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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:19 pm
 ☆Contents☆
Character Development - The rest is TBA
☆Credits☆
Dominique d'Aquitaine - Ephemeral Spirit
Trey Bellerose - Syn55
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:12 am
 Kingdom: Avarice
Title: Heiress
Location: Gardens 
She moved around the colorful flowers, careful not to tread on them. The d’Aquitaine Princess didn’t usually have much free time…Or time at all to do things that she enjoyed. Dominique had simply been too busy trying to wipe out the remains of those loyal to the Cambion scum… She needed to secure her power base. Taking over Avarice simply wasn’t enough. There would always be groups that hated what they’d done… And this was why these times were crucial. Why she needed to make alliances…Find friends, where the Cambion had not.
The little god touched woman needed someone, other than her Vice Marshal, to watch her back. As good as Fandral Wolfram was, and by Talaran, he was excellent…He couldn’t be everywhere. There were some functions he couldn’t attend…Some places, he simply couldn’t be. And like it or not, he simply didn’t have the sway she would need to gain acceptance with the other Kingdoms… More importantly—To gain their trust. The eldest royals in the other Kingdoms would remember her family… Would remember the dire bloody civil war that had nearly torn Avarice asunder. Unlike most of the younger generation, their parents would know what came before.
Avarice had been a paradise, in a world of darkness and malcontent. But greed had gotten to some of the best…More specifically, the Malcanthet, sunk her claws into them. She’d moved them like chess pieces behind her fathers back… And when her family finally trusted her implicitly, she’d betrayed them all.
Her eyes darkened to think of it…To think, that she was in the same castle as this woman’s offspring. To know that this Dorian, had worn her title, as if she had a right to… It made her skin crawl. Dominique had been born and bred to rule… She knew politics, and the needs of the Avarian people better than she knew herself. Knew that they’d suffered in silence under the Cambion… And she’d not have it. Never, ever again.
The muse ran her hand through the air—Twirling her pointer finger… Out of nowhere sprung a strange looking, however beautiful flower. It was large, with iridescent petals that sparkled in the light… Small curling vines wound around the sturdy base…Leaves a deep blue sprouting and unfurling like fairy wings. Gold sparkles floated around the middle, leaking out here and there. They faded into nothing as they touched the ground…
Giggling at her construct, she moved away from it, a carpet of little flowers booming in her dainty foot prints before they faded away. Wrought iron sprouted from nothing, and a large metal archway built itself over her head—Forming the perfect trellis for white roses to climb up. Veritas, her ancestor and blood kin, had wonderful gardens…The gardener certainly outdid himself. But Dominique’s imagination needed an outlet… And any garden, could always use another loving hand. By the time she reached the edge of the garden, and towards a small pond—She’d raised decorative trees, and statues… All things that could have not existed, were it not for her divine intervention.
Pleased with her handiwork, she took a seat on a altogether too soft blanket she’d conjured in the middle of colorful flowers and a fountain that gurgled softly, bubbles every so often rising from it. From a patch of flowers that looked like lily’s, came soft music. Now this reminded her of home…Beauty, everywhere. It was heartbreaking to her, to live in a castle that was so full of shades of grey.
The slowly tiring Heiress adjusted her pale pink skirts around her form, wearing a gilded corset that squeezed her already petite waist impossibly smaller. Her gown was as impressive as the landscape that she’d transformed. Seeing a flower that she hadn’t created, she looked at it curiously…Reaching towards it, she drew her hand back when it bared fangs—Only a moment too late.
She hissed as it sank into the soft skin of her hand, and pulled her hand free—A wooden crate suddenly appearing over the offending plant life. Surely, it would die without the sun. Cradling her hand to her chest, she looked down at it…Expression sobering as blood the color of melted gold rose from the wound.
It made her remember the stories, the memories from her mothers of how Avarian fields had been tinged this color during the wars. It made vegetation grow like nothing else… But it was literally the blood of her people. The sign of their divine heritage. Expression growing…Unreadable, red lips pursed into a small frown, the area seemed to darken. The sun was still there, but clouds came…Responding to her mood…
Dominique hoped…Prayed, that all of this was worth it. That her father knew what he was doing… She would never voice her concerns aloud. Her faith in him needed to in infallible.
But she didn’t want to see the last of the d’Aquitaine destroyed…She didn’t want to be the cause of the death of her people. She feared failing. Failing, and devastating everything she’d ever known.
Golden blood dripped through her fingers…Now unnoticed, her lovely form remaining still.
They d’Aquitaine would persevere…They hadn’t waited all this time, for nothing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 3:53 pm
Kingdom: Hubris
Status: Heir
Location: Gardens
Trey’s quarters had grown vapid as the days wore on, and adapting to the four walls of his room had become a tiresome task. Some days weren’t quite as dull as others, but the castle seemed particular quiet on this given day. The other guests remained out of sight for the most part, and he hadn’t even heard from his siblings. It was times like these that made him wish that Veritas would bring another one of his schemes to fruition; at least then he would have something to keep him occupied while he awaited news from his kingdom.
His dark hues settled on his boots as he pulled them on by the straps, smoothing the wrinkles from his slacks as he straightened himself out. He was clad in a light material – something casual but just regal enough for his given title. He knew to dress well, even when the occasion didn’t call for such attire. His long sword was already cleaned and sheathed, waiting for him by his bedside table; he adjusted the hilt against his waist, securing it there as he exited his room.
The hallways were mostly vacant, save the occasional servant who made it their goal to greet the heir appropriately. He didn’t recognize any of them, except one of the regulars who changed his linens frequently – and even then he only knew her by face. He descended the staircase, taking note of the dining hall as he moved past the double doors. He could hear a bit of chatter coming from inside, but he wasn’t really interested in food at the moment. The castle had become a stuffy place to be confined to, and he needed a fresh breath of air – or maybe the training grounds would do him some good.
The warmth of the sun touched his face as soon as he stepped out the backdoors, glancing around the area as he stepped through the perfectly groomed grass. Most would assume that the heir would prefer a darker change of scenery given his roots, but he didn’t mind the garden; it was aesthetically pleasing thanks to the gardener’s work. Everything was kept in perfect condition – appealing in every sense. Something was different today though – something new.
Trey followed the garden around, his eyes taking in an archway that he couldn’t recall being there before. Soft music seemed to play from nowhere in particular as he drew closer, studying the altered appearance of the garden. And there, sitting smack dab in the center of it all was a woman he hadn’t seen before. She seemed to blend perfectly with her surroundings, her beauty only serving to accentuate the greenery. He hadn’t noticed until then, but he couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun as strongly as before. His eyes shifted towards the clouds that blocked the view, raising a brow in a slightly baffled manner before turning back towards the woman.
His interest in her grew a little more as he stepped closer, noticing the hand that she was clutching close to her chest. Was she hurt? ”Evening,” he spoke up once he was just a few feet away from her. A closer look revealed the injury she was nursing, but it was an unusual sight to witness – beautiful even; the small puncture mark didn’t ooze crimson like most individuals – but instead a gold liquid. He was silent for a moment, just marveling the discovery. ”Here,” he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket before reaching out to her. He was well aware of the events that had occurred in Avarice but he had never actually met the d’Aquitaine; he had only heard stories.
”Curious..” his voice was quiet as he looked away from her hand, looking rather surprised by his behavior. ”Forgive me, I’ve just never seen anything like it…which is quite impressive considering the things I’ve seen,” his dad had many lovers in his day, and all of them brought something new to the table - each of them possessing a different lineage. It wasn’t often that he witnessed a species that he hadn’t come across before. ”My name is Trey Bellerose, Heir of Hubris,” he dipped his head out of respect, something that he didn’t display for just anyone, but for some reason he didn’t think that this woman was just anyone.
[OOC: Blech]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:50 am
Kingdom: Avarice
Title: Heiress
Location: Gardens
And that was true, for some…
But Domini craved the love and adoration of those around her, far more than gold. She preferred to act with a neutral hand…But the shift in power forced her personality and preferences to shift into something else. She was calculating and mysterious…Cold and ruthless towards the enemies of the d’Aquitaine empire.
The little princess could not afford to show open weakness in any capacity. Not even in front of her Vice Marshal. She had to be complete, in control, and unfathomably perfect.
She sounds of a harp playing from her flowers drew her attention back to present, and her flawlessly sensual lips formed a soft pout at the pain the little biting orchid had caused her. The Heiress of Avarice didn’t hear anyone coming closer, a folly on her part. She didn’t even hear anything, until a make voice made it’s way to her ears a mere few feet from her. Silently she cursed herself for not paying better attention.
Sapphire orbs seemed to glimmer as they turned towards the voice, the cloud cover that had come in rolling away slowly. The sun slowly peeked out again from behind fluffy white clouds that remained, and the golden nymph gave a doll-like smile. “Good evening...”
He pulled free a handkerchief before anything else, and never one to be rude to someone acting…Kindly without thought… She accepted it. Her eyes lingered on the initials monogrammed in the corner before she pressed it to the back of her hand. The pressure made her wince softly, her entire form seeming to shimmer from the slight pain. “Merci— Thank you, my Lord.”
If it weren’t for the fact that she had been taught through portaints to recognize the members of the other Kingdom’s ruling families…The initials and design of the handkerchief would have told her who this man was. Her proper smile turned soft, secretive and mischievous as the corners of her lips turned upwards when she took in his surprised expression… His words causing her to emit a titillating, womanly chuckle. “Consider yourself forgiven, Prince Trey…I could hardly hold your curiosity against you, after you’ve been so…Kind, as to come to my aide. And to think…It is said that the Sinful Kingdoms have no edict.”
She hadn’t missed the way that he dipped his head in respect, the light catching his hair just so. The little muse did the same, eyes closing for a scant moment as she did so… Customs between kingdoms were also something she had been well schooled in. As the Heiress of her own Kingdom…She was an equal, to any other Heir…She bowed or rose for no one, unless they were already formally crowned. “I am Dominique Arielle d’Aquitaine…Heiress of Avarice.”
“And to satiate your curiosity… I am a muse. God touched…”, Dominiqe explained lightly, her yellow-gold curls seeming to frame her heart shaped face just so… As if the half up, half down hairstyle she wore had been made for her. The d’Aquitaine women spent a good portion of the morning dressing…Often they rose before the sun, so as not to be late to court. The most obvious canvas for their art, was their own person… So no detail was left untouched on the delicate heiress. No hair out of place, her rose colored gown made of only the finest silk… Her eyes were decorated with silvery gold colorings that made them, if possible seem larger, and more blue than humanly possible. “My family’s bloodline is very old…And they live, a terribly long time… We bleed gold, because we are children of the God Talaran Aquinas…”
If Trey knew anything about the history of the realm, which was debatable, he would know the name ‘Aquinas’. It was also the family name of Veritas, the God King which now housed them… “My surname d’Aquitaine pays homage to that.”
Her expression became softer then, beguiling as she raised her injured hand to him, the handkerchief wrapped around it… But her small fingers didn’t allow her to secure it one handed. It was a patented expression that willed any man within viewing distance, to take the sadness from her—And obey her wish. Even one so small…“Would you mind terribly, assisting me in tying this?”
From the brush came a deep, feline growl…It was one of warning. Her animal companion, Axella had been lurking for the better part of an hour… The white tiger didn’t like her mistress being so far away. Coming free of the flowers, the large cats tail twitched this way and that…Annoyed. Axella moved gracefully, but lazily, curling up on the far side of the fur that Dominique had conjured in the grass. Her gold flecked eyes followed Trey, staring at him indiscernibly before her eyes closed… Quite akin to a house cap napping in the afternoon sun.
A house cat that could claw one’s liver out, without much trouble. But… A house cat nonetheless.
“Sit…Enjoy the warmth and scenery with me, won’t you?”, she questioned Trey lightly, gesturing with her free hand to the empty space beside her. The low table that sat near suddenly gained another teacup and a tray of delectable looking sweets. “You’ll have to excuse Axella…She isn’t terribly trusting of men…”
Or trusting of anyone for that matter. She didn’t bother explaining that the tiger wouldn’t bite…Because that would have been a lie.
“I’ve met your brother…Prince Richard?”
“It was my first day here…He seemed quite…”, Dominique trailed off, her lovely head tilting as she seemed to search for the right wording… There were many, many words to describe Richard Bellerose… And her not quite innocent smirk would tell Trey what she was really thinking.
“Chivalrous.”
The beautiful woman didn’t know exactly… What side of the fence Trey Bellerose stood on. So she knew that she would need to tread lightly... But the actions of this Prince made her curious. Though idealistically, every royal would stop at the sight of a bleeding woman…The reality, was that many wouldn’t have. Trey was officially, a point of interest.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:38 pm
Kingdom: Hubris
Status: Heir
Location: Gardens
Trey remained silent for a moment as the woman’s eyes shifted in his direction, seemingly dismissing the clouds in that very moment. His obsidian hues moved to study the open sky, looking at the patches of blue and white curiously; he could only assume that it was her doing, since it seemed to be cued by her emotions. The darker clouds lingered when she was injured, and plainly upset, but they disappeared as soon as her smile returned – or at least that was what he had gathered; he could be wrong altogether.
Returning his gaze to her form, he gave her a small nod in response ”My pleasure,” he nodded his head, watching her staunch the golden liquid with his handkerchief. It was truly a sight to behold – not just the injury, but the lady herself was quite stunning, obviously not just a mere human from the looks of it. But Trey wouldn’t voice his thoughts so openly; much less after just recently meeting her. He knew nothing about her except the things that he had silently guessed at. He was curious, of course, but he would only ask what was permitted without violating her boundaries. That much he knew of manners.
He stifled a quiet laugh at her next statement, a small grin spreading across his lips slowly. ”Some might say that, but I’d like to think otherwise,” he watched carefully as she followed suit, dipping her head down in mutual respect. His curiosity was being fed ever so gradually, and his next question was answered before he could even speak it. The heiress of Avarice. He had heard of the d’Aquitaine – anybody who hadn’t was a fool – but Trey held a good amount of knowledge when it came to the other kingdoms. He had heard rumors of the Cambion being overthrown, and the d’Aquitaine taking hold of the reigns again; the reigns which had rightly belonged to them originally. That meant that Dorian no longer held her previous title – it had been stripped from her. What would become of the previous heiress? ”A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Dominique,” he watched her for a moment, letting her title sink in. The irony of their meeting didn’t cease to amuse him.
”A muse you say? That explains a lot,” he nodded, his eyes flitting towards her injured hand for only a split second. ”I’ve never had the pleasure of coming across someone with such an intriguing lineage. The closest I’ve been to a God is our host – Veritas, though he doesn’t make himself known often,” he didn’t know much of the man, so the fact that there might have been any relation between him and the heiress didn’t seem to click immediately. ”Even as a child I heard stories of the d’Aquitaine and their trials. You’ve solidified the rumors for me – the d’Aquitaine has returned to the throne. Curious that both the new and previous heiress reside under the same roof,” and that he had come across both of them.
He studied the muse as she extended her injured hand towards him, requesting his help. ”Of course,” he moved towards her vacant side, pausing for a moment as he heard a quiet growl – a large feline emerging from the greenery. It was an intimidating creature to say the least but Trey was perfectly still, staring right back at the tiger as he registered her warning. He watched as the beast lay down at Dominique’s opposite side, mirroring the action by sitting down as well. ”Thank you,” he smiled at her offering, watching as she summoned forth another cup of tea and few treats. ”It’s quite alright, I don’t blame her for being protective of you,” he reached up carefully, taking Dominque’s hand lightly to grasp the handkerchief. He knotted the corners of the fabric gingerly, careful not to hurt her as he tied it off. Even as he did this, he could see the metallic substance that stained the cloth. ”There you go,” he told her as he released her hand, looking up at her once again.
”My brother?” He couldn’t help but laugh quietly at her change of expression – almost positive that her thoughts didn’t mirror her words. ”That’s one way to describe him,” he nodded, the grin returning to his lips. ”To be quite frank, he loves women, so I’m sure he was thrilled by your arrival,” his brother was much more open about flirting, but he found that quality to be quite amusing. ”I’m assuming you haven’t met my sister then? She’s a bit of a handful..” he sighed quietly, shaking his head momentarily.
He looked over at the cup of tea that she had brought forth for him, grasping the small platter that it was on carefully. ”You have a very interesting set of abilities,” he smiled, looking down into the liquid before he took a sip. ”The sky…was that you as well?” He asked curiously, looking up from the fine china in his hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 5:43 am
Kingdom: Avarice
Title: Heiress
Location: Gardens
But time waited for no one—She needed to be flawless now. Now, while all the Kingdoms were watching.
The smile that she gave to Trey was soft and smooth. The epitome of the demure, beguiling princess. Her blood colored lips curved just so, the kiss of her mouth showing…It left her with an almost doll-like appearance. Innocent, and yet entirely guilty of all things… “No…Truly the pleasure is all mine your Grace…”
“As would I.”, the golden haired nymph replied, in regards to the thoughts on the manners of the black kingdoms. Brilliant, crystalline blue orbs watched him with interest as she spoke her name…Looking for recognition, or apprehension. Any small facial tick that might give away his thoughts…Whatever it was, he had a wonderful face for playing cups. It gave very little away. “It is a delight to meet you as well.”
Her head tilted slightly, curiously, when he stated that her being a muse explained a lot…Though as his eyes moved to her hand and she chuckled softly, darker lashes fluttering against pale cheeks for a moment. “I have heard that our host can be…Difficult. As a relation…You would think that I could give you a more detailed report… But until recently, my family and many of my people have been in hiding.”
She grew interested when he stated that he’d heard stories of the d’Aquitaine as a child…In her own eyes, the history of her family wasn’t at all fit for a child’s ears…But perhaps it had changed through the ages. Tales of old were often romanticized or made gentler to appeal to the current day. “I’m glad to provide you with proof…It seems that proof is something all of the Kingdoms will require. I only wish that a bit of blood would work for them, as well as it has for you.”
The sky darkened at the mention of the former heiress of Avarice…The demon spawn of the usurper. Her eyes seemed to shift and change as they landed on some invisible point…Watching the limbs of the willow tree wave in the wind, her own spun gold hair stirring in the warm breeze. “Curious? I suppose… I prefer more to think of it as…Strategic.”
“The Malcanthet and her Lord…The last that I heard from my Father, are both set to be put to death. I was sent here primarily because of an attempted assassination… And the secondary reason, would be to assess the former heir and her court.”, Dominique spoke softly…Only stating things that she could care less, if Dorian discovered. The seemingly sweet muse couldn’t wait for the raven to arrive that would announce the beheading of the succubus Queen… Let Dorian feel watched…Threatened—Abused as her family had. As her people had. “The sins of the parents are reflected in the children…Treason is in their blood… And treason is a weed, that must be destroyed at the root.”
“I’m sure you understand.”, Dominique trailed off quietly as he tied the handkerchief about her wounded hand. There was no joy in her tone…It was cold, clinical. It was the voice of a little queen, that knew how to play politics very well.
Her wound would heal soon enough… But not before the cloth was ruined. She would have to send something to this Heir of Hubris in return for ruining what was his. She shifted her copious skirts as he took a seat beside her, reaching with her free hand to brush the back of her hand across Axella’s soft fur. The large feline purred in response. He tied the bandage, touch efficient and mild. “Merci…”
The tea she’d summoned was already hot, mixed with honey—And she reached for a strange shaped sweet, delicately handing it to the Prince for him to try… “Interesting…That you and your brother both reacted about the same to her…”
Her expression suddenly fell into what would have been a childish pout—That is, if she weren’t very much so a woman. “It’s a little disappointing. I expected to make at least –someone- run away screaming.”
She laughed aloud, the sound akin to silver bells when he described his brother. “He seemed thrilled. I think we agreed to a tour or brunch at some time.”
Her head shook negatively as she took a sip of her own tea, the delicate fingers of her good hand arched just so. “No…I’ve not met your sister yet. But I’m sure she’s just as intriguing as her brothers.” Oh… She’d heard rumors about the little Hubris Princess… And it rather made Domini want to meet her. She seemed endlessly entertaining.
He commented on her abilities and she paused, offering him another one of her patented smiles. “To my embarrassment… Yes. The sky is my doing. My people are incredibly long lived and to them…I’m still a child. I’m deeply connected to the world around me… Just as my ancestors were. As a muse…We usually strive to create beauty where ever we go…But at heart, we are simple creationists… We create… And sometimes, we create without intention.”
To prove her point, she waved her hand in the air and a perfect rainbow arched over the garden for a few moments, before it faded away. Bringing it back, butterflies flickered into existence and fluttered off...She would never admit, that while using her ability in the garden most of the day, she wouldn't attempt much larger than parlor tricks without reason... It wasn't as effortless, as she made it seem. “With the proper inspiration... All things are possible.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 3:21 pm
Kingdom: Hubris
Status: Heir
Location: Gardens
Trey mirrored her smile with one of his own, though he was almost positive that he couldn’t match the enthralling quality of her features. At the very least he could veil his thoughts quite soundly instead of ogling at the lady as many in the castle undoubtedly would. He brought the teacup back to his lips to take another sip, enjoying the quality of the drink; it wasn’t often that he enjoyed what the gardens had to offer, much less with such intriguing company.
Glimpsing back in her direction, an indistinct smirk crossed his lips as she acknowledged their host as a ‘difficult’ man; though what really captured his attention was the mention of her relationship with the god. ”Yes, he quite enjoys toying with his guests, but I suppose I should be accustomed to his impish behavior by now,” he laughed quietly, setting the small platter down nearby. ”So you are related then? A mystery even to his family,” he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone truly knew the old man on a personal level. ”It must be a relief to no longer have to hide,” he couldn’t imagine having his title pilfered by an imposter, easily gaining a sense of the resentment that her people must have harbored against their enemies.
His eyes once again wandered to the cloth around her palm, if only for a split second. ”Yes, you’ll probably need a bit more evidence but I’m certain you’ll overcome such an obstacle,” that metallic substance wouldn’t work to convince everyone but she seemed intelligent enough to find ways around it, and surely she had the support of her people.
His dark hues flitted upwards, studying the angry skies with interest. It was very apparent that he had struck a nerve with the topic of the cambion; he couldn’t hold such bitterness against her however. It was only natural that the subject stir up negative sentiments in the heiress. He looked back in her direction then, taking note of the change in her eyes.
”I see, so it is expected that their children will suffer the same fate,” he knew well what treason meant for the former heiress and her brother. It was punishable by death and they would be reprimanded just as the Malcanthet and her lord were to be. It was odd to think that a few weeks ago he had so casually conversed with Dorian in the same manner that he was speaking to Dominique. He knew it was probably the last conversation that he would have with her but he wouldn’t intervene. It didn’t involve his kingdom and he didn’t look kindly upon treason. If he were to be associated with such people, he would surely suffer the consequences and as an heir he couldn’t have that. Some would consider it frigid of him but it was how he was raised, and any of his siblings would do the same. There ties to the former family were entirely severed (as if there were any ties to begin with).
”Of course, my family would do the same,” he nodded, making eye contact with her before leaning back against his arms. ”They must’ve known the consequences from the start, and that those same consequences applied to their children. You are only doing what is right for your kingdom, as any good heiress would do,” he smiled reassuringly, displaying adamantly that he did indeed understand.
Carefully, he took the treat that she offered him, biting the corner off to taste it. ”Thank you…these are quite good – a personal recipe?” He asked, washing it down with the tea she had served him. He glanced over at the large beast at Dominique’s side before catching the childish pout that was painted across her features. ”I’m sorry to disappoint,” he laughed ”I doubt that your feline friend would have taken kindly to me running away, it might cue her to attack,” that, and it wouldn’t be very suave of him to scurry off like a frightened mouse. That just simply wouldn’t do.
”He’s a good man, just a bit of a flirt,” he thought well of all his siblings, even if they were a little rough around the edges; it was just a Bellerose trait. Once you got past the exterior, you were sure to find something worth searching for. ”Ah yes, Sara is quite a little princess, but there is never a dull moment with her,” some of the others found her behavior to be a bit crude but at least she was honest. ”As long as you stay on her good side she won’t blow out your eardrums,” he grinned, recalling the many times he thought he had gone deaf.
”Nothing to be ashamed of, I think it is absolutely fascinating what you do,” he nodded, glancing up as she summoned a rainbow out of thin air, segued by a few butterflies. ”It’s quite a gift you’ve been blessed with, not everyone has the fortune of being granted powers,” he had never seen anything like it. ”Thank you for demonstrating,” he nodded, looking back in her direction.
[[OOC: So sorry for the wait crying Merry Christmas dear!]]
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