storybroken | [ event: Flashback ]

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[ event: Flashback ]

Once upon a time, the people of Storybrooke were once the characters from the fairy tales we all grew up with. Then the curse hit and everyone was trapped without their memories in the town we know quite well already.

We all know that story, of course, but what about before the curse? Well, that's where this post comes in. There are untold stories from before the curse that we would like to investigate and these flashbacks posts are where you tell them. Post with your character (with a location or plot idea if you wish) and tag others, as long as they are in their fairy tale forms (sorry Henry and Emma players). We ask that you warn for spoilers in your subject line if you intend to use knowledge gained from tonight's episode in your scenario. Thank you!

Remember, everyone, play nice and have fun.

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[ Robin hides his smile to the reaction. Oh, what a pair they apparently make. ]

Do you travel much?

[ Her body relaxes and she begins to walk again, nearing the cave. ]

Traveling has become my life.

[ Relaxed is good, and what he aims for. No reason to set this helpful young woman on edge; as much as he loves to pry and cause trouble, that sort of trickery usually isn't his sort. He catches up with her again, allowing a friendly expression to be seen. ]

You don't say? That's always an adventurous way to live.

[ She does catch sigh of the friendly expression, and she offers a small smile in return. ]

Adventurous is putting it lightly, I think. You sound as though you're familiar with such a lifestyle.

As I said, I've been traveling for a while. Ever since I was sixteen or so. [ Says the man who looks like he could be no older than twenty-two, if that. ]

Seems like you have me beat on experience.

[ They've arrived to the cave now, and the opening is large enough that it's not necessary for them to duck inside. It's a modest sized hole in the wall, and Snow has to subtly kick her pack deeper into the cave in hopes of keeping her gathered wealth safe. ]

Cozy, isn't it? [ The gathered firewood is dropped off to the side of the fire which has long since gone out. ]

Really? I wouldn't have guessed.

[ He hears the sound of the pack scrape, but says nothing on it. Instead he places his small collection next to Snow's pile and gives it a look. ]

It would be cozier if we could get this started again. You have any tinder?

[ At his question, she goes to her pack where she rummages through before procuring a large pouch filled with wood splinters, dried grass and pine needles. ]

Here you go.

[ He smiles in thanks and takes it, kneeling down to the remains. It doesn't take him long to get the fire started, crackling softly and filling the cave with smells of slow-burning. ]

Well, that's better, don't you think?

Much better. It's been a harsh winter and I suspect it'll only get worse.

[ She lowers herself down next to the fire, huddling in close to let the warmth seep into her. ]

Is it your first time to visit the Lakesee Kingdom?

[ Robin bundles his cloak around himself, allowing that to warm while he sneaks his hands out to do the same. ]

My second, actually. However, I didn't come nearly as far into the forest last time.

I have to say, you did wander off a ways away from the path. I'm sure it doesn't help that the roads have been snowed over and everything looks the same.

[ Snow holds her hands out to the fire, and once the heat seeps last her gloves and she can actually feel her fingers, she brings her hands beneath her hood to press against her cheeks. ]

[ He gives a small, selfdepriciating laugh. ]

I'm usually a better tracker than this, but I think the foreign forests have thrown me off. [ Which isn't true at all. It fits his story, however, and he'll stick with it. ] How far are we from civilization, would you say?

Oh, a ways away. [ And something in her voice hints that it doesn't bother her in the slightest. ]

Only the rare carriage passes through these parts of the forest, though none have come through since the start of the winter.

Lucky me. I suppose that means waiting for another carriage to pass by is out of the question.

You wouldn't want to seek help from those carriages, anyways.

[ She tries her best to hide the spite in her words, but there's still a bit of an edge in her tone. ]

[ Sorry, Snow, a statement like that isn't getting off so easily. ]

Why is that?

Most of the carriages belong to the Queen of a nearby kingdom, and she would hardly go out of her way to help a wayward traveler.

[ She hopes that the answer will suffice, and grabs a twig from their pile of firewood to idly poke at the flames. ]

[ Robin ducks his head to hide the smile. That sounds like the perfect sort of road for his men to target, which means they may end up waiting for him there, yet he knows they wouldn't go after a foreign ruler so foolishly. Still, it may prove useful. ]

That seems to be the way with most royalty.

Most, but not all. [ Against her will, her thoughts immediately stray to a particular Prince, his almost-smug smile haunting her thoughts.

She gives the flames a particularly hard stab. ]

I take it that you've had some unpleasant experiences with royals?

You could say that. [ Similarly, his thought stray the same direction, toward James and their memorable first meeting. ]

My kingdom is currently at war. Our king is out there fighting, while his brother reigns in his stead. [ He shakes his head. ] Though 'reign' may be giving him entirely far too much credit.

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ And she genuinely is. It's shameful, but sometimes she is so wrapped up in her own problems that she forgets that there is a world out there with people scourging to live each day, as well. ]

Don't be. We manage. It's just that... as you may imagine, we do so without help of our leaders.

[ Snow nods, because she knows exactly what he means. ] It's ridiculous how the most unqualified individuals are bestowed the power of reign. It seems like the times of kind and capable leaders are but a distant memory.

The King isn't nearly so bad. [ He glances up, the firelight framing his face as he smiles. Hopefully the casting shadows are enough to keep his features indistinguishable. ] He's a great man. His brother, on the other hand...

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