnian ? not that he wasn?t rather oppressed himself, at present - was a point on his side. He hoped so, at least.

Glancing over in the direction of their tied up prisoner, Caspian sighed and shook his head. What to do with Adimon? If the man was telling the truth ? which he certainly looked to be ? and actually had amnesia of a sort, what good was he to them? Caspian knew it would certainly come back to haunt him; the girl who had seemed so wholly in favour of killing their prisoner would only have more to use against him, to make him look foolish. And perhaps the decision to help Miraz?s advisor was foolish, but that didn?t change the fact that Caspian was not a murderous sort of man ? or boy. Nor could he ever imagine himself to be. While Adimon had doubtlessly been spying, or at least attempting to, he had in actuality done them no harm. Besides, who knew when he would remember what was going on? Maybe he could prove useful to them yet.

He was still rather unnerved by that girl?s outburst; her open disdain and dislike for him was bothersome. He knew, deep down, that there had to be more than just her who disliked him because of his parentage. But it was not his fault that he was human, that he was Telmarine. Should he not be judged on his actions; actions that were very much on their side, very much good and noble actions? He wondered if he would ever get away from it. Not likely, but perhaps it would lessen over time. He hoped so.

Glancing around the caves about him, Caspian wished they hadn?t all had to have been so cramped and crowded. With all the supplies ? tents, food, weapons, armour, and whatever else they had managed to save from the storm ? and the varying sizes of the creatures within,

There wasn?t a lot of space for movement. There was also another downside to the crowdedness of the caves ? if anyone fell ill, it would not be long before nearly everyone fell ill. That was a frightening thought indeed.

Leaning against the wall of the cave and staring out at the opposite wall with a frustrated sigh. He wondered how long this storm could last ? by the looks of it, perhaps even a couple of days. There was no doubt that things were going to get bad, for putting that many different creatures in caves together could only end in unnecessary squabbling. He just hoped no injuries came of it.