Quest for the Impossible

[AvengerSpirit]

"She's going to die!" A male protested loudly amidst the throng of people.

"It doesn't matter. She came from the outside." Commander Heed boomed. His word was law only over powered by the queen herself.

The queen was the only one who could transform into a majestic dragon. When she died, she was reborn into another body to live again. But a even more rare dragon then the queen herself was the white dragon.

For the first time in the secret society of the changers had an outsider, who stumbled into their world, have a white dragon form (though they didn't know that.)

"We killer her now and get rid of her. She'll never survive the transformation anyway. Her body isn't compliable like ours is." Heed responded easily.

"Our Lady could bone her with it." Marcus protested.

"The queen would never allow an outsider to bond with dragon blood." Like the common people, Heed didn't have a dragon form. Marcus had lived under the purple dragon queen for six years now. His own mother decided it would be good for him to learn ruling before he took over the throne of the blue dragons when he took a mate. Because he hadn't chosen a mate yet he was still allowed to stay in the purple queen's territory for another year.

Heed's words made Marcus pause for just a second. "Have you looked at her!" He shouted. "She's fragile, barely able to stand, can't eat. There's no way she could have killed a dragon."

"All of that is because of the dragon blood she took."

Marcus about to go off again on the man felt a tender hand on his shoulder. Turning, the local seer was standing behind him; a woman of fifties that stood just below Heed in power.
"I have seen the truth you battle over." Heed, Marcus and the villagers gathered around looked to her, waiting on the truth that could lead to the human girl's death or prolonged suffering. "Come, I will tell all in good time." She lead them to the large bon fire and sat at the highest log, the others filled into their places by rank.

"This girl who came to our lands trough the barrier from the human world is very much one of our own," there were gasps throughout the crowd. "One of the rogue dragons thrown out of the dragon lands found her. Sensing the dragon in her, believed she was a rogue like him. She was terrified when he transformed in front of her. She tried running and he realized she wasn't a dragon changer with only a human form. He flew after her, and bit her. There is a mark on her shoulder her clothing hides it. However, dragon saliva dropped into the bit awakening her dormant blood."

The woman fell silent as everyone took in the news. "She might have been apart of the weak children left on the other side of the barrier. However, that seems that theory is deemed untrue. If she has the DNA to turn into a dragon, then she is of a royal blood, and the royal line does not give up their weaker children, like the common people are forced to. The dragon that activated her blood was a yellow. To transform, he was an exiled royalty. The yellow rulers are known to throw out their young after coming of age because they don't believe they are fit to take the throne.

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[AvengerSpirit]

"So which royal line does she come from?" Someone yelled out. "I cannot tell you what line she is from. When she changes she will find out."

"So she's going to live?" Marcus asked standing up. The woman inclined her head to him. Smiling, he ran from the gathering to his two-room cottage a few feet from the queen's house. The two-story Victorian style house loomed over the whole village.

Marcus strode into his home and straight to the guest bedroom he mainly used for storage. One half of the room was lined with boxes. The only window in the room had a single mattress on the wooden frame underneath it. The girl of the argument was lying on the mattress, a thin sheet over top of her.

Sitting down in a chair beside the bed, Marcus watched her face. Dark brown locks framed an ivory skinned face. Rose-colored lips parted slightly as the girl took in a rugged breath. Each intake of air was more painful then the last. Marcus remembered his first transformation into a dragon, as painful as it was, this by far hand to be ten times worse.

"You have to fight. We're all strong, naturally so. While raised differently, our strength still courses through your blood." He wondered if the strength he spoke of was only coming with the bonding of her dragon DNA or if she already had it. "It won't be long until you can become a beautiful dragon like me." The words filled him with pride.

Her breath hitched highly before it stopped. Marcus jumped up from the chair and started CPR. Dragons didn't cry, but he felt dangerously close to doing so.

Come my child. Bring me the future dragon female.

The voice echoed through his mind, the voice of the queen. Picking up the girl, bridal style, and running to the manor house beside his. Having been sent by a royal family to train under the queen he knew where in the house the queen kept her private quarters.
Bounding up the steps and to the right, Marcus came to the purple queen's room. A darkly lit room with three regular windows, a bay window book shelves lined the walls and a four poser bed in the dead center. The queen was standing in one corner, a table cleared of everything on it except a thin gray blanket.

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[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus set the girl down on the table and stepped away. The queen moved in, and wrapped the frail girl completely up into the blanket. Mumbling a few words in the dragon tongue, a light spread from the queen's long fingers and through the blanket to the girl.
The light faded after a few minutes and the queen pulled back the blanket. Moving forward on instincts, he breathed in a deep breath as white scales shone under the skin.

"She has been bonded with her dragon blood, my prince. A rare white dragon. You plan to take her as your mate." It was a simple statement, but the queen knew his mind. What he would have said had she not stopped breathing.

Marcus nodded. "Yes, my Lady. I plan to take her as my mate if she will allow me."
"Take her to your house until she awakes. We will have a feast in honor of this." The, this being Marcus having fond his mate and the return of a long thought dead breed of dragons.
Marcus returned back to his cottage and put the girl on the spare bed. It barely took an hour before she started waking up.

A low groaning sound filled the air, catching Marcus's attention. The girl's eyes opened to reveal a pale green.

"Ah, you are finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"It hurts…" It took her a moment to get her words out, her voice as clear as a bell despite the obvious pain.

"It'll decrease in time. My name is Marcus."

"Britannia."


Three nights later after all the feasting and celebrating the purple queen stood among her people to tell the news.

"My people, for the past three nights, we have been celebrating the return of a white dragon. Not only that but Marcus our dear blue dragon prince who has lived among us for six years has taken a mate; our new white dragon, Britannia."

Cheers went up all around. Marcus smiled and placed his hand over Britannia's. She turned and smiled up at him.

"So what do we do first?"

"We go to my homeland, then we see if we can find any more white dragons."


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[AvengerSpirit]

Rules:

This is in advanced section for a reason, please don't make me remind you(this covers most of the rules)
Cuse, I don't care
Anime pictures only
More then one character is very welcome
Need a decently even amount of males and females here
No godmodding
Questions pm me
Please remember royal dragons only have dragon form, you do not have to be them. You can be a common person too who doesn't have a dragon form.
Also, colors of the dragons are as follows: black, red, green, blue, yellow, and purple. If you wish to be one of the whites the characters are looking for, pm me before hand. Also, try not to use someone else's dragon pictures, okay.
Thank you and have fun.

[AvengerSpirit]

Character Profile

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race/Color: (human, common person, or dragon/royal color)
Height:
Weight:
Personality:
Bio:
Appearance:
Dragon Appearance: (only for the dragon royalty.)





Active Characters and their players

White Dragon(s) :
1.) Britannia - AvengerSpirit
2.) Urlis - Coga
3.) Joahrean - Yuuki_Rin_Morra

Blue Dragon(s) :
1.) Marcus - AvengerSpirit
2.) Alexandir - Astareal

Yellow Dragon(s) :
1.) Orla - Guendolem_Sama
2.) Ohiko - Glyph Bellchime

Black Dragon(s) :
1.) Gavril - Astareal
2.) Vain - G.J

Red Dragon(s) :
1.) Jasna - elizaTrickster

Purple Dragon(s) :
1.) Kleio - G.J.
2.) Arianna - 7000dominos

Green Dragon(s) :
1.) Ryu - Coga
2.) Grendal - Coga

Orange Dragon(s) :
1.) Apollo - Wolfgang_Hype

Commoner(s) :
1.) Feabie - Glyph Bellchime
2.) Mimori - Coga
3.) Narina - Yuuki_Rin_Morra
4.) Arander - Yuuki_Rin_Morra

[AvengerSpirit]

Name: Britannia
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race/Color: Dragon/white
Height: 5 ft. 3 inches
Weight: 100 pounds
Personality: Shy, doesn't know how to open up to people because in this new world she doesn't know who to trust. Understands other people, at least from where they're coming from, more then herself.
Bio: Britannia didn't know she was adopted until she crossed over a barrier on accident. It all had started on one of her normal walks through her back yard, which included the ten miles of woods. In the woods, a yellow dragon bit her and activated her dormant dragon blood she didn't know she had. Walking home from school, the back way, through the woods, she started getting pains that she couldn't fight back against. The scenery changed and she was standing in a village full of people who were dressed like those in the 1800s. Passing out, the next time she awoke was to see Marcus leaning over her and bonded with her dragon blood. Excepting her fate, believing destiny was in control not her, she went with everything agreeing to be Marcus's mate.
Appearance:http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/BlackRoseThorn/Females/1.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/BlackRoseThorn/Misc/WhiteDragon.jpg




Name: Marcus
Age: 19
Gender: male
Race/Color: Dragon, blue
Height: 5 ft. 11 inches
Weight: 180 pounds
Personality: Stands up for what he believes in. He doesn't back down from any challenge even if he could lose. But he's kind to those he respects.
Bio: Born into the royal blue dragon line, Marcus was destined for the throne before any of his other siblings who came after him. His mother wanting him to be a wise ruler sent him to the purple queen at the age of thirteen to study under her until he had found himself a good mate. He was supposed to chose at the age of eighteen but he pushed it off and stayed training among the purple queen's people until one day a girl stumbled into the village across the barrier they had put up to keep the other world away from them. No human could come through. He sensed the dragon blood in her, rather his dragon half sensed it. He responded, fighting to keep her alive, as her body tried to bond. When she awoke, he asked if she would be his mate, and she agreed. A white and blue dragon together.
Appearance: http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/BlackRoseThorn/Males/Knast_Setsuna.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f327/BlackRoseThorn/Misc/BlueDragon.jpg

[Guendolen_Sama]

Name: Orla Tulay
Age: 21
Gender: female
Race/Color: dragon/yellow
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 118
Personality: Orla is a person of more than one layer. On the surface, she is the proper court lady- well dressed, demure, polite. Seeing to the needs of the queen and her supporters and guests. But beneath that polite veneer is a girl who would like to shed the excessive trappings of politics and live her own life. She gets frustrated with the fine clothes and jewels she must wear all the time, the waiting for possible machinations and schemes. Especially the looming notion of a cold political mating. Very few know Orla feels this way. She’s gotten very good at hiding these thoughts. She’s had to be, to last. After all, such is the way of things. Orla may want more independence, but she’s pragmatic enough to realize it’s not likely to happen, and thus deals with the situation as best she can as it is.
Bio: Orla was born in the line of the yellow dragons; not royalty, but nobility. It was customary in such instances for children to be fostered out at young ages; the boys, to learn to rule, and the girls, to learn to be good wives and mates. To understand the workings of politics to stand alongside he who chose them, that is. Orla was no exception. She ended up being sent to the court of the queen of the purple dragons, where she became one of the ladies in waiting there. As yet, no one has chosen her as a mate; hence, why she is still at the court and at her age. Unusual, yes, but sometimes something that does happen. Orla herself feels some measure of relief at this, in all honesty. She doesn’t want to be a partner simply for a political alliance. Yes, she knows this will likely be her ultimate fate, but she would like to be chosen for herself, not for colder reasoning. Hence, she continues at court as best she can, watching, waiting, and seeing what transpires. Oh, yes, and her family has this odd quirk where one of their members occasionally is born with slightly pointed ears. Not everyone, but some of them. No one knows why, or who. Orla is one of those. Maybe that’s why she hasn’t been chosen yet- the quirk makes her a bit of an oddity.
Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/blonde%20anime%20girl/Radiotrashrocket/Favorite%20Anime/12803030.jpg?o=141
Dragon Appearance: http://media.photobucket.com/image/yellow%20dragon/DeviantDeva/Dragons/YellowDragon.jpg?o=67

[G.J]

((I like what makes up this roleplay so far. It's interesting and sounds like fun. I'll join but I regret I might not be able to post up a character soon. I'll be gone until Saturday, unless I manage to get on tonight considering I need to get off now. So I'm awaring you so you know I'll be joining soon enough. :) ))

[7000dominos]

((Sure, I'l play if I can reserve a spot as a female dragon.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(The GM is gone right now, but I'm acting as a sort of unofficial recruitment proxy in her absence. I'm sure that's all right. Glad to see you interested! :))

[Astareal]

Name: Gavril Nagarian
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Royal prince, Black Dragons
Height: 6"1
Weight: Approx 185-190lbs
Personality: Gavril lives a secluded life, away from the prying eyes of the nobility that fawn over his family. Appearing jovial at court, polite, charming and a general good host this is in fact a facade. Coming across as the simple pampered prince, it is hard to find the true man under the hard outer shell of false happiness. A typical Narcissist, he appears to make friends extremely easily, only to drive them away after a short period of time. Gavril himself, for all intents and purposes to those of the court, a complete mystery
Bio: Amongst the Noir, it has always been tradition that the eldest son should inherit the estates, with provision being made for siblings. Ever since he was young, Gavril has known that one day he would have to rule the lands of his ancestors. This weight, with the added sorrow of his fathers illness have caused his Mother, the Queen Sophia to often overlook his many social transgressions much to the chagrin of his older sister, the prodigious Eliza. Though the siblings do love each other, Eliza has considered her brother weak and spoilt their whole lives and considers it her task to expand on her brothers faults so seemingly overlooked by her mother. While Gavril governs the campaign to the North, Eliza manages internal affairs of state.

Once a happy child, though constant victim to his sisters sadistic whims his attitude took a sudden nosedive at the age of thirteen. With his Father's condition rapidly deteriorating and the proud King unable to fight in the ongoing war with the Wyvern taming Legarian nation to the north tradition dictated that as the oldest son, Gavril should lead the brigades.

War, family strife, and the pressure of being the apparent heir to the Nagarian family (and subsequently the domain of the noir blood) have played heavily in Gavril's mind for the last seven years. Now a social recluse except for court functions, a heavy drinker and a ruthless tactician some of the nobility wonder aloud if he is in fact completely sane. The most daring amongst them even whisper that perhaps his sister may be best suited for the throne after all.
Appearance:the Prince (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d107/Astareal8290/Prince_of_Darkness_by_xpengux.jpg)
Dragon Appearance:Powerful Dragon form at war (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d107/Astareal8290/black_dragon_attack_by_el_grimlock.jpg)

Name: Alexandir Tilienne
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Dragon/Blue
Height: 6"
Weight: 170 lbs
Personality: Alexdir is almost unfailingly polite, raised in a noble family of un-notable qualities and distantly related to the Royal Family he has always tried to further his social standing in order to increase the standing of his family in turn. Usually honest, courteous and quick witted he is well liked at court.
Bio: raised in a noble family of un-notable qualities and distantly related to the Royal Family he has always tried to further his social standing in order to increase the standing of his family in turn. He was chosen by the Queen as Marcus' playmate when the two were little, the Queen believing that the hard working Alexandir would have a positive effect on her son. The two have become good friends over the years. With Alexandir eventually being promoted to the position of Royal Advisor (Mainly to the Prince, though on occasion his opinion has been asked by the King and Queen themselves) Alexandir makes up for his slim frame by being a diligent student and able practitioner of magics.
Appearance:Human Form (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d107/Astareal8290/08ad27d4bed10841.jpg)
Dragon Appearance: Dragon Form (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d107/Astareal8290/Turquoise_Dragon.png)

[7000dominos]

((Well, I'm doing it anyway. I can always delete or alter my profile if I need to.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Trust me, you'll be accepted. This isn't one of those roleplays you have to ask permission to join. I vouched for you, after all. I have ever expectation of you being just fine.)

[Doc Rocco]

((This looks appealing. I'm definitely in. I'll write up a profile when I get the chance. Along with the hundred other things I must do. But yes. It looks like it could be a great RP.))

[elizaTrickster]

((Hi there! Editing as I go!))

Name: Jasna Crvach
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Red Dragon
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 120
Personality: Jasna is harsh and a fierce competitor. If the land were divided between good and evil, she would fall in the dead middle. Her practicality is often the only thing that keeps her temper at bay. Try and cross her. Do it.

Bio: Jasna is from a lesser vein of royalty. Her family only presided over a small barony on the outskirts of life. Her kingdom is in the mountains, where harsh conditions taught Jasna to survive. Early in her life, after a particularly rough winter, her mother died in childbirth with Jasna's only sibling. A few days after her mother died, her little brother was also taken into the next world. Jasna had to be a rock for her father, a son and a daughter.
Jasna's father never denied anyone a hand (or claw) and was accused of assisting banished dragons find their way. For this, he too was banished from the land. This further embittered Jasna. She ruled as best she could in her father's stead, but the people were beyond consolation. If the powers that be decreed that her father was unjust, she must be too. There was another factor contributing to this: a feel-good religion. One that spake of revolution. After the coup of her homeland, Jasna lost herself to a life of vigilante justice. Jasna killed those who were unjust and protected those who've been wronged. Although she was betrayed by her people, she didn't blame them. She still loved them.
A life such as that sounds all well and good, but Jasna was becoming too well known, and now keeps to the shadows.

Appearance:
http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i57/elizaTrickster/Anime%20World/Red/pride.jpg
Dragon Appearance:
http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg176/watermellonfuzz/Dragons/red-dragon.jpg

[7000dominos]

((Thank you. That said, I'll go 'head and get started on that profile...))

Name: Arianna Willows
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Princess, Purple
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110
Personality: Ari is fairly quiet and reserved, though she has an unexpectedly sharp tongue for her size and appearance. She is generally very amiable, and benevolent, always willing to help a person in need, though her sarcastic streak occasionally breaks through her kinder facade.

Ari loves animals, and is terrified of water.
Bio: Ari learned to talk at the age of ten months, and to walk at the age of 12 (months). She was not born royalty. In fact, she knew nothing of the royal family until she was called on to perform for the king at the age of four. Her parents, nobles at the time, and always reaching for more, eagerly agreed to take their toddler turned child-prodigy to the king, where the girl sang for the king and queen, accompanying herself on the piano, and following the whole thing with a dance. The king and queen, who's son had died only months before, were instantly taken with the little girl, and begin to have her over more and more. When the girl's parents perished in a fire, the king took in the eight year old girl as the princess. It was unorthodox, yes, but the girl was too distraught, and the king and queen to concerned to care. And so it was that Anna Greene became Princess Arianna Willows.

Four years later, she was Ari, Dragon Vagabond. She decided she was tired of the royal life and ran away. She didn't hate her adopted parents, but she couldn't do it anymore, and more than that, she'd been seeing hints her parents were still alive....

Ari now lives in a tiny, secluded cottage deep in the woods, several miles from her parents and their gaurd.

Appearance: http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j284/chadni98/anime%20girls/Adumi01.jpg

Dragon Appearance: http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/kiwiwiki/Dragons/purple.jpg

((I'll edit later. I'm slightly distracted just now...))

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

(This seems interesting... I think I'll join. I'll get to work on my profile and get it up by tomorrow.)

[AvengerSpirit]

((everyone's good so far. Thank you so much. For those who said they'd get their profiles up later, take your time. Thank you Guen for this. Eliza, just get your bio up and you'll be fine. Everyone looks great. Thanks again.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(You're welcome! Everyone does look good, yes. I'm glad I could help!)

[G.J]

Name: Kleio Pendragon
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Dragon, purple
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 126
Personality: Softspoken with a mind of her own. She was never discouraged to rein herself in from her imagaination and free spirit. Strong willed and determined, she has the ability to speak her mind and defend what she believes is right. As quiet as she can be, she can cause quite an up roar. A good and loyal friend to have, it is unheard of for her to go behind your back.
Bio: Kelio was one of two children in her family. She grew up within the riches royalty blood lines could bring, and forth a quiet peaceful life. She learned soon from the start that she prefered the secolate outdoors rather than the inside. From there she isolated herself from the noble court and future mates. She deemed that flying and drowning herself in her intellectual studies were the right path to take. As age takes hold of her, rising in years, she is seeking a way to let loose the ways of her former life and allow something new to be birthed.
Appearance: http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii114/lttlegurl/dragon.jpg
Dragon Appearance: In picture above


Name: Vain Lyinal
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Dragon, black
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 157
Personality: Vain has commonly seen as emotionless and cold. It didn't really matter much considering they were partially true. He grew up under a father's hand who believed showing their emotions was a weakness, therefore he hides most of his emotions, unless he believes he has a reason to trust you. Then and only then he may hinder and reveal what he hides beneath his emotionless face.
Bio: Vain is not direct royalty. Rather he is the son of the nephew of the uncle of the brother of the king. Indirectly he is royal, but even so the royal blood courses through him and with it the blood of the black dragon. His family lives far from the palace of black dragons, and never has he felt reasons to be drawn to the palace either. Rather with his father, his mother, and younger sister. As he had grown up, he had always felt protective over his younger sister. Now as he gets older and his sister more mature and independant he feels the desires to roam and to find new responsibilities.
Appearance: http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l170/Summerdragon/Fire-Elf-By-Eryanigh_2.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r28/jguertt/dragon_by_tahra.jpg

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[Wolfgang Hype]

{(Tag, making up my mind.)}

[7000dominos]

((I am both floored and excited by the brewing possibilities here. This kind of literacy goes beyond flawless spelling and respectable grammar. This is acutally....100% fairly decent writing. I almost feel inadequate. *shudder* I hope this works.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Don't worry. You're right up there with everyone else here. I invited you for a reason, after all! This is going to be fun. We invited all the literates we could think of, pretty much, to take part. This is the result. And not everyone has even submitted yet.)

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Thanks for the invite. I think we may need a list of characters on the front page to keep track of 'em all.

Name: Feabie Louisa Croy
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Commoner / N/A
Height: 4'1"
Weight: 90 lbs.
Personality: Feabie is standing on the precipice of the abyss of adolescence (how's THAT for a metaphor XD). She has one arm reaching toward future womanhood, yet one stubbornly holding onto her mam's faery stories. She is wild and overflowing with energy, finding it hard to sit still for more than two seconds. She loves shirking her chores, and running off with her sisters to the wildflower fields. Feabie knows this isn't what a proper young lady should do, but its not like some noble's son is going to come knocking on her door, so she doesn't give too much thought to marriage or children.
Bio: Though she'll never admit it to her friends, Feabie secretly wishes she was a long-lost princess so she could be a dragon like the nobility. But, alas for her, she is the biological daughter of a woodcutter and a seamstress (her Da is very good with his stitches). She lives in a simple wooden home, the eldest of five siblings.
Appearance: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/Menae_the_Thorn/CountryGirl.jpg
Dragon Appearance: N/A)

[Astareal]

{{Hey G.J I like it! The picture is awesome, how about thanks to your noble blood you've got a low to medium officers position in the war? Also letting you know that the Noir are very formal, it is a country where respect to your superiors is a high priority}}

[AvengerSpirit]

((Thank you for those who have joined so far. Yes, I was planning on making a character list when I had a bit of time to spare. After I get home from school today probably.))

[G.J]

{{Hey G.J I like it! The picture is awesome, how about thanks to your noble blood you've got a low to medium officers position in the war? Also letting you know that the Noir are very formal, it is a country where respect to your superiors is a high priority}}
((Why thank you. ^^ And sure, why not, that sounds good. Okay then. :) ))

[Coga]

Name: Mimori Kokuri
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Human
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 96 lbs
Personality: Shy, quiet, soft spoken.
Bio: Mimori was born with her eyes lacking the ability of sight, but she had could still see, in fact, she always said she saw clearer then most people. She grew up in a small town, kept close to her parents since they feared for their blind daughter's safety. One day however, a bandit group raided the village, and when the leader heard of the mysterious girl who saw visions, he elected to take the girl for his own use. Mimori's parents were not strong warriors, and couldn't face the trained bandit killers, and by the time the guards got there, it was already to late. They gave chase, the guards, but the bandits lost them in the desert outside the city limits. Mimori did not say in custody long though. She had a vision that the bandits would be wiped out by a strong lone dragon, and so the night of her vision she hid herself deep in the bandits' stash of loot. Later that night, a large dragon, the color of night, raided the bandit camp and killed everyone it could find. The next day Mimori emerged, free for the first time, able to go wherever she wanted, not bound by her parents, though she knew that was from love, or any other captors. Mimori became a wondering seer, calling herself Mimi Magica, and all of this before the age of 13.
Appearance: http://i38.tinypic.com/34ef90x.jpg



Name: Urlis Shunrin
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Color: White Dragon
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Personality: Thoughtful, observant, helpful when he can be.
Bio: Urlis was part of a high noble family before the cold time. His family was mostly killed, but he and his sister made it to the other side. In that strange land, Urlis's sister took on a motherly role for her little brother, caring for him and making sure he was well fed, happy, and healthy. But paying so much attention to Urlis, she neglected her own heath, and grew very sick. She became so unwell that they could not travel any longer, and had to set up a shelter while she rested and tried to heal. But it soon became evident that she would not get better, since her health only continued to decrease. As she became aware of her end drawing near, she gave her brother specific instructions. "Little brother, I will die soon. You have not yet realized your true form, and if you are going to find your way back home you must awaken. she told him. She then told him that when she died she would revert to her dragon form, and before burring her he must take one of the spines from her back and craft a sword, and a piece from the membrane of her wings for a shield, so he could protect himself after she was gone. He should also gather the blood from the wing and spine when he removes them, and keep it with him. She said when he was ready he would know what to do with it. It was long after that, that she died, and Urlis did as he was instructed. His sister also told him that burring a dragon body would prove to difficult for him, so he should give her a cremated burial instead, setting fire to her remains and then burring the ashes. When that was out of his way, he continued on his wondering ways, not truly left alone, for his sister still guarded him in the form of the weapons she had instructed him to make.
Not to long after that however, Urlis came in contact with those from the other side. The people were nicer, and more civilized then the jungle and desert environments he had to deal with since crossing over. It wasn't long before he was paired up with a family to take care of the young boy and he quickly put his old life out of his mind. Dragon bone and flesh are able to be shaped, and in order to fit in the blade and shield shaped themselves into a necklace and belt buckle, so Urlis could have them always but they would not be discovered, and his young mind quickly forgot about their true form.
Years later, at Urlis's 18th birthday, he was going threw old things and found the small red vile he had treasured so dearly when he was young. He could remember why, so he opened it up to see what was inside, and spilled some of the red blood on himself. The blood swiftly sank threw into his bloodstream and wakened his dormant dragon powers and lost memories about his old home and old life. When Urlis woke up, nearly two weeks later, he knew he could not say with his new family, but must return to the world he came from. When he did, it was to find out that his people were lost. Urlis kept his identity secret, restricting the use of his dragon powers to only necessary and secret, and traveled around this world that had changed so much since he was young.
Appearance: http://i33.tinypic.com/noslzr.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://www.drachen-herz.com/white-dragon.jpg

((I might make another character or two in a bit, just need to finish thinking them threw))

[AvengerSpirit]

((Put up a character list under the character profile.))

[7000dominos]

((Brilliant! But my dragon is purple. I know my profile said pink--I just fixed it. It was a mistake. My mind operates on a different frequency than my literary color preferences, apparently. ^^))

[AvengerSpirit]

((I will correct it. Thank you for tell me.))

[7000dominos]

((Sure. Thank you for correcting my mistake. And good luck with the ass kicking.))

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

(I'm still working on my profiles, and might not have the up till tomorrow.)

[AvengerSpirit]

((That's fine. We'll start not long after you get your profiles up.))

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Here is my second character. I hope this is okay:

Name: Ohiko Fuijwara-Tachibana
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Dragon / Yellow
Height: 5'6"
Weight: None of your business.
Personality: Ohiko is a beautiful as a blooming lotus blossom, but she is as cruel as a dagger shoved into your back. Spoiled nearly since birth, Ohiko considers nearly everyone to be beneath her station in life. She considers anyone unable to transform into a dragon as "useless", not worth anything except serving her, or other nobility. As a dragon, she is ruthless, not giving up the fight until the enemy is dead. She disdains an honorable battle, wanting to win at any cost.
Bio: Ohiko is the eldest princess of the Yellow King and Queen. Three sisters followed afterwards, but, as the crown princess, Ohiko was elevated to a special status within the Yellow court. This, along with constant bragging, has earned the ire of her sisters. Suitors have come from far-off lands to court her, but have been put off by her snobbery and cruel demeanor. Currently, Ohiko languishes in the court, while women much younger than her are marrying; wondering what is driving away her suitors. Her sisters are plotting for her exile, or even possibly, her murder.
Appearance: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/Menae_the_Thorn/ChinesePrincess.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/Menae_the_Thorn/YellowDragon.gif )

[Astareal]

{{this is looking brilliant, hope it keeps up :)}}

[Coga]

((Ok, I think this is my last character, but I'm not committing to that))


Name: Ryu Herlits
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Green Dragon
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175 lbs
Personality: Ryu is relaxed and has a usually goofy attitude. Even when face with adversity, its hard to tell if he really ever realizes that real life is anything more then some sort of game and never seems to understand the magnitude of his choices. This is just a first impression however, Ryu is fully aware of his surroundings, he just chooses a more upbeat way of dealing with things.

Bio: Ryu was born the second son to the Green Dragon queen. As such, he was not the first in line for the throne once his parents had died and so he felt it not necessary to be raised to lead. As such, Ryu took little care in his studies and preferred his combat training. He developed a very unique fighting style and insisted on many occasions to go out to the villages around his castle and get involved in the problems of the locals. Ryu believed that it was his job as a royal but not a ruler to take care of all of the citizens he could, and thought that he could do it better directly then threw decrees and the like. When Ryu finally unlocked his dragon form, he decided it was time to go out on his own and see what kind of good he could do on his own. His mother insisted that he take at least one of the knights of the castle with him for protection, so he chose his best friend Grendal. Grendal and Ryu set off to see what good they could do for this world threw the power they could offer to the weak.
Appearance: http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l48/Kazerak/bish-104.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z318/TwilightWolf18/Dragon-Green.jpg


Name: Grendal Golgrem (real name Grant Goldgrem)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Green Halfdragon
Height: 6'3
Weight: 190 lbs
Personality: Kind, but with a stern and rough shell. He gives the appearance of a stone cold attitude and only puts forward an opinion when Ryu makes him.
Bio: Grendal was the child of a green dragon noble and a commoner. As such, his family has seen him as a shame to their entire line. In order to make up for the 'sins of his parents' Grendal took on a new name and committed himself to the service of the green royal family. This decision was made when he was Five. Because of the similarity in age, Grendal was assigned to be the personal bodyguard of Ryu, the second oldest of the children of the Green Queen. Also, because of the similarity in age, the two quickly became friends. Grendal didn't originally agree with Ryu's philosophies, but was dragged along on more then one of his shenanigans. When Ryu said he was going out to the world to do some good, Grendal felt it was still his duty to accompany him and happily went along with another on if his friends crazy plans.
Appearance: http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l48/Kazerak/hottie_young_man-1.jpg
Dragon Appearance: http://www.bettsiv.com/gif/greendrg.gif

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

Name: Joahrean
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race/Color: Dragon/white
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 125 lb
Personality: Joahrean is rather shy and quiet. She’s not had much experience with those outside of her family. She is not quick to trust, but once it is gained, she will be loyal till the end.
Bio: Joahrean was still a baby when her parents took her to through the barrier to escape the bitter cold. Her parents were still rather young themselves, and Joahrean was there only child. The only things she knows of the world she was born in was those from the stories her mother told her before bed time, and she believed that that was all they were, just stories.
One night, her father went to go see if things were better back in there home world, promising to return as soon as he could. He was never seen or heard from again after that night. Joahrean and her mother were left to take care of each other.
Many years latter, when Joahrean turned 17, her mother decided it was time to take the chance of dieing and return home. It was at that moment that Joahrean realized her mother’s stories were true, for before her very eyes, her mother took on her Dragon form so they would get to there home world faster.
Upon returning, her mother was fatally wounded by the Dragon Hunter Cinaed. In her last few moments of life, she told her daughter that she was to find herself a mate and carry on their bloodline. Somewhere in this time, a bit of Joahrean’s mother’s blood got onto her skin and seeped into her veins, causing her to bond with her dragon DNA. Because of this happening, her mother got to see the one thing she had always dreamed of seeing, the start of her daughter’s first transformation, just before she died, leaving Joahrean to go through the pain and suffering all on her own.
Appearance: Joahrean (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/SilverDragonArcher/Anime/arose.jpg)
Dragon Appearance: Joahrean the White Dragon ( http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/SilverDragonArcher/whitedragon.jpg)

Name: Narina and Arander
Age: 21
Gender: Narina- Female, Arander-Male
Race/Color: Commoners
Height: Narina- 5’5”, Arander- 6’
Weight: Narina- 130lb, Arander- 175lb
Personality: Narina is a very strong willed and out going young woman. She act without a thought about the consequences half the time, often getting not only her, but her brother into trouble. While she can have a few stubborn moments at times, she is extremely loyal to her twin brother, Arander, and her master, Apollo. She also love to have adventure, so when she and her brother were assigned to accompany Apollo, she was very eager to do so.
Arander is a bit calmer and wiser than his sister. Unlike his sister, he will analyze situations and determine what course of action will give them the better out come when his sister gets them into situations that she cannot get them out of… The few things he does have in common is the loyalty and love for adventure.
Bio: Narina and her twin brother, Arander, are the servants to the Orange Dragon Apollo. Ever since they could really start working, they have been serving his family, like their parents had done before them.
For the past five or six years, they have been accompanying Apollo, and serving him in what ever ways they possibly can. Although it is Narina who is the stronger of the two, it is Arander who often ends up sparing with Apollo.
Human Form: Narina and Arander (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y88/SilverDragonArcher/Anime/Twins.jpg)
Dragon Form: N/A

(Finally done with my profiles...)

[Wolfgang Hype]

Name: Apollo
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Color: Orange Dragon
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175 lb
Personality: Apollo has dreams of glory on the battlefield. While he often fights for money he's more concerned with the glory an action will provide. This results in an odd combination of greed and generosity. He loves to laugh and joke around, but gets mad pretty fast when he feels offended.

Bio: The merchant nation of Frey grew out of a guild that eventually fell under the leadership of banished dragons in hiding. Shortly after the guild claimed land and established itself as a nation the other nations began squabbling for control of it, claiming they lacked divine right as a nation as it lacked dragon leadership. It was then that the dragon exiles revealed themselves and their mercenary army came into being. They repelled all attempts at conquest and won the right to exist as a nation.

Frey is ruled by a council of High Merchants who consist of both dragons and wealthy commoners. The council elects a leader from the dragon High Merchants to keep the other nations quiet but usually elects a commoner directly under him. A balance is kept as most of the nations wealth comes from the commoner's successful trade. They also have a vast amount of mercenaries who base themselves in Frey. These form the mercenary army, another reason the true nations remain quiet. They depend upon the mercenary forces to augment their own which means they have detailed military information on every nation. If they wanted to Frey could decimate the other nations despite their small numbers.

Apollo is the son of the current leader of the High Merchants. However due to the nature of the council blood line does not directly determine standing so he has no need to follow his father. Instead he's joined the mercenary forces and hopes to become the head of the guild and the army. He's already made a name for himself among the nations as a skilled warrior in both his human and dragon forms. His father however insists that he be accompanied everywhere by two servants, the twins Narina and Arander.

Appearance:
http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd162/zeldarell/Male%20Anime/warrior-1.jpg
Dragon Appearance:
http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i135/Wolfgang9Hype/dragons/woodydragon.jpg

[AvengerSpirit]

((Ready to start?))

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

((I know I am!))

[Astareal]

{{I was thinking maybe a ball or court function? For the noble Dragons at least}}

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I am! I have to leave soon- likely in the next ten to fifteen minutes- so I'll feel better knowing I can get a post in before I depart.)

[Coga]

((I'm ready whenever everyone else is. Though I'm going to have to make a phone call soon, I am totally free after it.))

[AvengerSpirit]

((Sorry, Guen, posted after you left. Sorry to all, I was getting math help so I don't bomb my test is this is about two hours late.))

The journey back to Marcus's home was a long and hard. Having to take to his wings on more then one occasion, the sight of the palace was a welcome sight. The guards had only once tried to stop him from entering, but after showing the royal seal, they sent messengers up ahead to alert the others and the Queen that her oldest son was home. Marcus smiled as he held onto Britannia's hand as he walked them into the ball room where his mother was waiting.

Bowing, Marcus smiled up at his mother, whom he hadn't seen in six years. He glanced around the room quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of one of his friends before quickly turning back to face his mother.

"Since you have returned home, does this mean you have taken your mate?" Marcus nodded and pulled Britannia forward.

"She is very pretty." The Queen commented lightly. "What kingdom did she come from?" The injury was meant more to which dragon color was she.

"I'd rather not tell here among every one, My Lady." Marcus's mother nodded her head.

"Fine, we will talk later." Turning she called one of her guards forward. "Send news to all of the royals in every dragon land. In three nights we have a feast in celebration." The guard nodded and took off to send people to every nation with the news.

After having been dismissed by his mother for a while, Marcus took Britannia back to his cambers.

"Well, what do you think so far?" He asked sitting down at a trunk at the end of his wooden bed.

Britannia smiled lightly. "It's nice so far... Reminds me for of ancient history."

"From what you've told me of your world, the other side is much more advanced then over here." The girl nodded her head as Marcus went on. "We like it like this. We can destroy everything without something else doing it for us. Makes things much similar when all you have is one thing to fear; a dragon."

"Yes, of course." Standing up, Marcus went back to her side.

"Come, lets see who I can find to introduce you to. My best friend should probably be first. Now where could he have gone..." He pondered as they went back into the hall to look for Marcus play buddy, Alexandir.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Hey, no problem. I wasn't utterly left behind; that's all I was concerned about. :))

The palace of the purple queen was a quiet one, these days. That strange girl, the one who had teetered on the bring of death only to lead to an unexpected revelation, was gone now. She had left with young Prince Marcus, to be his new mate.
All right, so maybe it wasn't so very quiet. Gossip was still rife throughout the courts on the matter. And some of the young ladies seemed to view the newcomer as an outright interloper, and her new status as a personal insult. Apparently a few of them had had their sights on Marcus for themselves, and felt resentful that this unknown had swept in and, in their minds, lured him away from them.
Orla suppressed another sigh as she tried to tune out their gossip. Barely veiled- if not completely unveiled- hostility, even though it was now over. The girl is gone, but they still rip her to pieces.
She thrust the needle into the embroidery she was at least allegedly working on- Orla hated the stuff, and tended to dawdle more than work on such a tedious thing- and rose. "I'm going for a walk," she said, to no one in particular. "I need some air. This room is far too close." Far too teeming with women she really didn't identify with at all, was more like it. Gathering her full skirts in close, Orla navigated to the door and out into the hall. Maybe she'd go find the gardens.

[7000dominos]

((No time to post! I gotta finish this before classes tomorrow, but I'll post a good'n tomorrow, honest.))

[Glyph Bellchime]

((w00t! We started!))

Feabie Croy, daughter of a common family, living in a common world, having a common day, looked up and gasped. She dropped the basket of wild strawberries she was carrying (her da's strawberry pie for dessert tonight, yum!) and looked with riveted eyes.

"A blue one..." Feabie whispered in awe, "I've never seen blue. I wonder what it means...?"

A distant call of her name snapped Feabie from her reverie. "Oh no! The strawberries!" Hurriedly, she picked up the red juicy fruits, and rushed back down the dirt path to her common family's common cottage, with it's common roof, and windows, and quaint green door, and carefully-tended vegetable garden. Her little brothers and sisters played kick-the-can in the front yard, while her da stirred tonight's broth in the caldron on the hearth. Her mam would be back from the woods soon, another laborous day of woodcutting done.

Done get Feabie wrong, she was content with her simple life. But sometimes, like when she spied a dragon, or looked in the direction of the palace, with its tall spires and winking lights, she wished she could be one of them. The nobility, who raimented themselves in silk, who draped their necks with rare jewels, who bathed in luxurious perfume. Who, also, had the ability, unlike the simple folk, to transform into mighty beasts -- into dragons. Who soared beyond the clouds on lofty wings, who breathed hellish fire, whose scales were ten times, no, and hundred times harder than the sycamore tree bark her mam chopped down.

"Feabie Eliza Croy!" Her da called from the kitchen. The girl winced -- she hated being called by her full name.

"Coming, da!" She called back, and opened the rusty gate to her home. Her brothers and sisters toddled over to her, latching themselves onto her legs. The old family dog, Argus, wagged his tail from his position at the door. Her da waved from the kitchen window. Feabie sighed.

Like it or not, she was a woodcutter's daughter. This is the only place she belonged.

[Coga]

The word of the blue princes engagement spread fast, even to the Kingdom of the Green Dragon queen. As Ryu and Grendal were preparing to depart again on Ryu's crazy adventure, after stopping off at home so Grendal could deliver a report to the queen, the two were about to set off again, but a guard stopped them. "My lord, Her Magisty requests you read this, you and your older brother and younger sister are to attend" the guard said as Ryu read over the letter. "So the blue prince finally picked a mate huh?" Ryu mused. Although he cared little of it personally the status of the blue ruling line was not a mystery to him. He just assumed it would take another two or three years, certainly while he was on the road and much harder to contact. Now he had to delay his plans and change course. "We don't really have a choice, do we. I suppose we had better start to prepare" he sighed, looking over to Grendal. Grendal nodded silently and the two went back to the castle to start their travel preparations all over, but this time with a new destination in mind.

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

Joahrean had passed out from the pain she was going through as she transformed. It wasn’t till hours latter that she awakened to find herself lying on the ground beside her mother’s body. For a moment, she had no idea what was going on, but she then remembered what her mother had told her not long before she passed out.

She was going through a transformation that was natural for her kind around that age, some far younger as well. Her dragon DNA had stabilized and she would now have the ability to change from her original human looking for, to the dragon form she was in now. And, although it was all new to Joahrean, it seemed as though most of the knowledge she would need to survive in this world, she now knew and remembered clearly.

After concentrating on it for a moment, she returned to her human form. She moved closer to her mother’s body. Kneeling down, she gently touched her. “Rest in peace, mother…” She then rose and with one last look, she said, “I shall return once I know how to give you a proper burial in this world… I promise.”

With that, she went off into the forest on her own, in search of the nearest town.

((I'll start my twins off later when I have an idea where they will be.))

[elizaTrickster]

((Fine. She didn't get an invite.))

The village surrounding the tavern was a queit one. Everyone went more or less about their own business. Inside the tavern of the Flaming Goose, it was a different story. Jasna was, for once not caught up in the fray. She could care less whose hussy daughter was going to marry whom. Jasna had found that lately, she hasn't been giving a rat's ass about anyone recently.
Business was slow. No one wanted revenge or protection. Thus, Jasna gulped down pint after pint, spending the last of her cash. She figured this was how life needed to be. You do some work, spend your money, and do it all over again.
Her thoughts drifted to life back at court. Her family was overthrown by commomers, leaving her fifedom the only one not ruled by dragon blood. Whatever. What was blood anyway?

[AvengerSpirit]

((Blue actually.))

[elizaTrickster]

((Righto. No harm in my post then.))

[Wolfgang Hype]

{(Why is an exiled dragon getting an invitation?)}

[elizaTrickster]

((She can be exiled by her people. But her blood is still noble. Her father was the one in trouble with the crown, and she was forced into ruling in his stead, then she was overthrown. Frankly, Jasna wouldn't give a damn enough to go to the Blue Dragon Palace without an order.))

[Wolfgang Hype]

{(The way your sign-up sounded she has no standing in court...at all. Thus noble blood means nothing. The invitation would be for the people who overthrew her family and took control of their land.)}

[Astareal]

{{I personally feel that whilst this topic is valid and is not out of place, that posts containing nothing but OOC chatter clog the thread. Is there any chance you can take this discussion to PM's? Thank you}}

Gavril ducked as the heavy wooden stave passed by his head and twisted his wrist. His own stave slid along the length of his sparring partners before another quick twist of the wrist struck his opponents bow fingers hard. The simple disarmament that only caused those around to clap because he was crown prince.
Self important morons..
Throwing a towel around his bare shoulders as he put a flask of water to his lips he exited the sandy square that indicated the training ring and looked to his left as the heavy doors swung open. Bounding in excitedly as she twirled like a young girl dancing his sister grinned, feelings hidden in a conspiratory smile
"What do you want Eliza?"
Pouting like a scorned lover she twirled around her brother gracefully before sashaying backwards
"Don't be like that Gavvie...."
If looks could kill he'd have nailed her to the wall by now, she was only twenty three years old but when she acted like such a child it ground his nerves like a whetstone always so fake...
"Don't call me that" his deep voice cut through her words mid-sentence
"Oh but Gavvviiiieeee! They say that Marcus has taken a bride!"
She whined before his eyes snapped open and he turned to his sister
"Prince Marcus?"
"The very same" she grinned still as she turned to leave the room before pausing at the doors and looking over her shoulder
"We leave for his palace tonight, mother says you must dress smart Gavvie dear"
So the future king takes a bride... Cursing as he balled his fists and the people gathered began to clear he silently cursed
Why now!?... I cannot refuse this, but to leave when the Terran valleys are so... vulnerable

Alexandir burst into Marcus' rooms smiling as he embraced his old friend.
"Marcus you look great!... I havn't seen you in what? Almost five months since I visited Lila palace" Waving a hand, the room was instantly illuminated as the candles burned that little bit brights and he turned to Brittania. Bowing as low as he would to the queen herself his eyes sparkled as his expensive white robes flowed around his lightly built form.
"Forgive me for intruding my lady, I have not seen our lord in some time"

[Wolfgang Hype]

{(Generally I would agree with you, but I had to wait for you to post to get an idea what's going on.)}

Apollo watched Gavril sparring with the rest of the crowd, however unlike them he didn't clap, it wasn't a show. Also unlike them he didn't bother too much with proper posture or courtly attire. He might be a dragon but he was still just a mercenary- a very well paid mercenary.

He hopped down, meaning to confer with the prince but Eliza, the princess, got there first. Apollo just leaned up against the far wall to wait.

"I received word of the marriage too." Apollo said as the princess left, pushing himself off the wall and moving to a more comfortable speaking distance. "My father would like me to meet him there. Of course I'll need your permission to accompany you there."

[Astareal]

Gavril only laughed for a split second before his melancholy demeanur took hold once more.
"Apollo... your father is one of the most powerful men in the land, my permission is not something you need"
Locking eyes with the young mercenary he smiled
"But if you'd willingly place yourself in Eliza's company for the sake of keeping me sane I should not complain"
Waving a hand to Gerrard his attendant,he seated himself as he pulled on a tightly fitting black tunic and motioned for the young captain to sit by him.
"About the valley's, I feel that we should leave Vain in charge of them until my... our return"
Growing more serious he only nodded slightly in the direction of Elsie as she put the tray containing tea and some freshly baked scones on the table besides them and bobbed witha cute curtsy. The poor girl was only fifteen and seemed tocater for his every wish without an utterance of complaint, a more able servent he couldn't think of. But for now he didn't have time to spend talking idly with her, more pressing matters rasted at hand.
"Here me out before you speak... he may be a noble of minor consequence but his abilities are without question. Granted it will stir up the blood of those self inflated idiots who request the post by right of blood or rank but this is not a time or position where we can play court favourites. The men might not like him much... he does come across a bit cold but we don't need him to be liked, we need him because he can do what he must"

[Wolfgang Hype]

"I understand." Apollo replied, taking a scone and biting into it before continuing. "I don't care much for politics which is why I became a mercenary. If you win the war you can spend the rest of your time repairing courtly relations is how I see it."

He in turn grew more serious as he stared into space in the direction of the valleys. "Unfortunately this war is on the frontier and the nobles are barely affected by it. They might complain of the rising cost of food but they eat just as well as before. It's the the commoners who suffer." He glanced at the scone in his hand and tore off the next bite. "My men will follow whoever I tell them to as long as he knows what he's doing. In war sometimes you have to be cold."

[Astareal]

Gavril absentmindedly picked at a scone as he considered the mercenaries words
"The frontier... so much destruction."
Shaking his head as he set aside his tea he forced a smile
"So many men have died, Dragons too... we strike north in search of land, never content. But this time it's not just about glory, we need those lands for our people to survive"
Gavrils voice was low, muted to keep the conversation free from prying ears as he sighed... falling into another of his black moods.
"The crystals are fading Apollo... we struggle to feed our people, if we cannot keep those valleys then this proud nation will be reduced to advert poverty. We push north but the native people meet us at every turn... I've lost seven dragons this month alone"
Eyes darkening as he clenched his right fist so tightly that the nails dug into his skin like talons he looked the commander of the Freyan forces in the eye
"Your father may be Lord of the Freyan but you... your future is open, you can choose to be anything you want."
Looking at his feet as he stood, turning to hide the single tear that ran from his eye he almost choked on his words before saying them clearly, confidently as if nothing was the matter
"I have to lead this war my friend, because if I don't ohld onto what little I have then somebody else will take everything from me."
Forcing a smile as he turned back to Apollo he nodded his head in respect
"I must retire for now, there are many orders to detail before we leave this evening and you should get some rest too."

[Coga]

A strong wind blew in from the east, carrying with it the smell of much turmoil. The young blind seer looked up from her table as a couple walked up to her stand. "You seek a love fortune?" Mimori asked, she didn't need to be clairvoyant to see that. The two nodded excitedly, a meaningless notion since Mimi couldn't see them do it. Mimi took a deep breath to call up her reserves up peppy cheerfulness which people liked to see in the young fortune teller. She took hold of their outstretched hands and ran her index finger along their palms to get a good 'look' at what they said. This was the most simple manner of fortune telling, it really didn't require her 'gift' at all, only a simple study in the arts. But as any true seer will tell you, 'you do not call the visions, they call to you'. Never the less, this manner of fortune telling was required in order to not be accused at 'a fake'. "You two are very compatible. As long as you avoid Red you should have a very happy relationship." Mimori finally told them after a moment of reading and comprehending. The two payed for the telling, thanked her, and walked off. Mimori took a deep breath and conted the money she had one more time. 'Almost enough to get to the blue kingdom she thought. She didn't know why, but recently she had gotten the feeling she should be heading towards the blue kingdom, and so that is what she was doing. Her feelings had never let her down before.

[AvengerSpirit]

As Alexandir came into the room, Marcus momentarily forgot about everything else. He returned the embrace with as much vigor as his friend had. "I thank you. You look well yourself," he shook his head. "Those weeks after you left were torture. The Lady was doing everything to keep me from falling into a 'pression. Almost sent me home too." He was smiling brightly now.

Britannia bit down onto her lower lip as the new male, it seemed the one Marcus had been looking for, turned to her. She repressed a gulp and nodded back, afraid she was doing something wrong. History lessons she used to ace, faded from memory. "Uh... Okay..."

Marcus laughed as he wrapped his arm around Britannia's waist. "You'll have to forgive her for a while, she has yet to be schooled on our ways." He held up a hand, knowing the questions that were probably going to follow. "I'll answer everything at the feast when everyone gets here. I swear mother blows everything out of per portion." Rolling his eyes, he sighed lightly.

"Please, tell me what's been going on in the kingdom while I have been away so long without a visit." He showed Alexandir out of the rooms along with Britannia, who followed beside of Marcus, almost shadowing his every move. He lead them through the corridors to the open courtyard where they could sit and enjoy themselves for a while.

[Astareal]

Alexandir's face fell as Marcus asked him to tell of the kingdoms fates and he sighed inwardly
"Everything here has been fine aside from a lack of trade with the Noir, several of our wines are running low and prices rise on rare stones and delicacies we normally import."
Seeing the startled look his answer brought from his friend and the quizzical expression on the girls face he smiled lightly
"The expansion is not going too well for them I understand, King 'Lynas has called for the help of the Frey merchant armies"
Shaking his head he rang a small bell to signal a serving girl and ordered a bottle of mulled wine to the room
"Lady Eliza is furious or so the girls at court would have you believe, blames her brother and cites poor leadership on his part. As for him... who knows what goes on in that introverted mind of his?"
Brightening as the pretty little maid bore one of the remaining Noir Rouge rivière val and handing a glass to the Prince and his promised bride he grinned
"A toast of our best wine, one of the last hundred bottles in fact. A toast to your health, your futures and the prosperity of these lands!"

[AvengerSpirit]

Sipping down a bit of the wine, Marcus frowned. "Maybe with all of the nobles being here, we can talk of something to do for each other. But to call in the merchant armies? Is he really losing so badly?" If legend is correct it was the blacks who drove the white dragons further north when the weather got to bad for them to survive. If the blacks fall now, what will that say to the rest of us? The thoughts did not sit well in his mind, and he held onto Britannia a bit tighter just to remind himself that she was there.

"Of course, no one knows the prince's mind but himself. His sister is..." He stopped himself before he said something he would later regret. He finished off the wine quickly. "We really must do something. I hate the thought of not having the good wine to keep one company on the long sleepless nights."

Britannia stared down at the glass of wine in her hand. She tried to keep herself from making faces at it. The glass would make it a few inches from her lips and she'd set it back in her lap and make a face like it was poison. Finally she gave up and kept the glass on her lap as she listened to the two men speak to one another.

"Can I ask a question?" She hesitated a second before starting up again. "But who are the people your talking about fighting?" She knew she sounded stupid but all of the lessons of the lands Marcus had cramped into her head, didn't last long.

[Astareal]

Alexandir raised an eyebrow as the girl piped up, her strange accent ringing a little bell of curiosity in his mind.
"The Legar', a shamanic tribal nation that live to the north of the Noir lands. It is not a fight of justice or honour, merely one of resources... the lands of the Noir are a harsh desolate places. The majority of the crops there are grown in caves away form the harshness of the sun where water is more easily found. A remarkable work of nature indeed"
Eyes alight with interest he recounted how in the Noir lands held caverns riddle with tiny holes that carried all the way to the surface... the work of a small bug like creature known as a Marinite and that certain crystals within these caves had unique properties.
"They seem to absorb the sunlight from the tiny shafts... like a charge, only to re-emit it at a lower frequency. The light from these crystals is said to help the crops to grow."
Sighing heavily, the scholar within him only wished he could tell her more as he looked at Marcus
"The Maranite population is falling, the crystals are dying Marcus. They push north now more than ever in search of land to grow food upon, and the Legar push south at the Terran Valleys. To think that King Lynas has called upon the Merchant army of Frey when his great-grandfather fought with the other dragon kingdoms to crush them scant decades ago... these are disconcerting times my friend.
The Legar are do not have the strength of the dragons, but as nomads they know the land well, and they have more numbers than I have ever seen. Not only that... I've heard that they consider the wild Dragons as mere animals, much like the Wyvern they ride"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia took in as much of the information as she could remember. "These stones... Could not a spell or something restore them?" She remembered a vague lesson from history. Whether it was true or not that the stones could be restored like they were in her world she didn't know. "Shamans commune with spirits, or so they think they do. Would it be possible to work with them? You know, instead of trying to overpower them, ask if they know ways how to restore the crystals back to their former strength, and they'd leave them alone if it worked. They might go for it so long as it allows them to be left alone and keeping their land." U.S. History class came back in a flood. "It's like salutary neglect. You've let them rule themselves and none that you're fighting against them, they're fighting back..." As she finished, she hung her head down afraid that she'd overstepped a boundary somewhere. "Sorry..."

Marcus listened to his mate in silence. He agreed in points and others, he guessed was from the culture she grew up in. "Maybe, she has a point, Alexandir. Of course, that means we'd have to get the blacks and the shamans to listen to us." He didn't fall to notice the curious look in his friend's eye and thought about telling him ahead of time.

[G.J]

((I'll reply once I get back from guitar lessons. I'm almost done with the intro posts....but I'm just really low on muse. That's why it's been taking me so long. Just letting you know so you didn't think I dropped out. XD))

[Astareal]

Alexandir laughed aloud when the notion of preaching retreat to the Noir was put forward, the ludicrisy of trying to reason with Eliza Nagarian crossed his thoughts.
"You've never met Eliza my lady, and you my lord must have spent too much time in the east. The Noir have been expanding north for over forty years now and the Legar think us unholy deamons, our gifts to be bestowed by the devils. No... this war will end in retreat or genocide. Besides... they barely constitute an organised people and in answer to your question about magic... i'm afraid not"
Thinking for a few minutes as he sipped his wine he tried to think best how to explain it
"Magic... is not as magic as you'd think, there's a logic and science to it, it's more like... exchange than creating or taking from the mana stream.Anything that is taken or made... must have an equivalent exchange Magic does not create, it merely... changes, not to mention that those gifted with true magical abilities are a rare occurance even amongst the noble houses. To provide the levels of energy that those crystals recieve over millenia from the sun itself would take the life of hundreds of mages. The Marinite do not breed in captivity either"
Sighing as he poured himself another glass he seated himself on the velvet cushions
"Besides... there's a whole world we know nothing about, and The Legar refuse to let us venture past their lands. The original purpose of the campaign forty years ago was to expand and explore, to find new lands in order to end the stagnation of our own. Arn't you curious what lies beyond the Arekhel wastelands?"

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus nodded. "I am. I can not protest that I am not. However, i think I have some interesting news you and the others might be interested in," he glanced at Britannia quickly before turning back to his friend. "I am sure, you have noticed many things "odd" or different about my mate then the others here." Leaning in so one one could over hear he continued. "She is a white dragon. Well will be on her eighteenth birthday. She came from across the barrier." He'd let Alexandir's mind take the information from there. It left an endless possibilities and maybe a solution to the battle with the shamans.

Britannia sighed in defeat as all images of magical beings being real. "If dragons are real then why couldn't others be." Since Marcus had told his friend her secret she felt better to talk more freely about the other side. "I might be the only one able to cross over, maybe not, but the times are far more advanced. I could bring food and supplies over if need be. I was good friends with my chemistry teacher and I might be able to get her to look at the crystals and see what makes them work. She might be able to recreate them and if she can then, we'll be able to make more of them." Now, she did feel that she stepped out of line, but she knew across the barrier, might be able to save her new homeland.

[Glyph Bellchime]

There was the scent of sandalwood in the air as the Royal Messenger pushed open the doors to the Chamber of Princesses. The four maidens, all lovely as a summer morning, lounged about in robes of yellow, the imperial color, only to be worn by the royalty of the Yellow court.

"Your Highnesses!" The messenger kneeled three times before approaching, the straightened. The younger princesses looked up, curious. "I bring news from the lands of the Blue Dragon Queen."

"Truly? The Blues?" One of them, the most excitable one, sat up. The other two barely acknowledged him. Only the last, crown princess Ohiko, gave him no notice at all. She continued to stare into the silver mirror she held in her pale white hands, while a servant gently brushed her hair until it gleamed like obsidian.

"Yes, Your Highnesses. The message came, and stated that Prince Marcus has returned from his stay in the court of the Purple Queen, and has announced that he has chosen his mate, a White Dragon."

The three youngest leaned forward with interest. "Oh, I was hoping he would wait a little longer until I grew a bit taller!" One complained.

"Or developed curves." Another quipped, causing the last princess to giggle like the little girl she was.

"Are we to be invited to his wedding, then?" came the voice of Ohiko, still staring at her reflection.

The servant blinked. "Why, yes, of course, my lady."

"Then we must make ready." Ohiko declared, rising from her couch. She snapped, and ladies-in-waiting came running. "Bring me my choice of evening gowns, and my jewels."

"Oh, I don't think you'll be able to charm any prince at the wedding, sister. You scared them all away!" One of her sisters teased, causing the other two to laugh.

Ohiko whirled, affixing her hazel eyes on her. "Mind your manners, and your tongue, Ayaka. You might find it missing one of these days."

The crown princess flounced from the room, leavng a chill in the air.

[Guendolen_Sama]

Orla returned from her walk to much bustling. Servants running to and fro, and various ladies flitting around like jeweled butterflies; just as flighty, and about as useful. They seemed to be dithering and getting underfoot more than actually impacting the preparations in any way.
This was all because of the blue dragon wedding they were nigh on departing for, after all. Why had all these wigeons waited until the last minute, though? Orla had already seen to her own packing and preparation; just a few things to be added right before departure, and it was done. But she couldn't expect any degree of sensibility from your average upper class young woman, now could she?
Confident her own things were well in hand, Orla continued down to the queen's quarters. She'd just see if they required any aid in that department. The queen must make the best of impressions, after all, and she would need an extensive wardrobe to cover any eventuality. An extra pair of hands, coupled with a head not stuffed with lace and silk ribbons, would no doubt be welcomed.

[G.J]

((here's Kelio...Vain is coming soon enough :) ))

Serenity bestowed the palace gardens that Kelio Pendragon lingered within. She sat upon a marble stone bench before a pond filled with colorful Koi fish and a softly flowing fountain. The fountain was nothing regal simple with a crystal orb glimmering on top. With her bare toes shivering in the chill pond water, she entertained a fleeting Monarch Butterfly that took perch upon her with her fingers. She hummed a soft tune, the humming lullaby the garden into a harmonious prelude.

Kelio stopped, allowing silence to wrap tightly around the garden to secure the peace. Her curious eyes looked longingly to the sky, but she knew better than to. The royal messenger had come this afternoon, baring news from the kingdom of the blue dragons. Prince Marcus had finally picked a mate, a white dragon. The news intrigued her, a white dragon had not been heard of for a long time. It was thought they were lost for good.

A crash echoed from the palace kitchens, some yelling involved. Birds chirped at the sudden disturbance, taking flight from their perches and to the skies. Kelio winced at the noise, startled. She opened her eyes to watch the butterfly flutter away, a string attached to its light wings, stretching her ache to follow. With a sigh Kelio stood. Along with the news, an invitation for the royals of the purple dragon kingdom had followed. Tonight they would leave to the Kingdom of the Blue Dragons.

[Wolfgang Hype]

{( Mercenary the Frey forces are the Mercenary Army, not a merchant army. In truth it's more of a mercenary guild that has highest loyalties to the Freyan Democracy and consists of various mercenary groups. It's more likely the Noir simply hired Apollo's troop rather than a large part of the army. Of course considering his father's standing he probably is the face of the Mercenary army/guild to the other nations.)}

"Very well, I'll let my men know that they'll be under Vain's orders until we return." Apollo bowed then set a hand on Gavril's shoulder. "Be sure you get some rest as well." With that he exited the training area to head to his troop's makeshift barracks. It was little more than an empty storage area in which numerous beds and a few chests for the mercenary's things had been crowded. Gavril had tried to get them better accommodations but Apollo had told him not to worry. They had slept in worse places while under a contract.

He entered the barracks and almost immediately had the entire troop's attention. "Men, I have to leave for the Blue Dragons' castle tonight to meet with my father. You will be placed under the command of Vain, he knows what he's doing so listen to him. I should return within a week." He saluted his men and left.

He immediately turned towards the palace and his own guest chambers within it. He disliked being away from his troop and didn't exactly like all the fancy trappings of the room, but it would have been rude to turn it down. As he strode down the hall he saw his own servants, the twins Narina and Arander coming down the hall. His father had assigned them to him, probably so he looked like the son of the First Merchant, but Apollo didn't really mind their presence, they kept him company.

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

Arander watched as Narina spared with a young man as they were waiting for their master to finish his business. She was, for the most part winning.
"Come on, are you going to let a girl beat you?" Narina taunted as she knocked him off his feet.
"Now, now Narina, I'm sure they don't need you to be breaking the spirits of the people."
"You're ruining the fun of things." Narina said as she turned to her brother. "Besides, I'm only trying to get him to do better." She then turned, offering a hand to her former opponent. "Better luck next time..."
"Shall we see if Master Apollo is finished with his business?" asked Arander.
Narina nodded and followed her brother.

They soon found their master returning to his quarters. As they came closer to him, they both bowed slightly, showing their respect for him.

(I'll have another post for Joahrean later.)

[Astareal]

Gavril rummaged through papers in his tower as the food beside him slowly went cold, fueling himself with tiny bites it was mostly untouched and it made Elsie worry
"Excuse me lord Gavril... shall I have another meal prepared, cold food is barely fit for your royal highness" She piped with a little bob and tilted her head politely in his direction, big brown eyes filled with worry.
"No, No,... I just... have Vain sent up please. I need to discuss a few matters before I leave" Waving a hand flippantly in dismissal he didn't even look up as she gathered the tray in her pale arms and swept out of the room in an effort to find Lord Lynial's quarters.
Sighing as he fell back into the chair and pushing the hair out of his eyes as his fingers directed various coloured pins on a map and ignored the bustling servants around him attempting to pack his things.

Alexandir's eyes opened at the last words and his eyes darted to the Prince dangerously
"Removal of the barrier is unthinkable, before we exiled ourselves here we were hunted mercilessly by those on the other side. Unrelenting, they came at us for amusement, considering us a sportsmans greatest prize."
Pacing around the room now he continued
"The lingering resentment of our people, the humans nature to fear what they do not udnerstand... it would lead to another war. And if your people have developed weapons of the magnitude you say, it would end only in the genocide of a species. We have thrived since we came to this place, and in this place we shall stay... so it has been for centuries"

He barely notices I exist... Elsie brushed a sleeve against her face as she paced down the corridors angrily
Working himself so hard all the time... not eating properly, and everyone treating him like some sort of eccentric recluse! They don't see what he does for them, they don't appreciate it"
arriving at Vain's chamber, or rather his fathers (currently occupied by his son at this time) she straightened herself up and took a deep breath
Everything's going to be fine Elsie... you'll see"
Kocking demurely as a servant should, she bowed slightly when the door opened and conveyed her message
"Lord Gavril requests your prescence in his maproom Lord Lynial"

[Wolfgang Hype]

{(Yuuki, could you please pick a different color for your posts. I don't approve of color posting in general and that color is one of the reasons.)}

"Arander, Narina, start preparing to leave." Apollo said as he passed the two servants on his way to his room, assuming they would follow him. He left the door open for them as he entered his chamber and began stripping off the armor he wore on his left arm. He began talking without even looking around to see if they were there, he was sure they would be. "Gavril gave us leave to attend the celebration; we leave with them this evening. Dig out that pauldron and decorative sword my father gave me for by last birthday along with whatever courtly clothing he had you pack. He'll be happy to see me actually wearing them."

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia bent her head down like a scolded child. "I didn't mean take the barrier down... I stumbled across this place on accident... If I can go back and forth there is no reason for the barrier to be taken down...." She bit down onto her lower lip afraid to be lectured or yelled at again. "People now a days... they don't believe in you... er... us..." She still had a hard time correcting herself on calling herself one of them. "They believe dragons are only in fairy tales. If I could get things to help, then please, let me try to do my part. I don't know how to live in an in ancient world, I can't run a mile least of all travel by foot all the time. We drove cars and had planes to fly us through the air anywhere in the world." She stopped herself, knowing she would go off into a rant of everything she had lost, if she continued.

Marcus wrapped an arm around Britannia's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's not your problem to deal with."

Shaking her head, Britannia stood up. "It's not just a man's job to rule everything! Women have a say too. We do more good then men anyway." So unlike a lady of court, but so like a teenager in the age she was raised.

Marcus frowned but shook his head. "You are living in different times; it'll take a while to adjust."

[G.J]

The sun reflected vibrantly off Vain’s pitch black scales as he waved through the sky. Seeing the palace of the Black Dragons insight he changed his position before dropping. He spiraled to the ground, spinning in a rotation and increasing the momentum. He pulled up just before the palace side, shifting from his dragon form and back into human. Vain landed neatly on the stoop outside his quarters. Stretching and regaining himself he ventured inside, only to pause and take a final look out towards the valley. He could only wonder when this war would end.

Taking a seat in the armchair in the room he stared out one of the windows. His family was snug and safely hidden away in the isolated mountain caps. They was no reason for worry of his family but more so, worry of the kingdom. He sighed and ran a hand through blood red hair, closing his eyes for a moment and slumping in his chair.

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

(Course I will change them! I'll just use black with ~'s between Joahrean and the twins, if they are in the same post.)

Narina and Arander followed their master into his room. They listened has he told them they were leaving that evening. And gave them orders.

"As you wish, Master Apollo." Narina said. She then turned to her brother. "I shall get him his courtly clothing, you find the sword." She then went to the wardrobe and opened it, searching through everything to find the most noble looking things in it.

Arander went over to a large chest near the foot of the bed to try to find the sword his master. As he did he spoke, "Master Apollo, shall we actually be joining you amongst the nobility, or shall we find something to occupy ourselves during the celebration?" He soon found the sword for his master and took it out of the chest and offered it to Apollo. "I myself am not sure how well Narina will handle being amongst other women."

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Narina in a bit of offense.

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Joahrean continued to walk through the forest, not sure where she was going, but she did know she would eventually get somewhere. Her only concerns at the moment were how long it would take to get where she was heading, and weather she could find her way back to her mother's body.

It wasn't long till she reached a small town. She wasn't quite sure where to go for the help she needed, and was a bit scared to walk up to some random person and ask them. She didn't know if they spoke a different language, her mother never mentioned anything of the sort in the stories she used to tell. After a moment of thinking, she decided to find the local pub and listen to see if anyone might mention what to do in respect to a dead dragon.

It was rather quiet inside for there were only two other people in the pub. She sat down at a table in a corner and listened as the old man spoke with the bartender.

"They've truly return, I'm telling you..." he said. "I saw with my own two eyes, two white dragons in the woods just this morning. Sadly, one had passed, and the other, I wasn't so sure about... It seemed to still be breathing."

"White dragons you say?" asked the bartender as he pored the old man a drink. "It is rumored that the Blue Prince has taken a white dragon mate."

"So I've heard..." said the old man. "The Dragon's are gathering at the Blue Palace soon to celebrate." He took a sip of his beverage. "Not sure, but maybe we will have a few pass through here."

As Joahrean listened, she had herself build up the courage to try to speak to them. Still somewhat nerves, she stood up and moved a bit closer. "Excuse me..." she said softly. "But might I ask what is to be done about that white dragon?"

They both turned their attention to her. "As I see it, cremation would be the best thing to do for it, for it would take several days to dig a proper hole to lay it to rest in.. I shall be returning to that spot to do so later this evening."

"Might I tag along to help?" Joahrean asked. "I would very much like to be there to pay final respects to my m-" she cut off so before she let out that information. "-To pay final respect to the dragon."

"You may, if you wish." the old man said. He then returned to his drink.

[7000dominos]

((Alright, posted. Sorry again for being so late.))

[7000dominos]

Just visible through the wide, flat, waxy leaves of her tree, the moon cast a faint silver pall over the otherwise darkening skies. It was Ari's famous time of day. The sky was a million different colors, each distinct and unique, and each sharing itself with another. Silver-blue. Blue-black. Pink-yellow-orange. There were no hard lines, no uncrossable boundaries between the effective spectrum of light and color. No separation. No castes.

It was that part Ari had hated most about royal life. She was allowed to play with other royal children, and other royal children only. Little boys and girls with rouged-pink cheeks and clothes they weren't allowed to muss playing foolish childhood games. Stiff collars were to remain as such. Crisp corners had best stay as 90 degrees and no less.

It was stifling. Unbearable.

Now, Ari wore little more than a loose shift of dirty white linen. It was torn in places, ragged in others. It was also Ari's very own, handcrated clothing. Perfect for running, hunting, and climbing trees, which was her favorite activity.

Particularly to watch her favorite time of day from.

Ari grinned and pressed her hand meaningfully to the pungent bark beneath her. Today, some young serf girls had wandered near her tree, picking berries and playing in the stream. She'd avoided them, but stayed near enough to spy--it was how she got her news.

Apparently, the Blue Prince was to be married very soon. Every dragon in the area was like to attend. Would her parents be there? Of course, it was foolish to even wonder. They would be there if the flood gates of heaven opened and poured the sea down on their heads. Her parents had been the very epitome of well-known royals. They never missed a function if they could help it. A better question to ask would be, would the look for her?

Ari's smile faded. She'd never meant to hurt them....

[Astareal]

Knocking demurely on the door, Elsie awaited the reply from the young barons son timidly. Vain was tall, though not as tall as Lord Gavril and his eyes were so dark! not to mention that blood red hair and the stoney face, devoid of emotion.
As the door opened she bobbed a curtsey and smiled as best she could
"Lord Gavril requests your presence Sir Lynial"


Gavril couldn't concentrate on clothes right now. Servants bobbed this way and that, holding things against him to gauge size and fit as he tried his damndest to make contingency plans in case anything should happen in his absence. Vaguely wondering where Vain Lynial was and why Elsie was taking so long he called another servant over and scrawled a hasty note to Apollo
Dear friend,
As you well know, this is a court function and I will be expected to take an escort. Having neither the time nor patience to look for a suitable partner for the event I request that your Narina be given leave to accompany me to the ball. Have the tailors find something suitable and modify it to fit. If you could also have her pick something from my wardrobe I would be grateful, These courtier dressers are quite simply getting in the way and a womans touch may be appreciated by my mother.
Regards, Gavril

Alexandirs faceremained encompassed in stone as he turned warm eyes on the soon to be queen in waiting and smiled lightly
"Do not feel scolded my lady"
Trying to comfort her, he walked forward a little before seating himselfat the end of the bed on which she and the prince sat
"It is natural that you know little of our ways and lands, but crossing the barrier is... frowned upon. Taboo"
Shaking his head he sighed before grinning broadly
"Anyway! Why talk of this gloom and doom when your wedding is at hand! Let us make plans for this momentous occasion!"

[Wolfgang Hype]

Apollo unhooked his usual blade- a wide double-edged sword devoid of any decoration- from his belt and picked up the blade Arander produced. It had been given to him by his father the year before and was of exquisite craftsmanship. The grip was wrapped in shark skin with a brilliant orange gemstone pommel gripped in a bronze claw. The guard was shaped as a pair of wings, his own to be exact. He remembered the time his father had forced him to take his dragon form and extend his wings so a craftsman could sketch them. He withdrew the blade partway out of it's scabbard to view the blade. It was single edged, allowing it to be lighter than his usual sword, but just as durable. Of course his father had recruited the best sword smiths in Frey to make it and had their individual marks on it near the hilt. The scabbard was of metal, but wrapped in an orange cloth that matched his scales.

All in all the whole thing was more ornate than Apollo generally liked, but he couldn't deny its worth. His father had spared no expense in having it crafted and even though he never had to Apollo knew that the blade was special. He slid the blade back into its scabbard and set it down. He picked up the pauldron that his father had also given him as well. Unlike the sword it was more clearly a dress ornament his father had given him because he so rarely removed the one he normally wore. He said the armor had become a part of Apollo's identity so he should have one for formal occasions. I was shining silver with gold trim and a dragon's image inscribed into the silver.

He looked up after a moment of reminiscing to answer Arander's question. "I'll probably be permitted to have a servant accompany me but I don't see why you'd want to. You'd only be expected to fetch me drinks and follow me around. There wouldn't be much call for both of you either. I expect some arrangement will be made for servants brought by the guests."

It was at that time that the messenger arrived from Gavril. Before either twin could retrieve the message Apollo strode across the room, retrieved it himself, and dismissed the servant. He read the note and looked over to Narina. "It seems Gavril needs an escort and thinks you'd fit the job. Knowing him he sees you as a better alternative to the court ladies. Will you do it?"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia sighed almost easily defeated. After a minute or two she shook her head. "I crossed the barrier. I don't see what's so wrong with it. Your human forms would hid you from the world." Reverting back to the 'you' instead of 'us' was quite easy. She crossed her arms over her chest and took three careful steps backwards. "I want to go home!" She yelled, setting herself up, so she wouldn't back down, even if under too much pressure, she would fall.

Marcus frowned deeply, a look that hadn't crosses his face in a long while. "Britannia." He said her name slow and pronounced each letter carefully. "You don't understand yet, therefore, you don't know what you're talking about. I think it's time you retire to a guest room and then tomorrow we can talk calmly about such matters. Alexandir and I have much to talk about that does not include you and the issue of going back to the horrid world is out of the question." His words were harsh and he knew it, but he had to make her see, that this world she now lived in was cruel and nothing like what she was used to.

"No! I'm not being ordered around by you or anyone else. I'm going home." With the words out of her mouth, she turned and headed out of the room not caring where she was going or if she'd even make it out of the palace or not.

[elizaTrickster]

((w00t! We started!))

Feabie Croy, daughter of a common family, living in a common world, having a common day, looked up and gasped. She dropped the basket of wild strawberries she was carrying (her da's strawberry pie for dessert tonight, yum!) and looked with riveted eyes.

"A blue one..." Feabie whispered in awe, "I've never seen blue. I wonder what it means...?"

A distant call of her name snapped Feabie from her reverie. "Oh no! The strawberries!" Hurriedly, she picked up the red juicy fruits, and rushed back down the dirt path to her common family's common cottage, with it's common roof, and windows, and quaint green door, and carefully-tended vegetable garden. Her little brothers and sisters played kick-the-can in the front yard, while her da stirred tonight's broth in the caldron on the hearth. Her mam would be back from the woods soon, another laborous day of woodcutting done.

Done get Feabie wrong, she was content with her simple life. But sometimes, like when she spied a dragon, or looked in the direction of the palace, with its tall spires and winking lights, she wished she could be one of them. The nobility, who raimented themselves in silk, who draped their necks with rare jewels, who bathed in luxurious perfume. Who, also, had the ability, unlike the simple folk, to transform into mighty beasts -- into dragons. Who soared beyond the clouds on lofty wings, who breathed hellish fire, whose scales were ten times, no, and hundred times harder than the sycamore tree bark her mam chopped down.

"Feabie Eliza Croy!" Her da called from the kitchen. The girl winced -- she hated being called by her full name.

"Coming, da!" She called back, and opened the rusty gate to her home. Her brothers and sisters toddled over to her, latching themselves onto her legs. The old family dog, Argus, wagged his tail from his position at the door. Her da waved from the kitchen window. Feabie sighed.

Like it or not, she was a woodcutter's daughter. This is the only place she belonged.

Being so long underground, Jasna felt like she was missing out on things. Seriously. She hasn't been to a strawberry festival in so long, she'd forgotten the taste of strawberries. Not only did a sudden need to strawberries plague her, but she needed to get out of this town.

It started off as a sweet little community, by people who wanted a second chance in life. Those who may have not 'fit in' in the cites and all it's demands. But as it began to expand, and more and more people came for their 'second chance', crime shot through the roof. That's what had originally called Jasna there. There was a farm girl, a too friendly stable boy, screaming and running through the woods, the normal deal. That farm boy was mealy anyway. So, Jasna came into the town to see how bad things were, and they were bad. Only now that there was some protector, the Feel-Gooders rolled in.

These people were the same type that had caused Jasna's family to be overthrown. They came preaching about a divine one higher than all dragons, and the humans just ate it up. They would inherit the earth once the dragons were gone! Luckily, there were still a few higher ups to quiet this rabble. But there was no doubt, it was spreading. Jasna didn't care either way. She could always hide. There were wastes that the humans did not know about.

Plus, all she needed to survive were strawberries.

So it was decided. Jasna left the tavern, and the town behind her. Creeping into the woods, she found the clearing she'd made when she first arrived. Jasna stood in the middle, and closed her eyes, letting all her energy focus. Red. Red like blood. Red like fire. She felt her body expand, a feeling that had at one time been painful, but was now as natural as eating strawberries.

Maybe it was because in her homeland, there were no strawberries. There were only potatoes, leeks, carrots, and other roots. That's why she liked them so much. Jasna allowed her mind to wander to reflections like that. When you didn't have to answer to anyone, or worry about anything, it was amazing how often you let you mind slip.

Then, Jasna spotted a cabin, it was a dear little thing, with a plethora of wild strawberries. Perhaps these berries were what kept this family sustained. It was better to ask first.

She landed as softly as a dragon could muster, and switched back to her human form, which felt like slipping on a glove that was a little too tight. Not knowing what to expect, Jasna cautiously knocked on the wooden frame (the hardest part of the doorway, mind you). Her hand throbbed a little as she waited. There were people inside, she could smell them.

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

Narina looked out of the closet and at her master. She was somewhat nervous about the idea. "What about serving you, Master Apollo? I've got my job to do, and..."

Arander could see that his sister seemed to be a bit nervous. He walked over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder, smiling at her. "You're not his only servant. I can handle his orders on my own." he said softly. "And this opportunity might not ever come again."

Narina looked up at her brother and felt a bit better. She then looked back at Apollo. "I shall accept. Given your permission of cource, Sir."

[Glyph Bellchime]

((Thanks for involving Feabie, Eliza! ^^))

Feabie's mam returned from the woods just as Da was placing tonights broth on the table.

"Ah! I could smell your soup a mile away!" Mam declared, walking in the door, and giving her husband a kiss on the cheek. Her younger children clamored around her feet. Feabie continued to set the table.

"Ah, hello Fiona, dear! And, Fallon, I've missed you!" She gave the young twins a hug. She looked up to her oldest.

Feabie curtsied, "Welcome home, Mam."

"Such the lady." She ruffled her eldest's hair. "Perhaps you'll be a lady-in-waiting to some noblewoman. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Mam!" Feabie nodded excitedly, sending her honey-brown hair bouncing. Her mam knew how much she daydreamed about royalty.

"Perhaps someday. Come, your da's got dinner done."

The family sat around the beat-up table, and bowed their heads, when there was a tapping on the door.

"Who could that be, at this time of night?" Da wondered.

"I'll get it!" Feabie, full of curiousity, hopped out of her chair. She cautiously opened the door...

And stared wide-eyed at the woman on the doorstep. She had fire-red hair, that fell the to back of her knees. She wore a black-and-white dress, though like none Feabie had ever seen, and carried a long sword.

A shiver went through Feabie's young body, "Yes ma'am? May we help you?"

[Wolfgang Hype]

"Of course, not like I need you two hanging around anyway." Apollo said casually as he folded the message up a little and tossed it in their direction. "I'm supposed to be a mercenary, but my father has you tag along wherever I go and I'm treated like a prince half the time." He ranted his way over to the desk that had been provided and turned back to the matter at hand. "There are a few requests Gavril makes of you in that message and here's a note from me, those should get you anything you need." He hastily scribbled a note, folded and handed it to her. "Knock yourself out, you two take your job way too seriously."

[elizaTrickster]

((Thanks for involving Feabie, Eliza! ^^))

Feabie's mam returned from the woods just as Da was placing tonights broth on the table.

"Ah! I could smell your soup a mile away!" Mam declared, walking in the door, and giving her husband a kiss on the cheek. Her younger children clamored around her feet. Feabie continued to set the table.

"Ah, hello Fiona, dear! And, Fallon, I've missed you!" She gave the young twins a hug. She looked up to her oldest.

Feabie curtsied, "Welcome home, Mam."

"Such the lady." She ruffled her eldest's hair. "Perhaps you'll be a lady-in-waiting to some noblewoman. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Mam!" Feabie nodded excitedly, sending her honey-brown hair bouncing. Her mam knew how much she daydreamed about royalty.

"Perhaps someday. Come, your da's got dinner done."

The family sat around the beat-up table, and bowed their heads, when there was a tapping on the door.

"Who could that be, at this time of night?" Da wondered.

"I'll get it!" Feabie, full of curiousity, hopped out of her chair. She cautiously opened the door...

And stared wide-eyed at the woman on the doorstep. She had fire-red hair, that fell the to back of her knees. She wore a black-and-white dress, though like none Feabie had ever seen, and carried a long sword.

A shiver went through Feabie's young body, "Yes ma'am? May we help you?"


((No problem. I needed to get my character back somehow, and like hell she'd chat to some noble.))

The girl, who opened the cabin door, was little more than that. She looked like she couldn't be older than thirteen, maybe younger. Jasna opened her palms out in front of her, as to not appear as threatening.

"Hello. I am requiring a service. I find myself in great need of strawberries." Jasna's accent was slipping through, hopefully these were not the type of farm-people that distrusted outsiders. She couldn't help but smile at 'great need of strawberries'. Like anyone really needed strawberries but the farmers.

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

"Thank you Master Apollo!" Narina said as she took the note. She ran to the door without hesitation.

"Let's hope nothing goes to her head..." Arander said as he took over looking for his master formal attire.

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“So…” began the bartender, “What do you think was the cause of the dragon’s death?”

“I’m not quite sure.” said the old man. “It could very well have been the other dragon, but I somewhat dough it.”

“It was a Dragon Hunter…” Joahrean chimed in. “…Or, at least I think it might have been…”

“That is yet another possibility…” said the old man. “But it is just as slim as the other… I don’t recall the last time I saw a Dragon Hunter in these parts… By the way, you must be a traveler, for I have not seen you here before and your accent is rather foreign to me. Tell me, where do you come from?”

Joahrean was not quite sure how to answer this. “I… I… It’s a personal thing… I’d rather not talk about it…” she said quietly.

“Very well then.” said the old man as he finished his drink. “If you wish not to talk about it, you won’t have to…” He set a coin down on the bar and thanked the bartender. Standing up and heading toward the door, he looked to Joahrean for a moment and said, “Shall we go take care of that dragon now?”

Joahrean simply nodded, and followed him out the door.

[G.J]

Knocking demurely on the door, Elsie awaited the reply from the young barons son timidly. Vain was tall, though not as tall as Lord Gavril and his eyes were so dark! not to mention that blood red hair and the stoney face, devoid of emotion.
As the door opened she bobbed a curtsey and smiled as best she could
"Lord Gavril requests your presence Sir Lynial"

Vain had heard the knocking and sighed before getting up and heading over to answer. He knew it was important, after all no one really came to see him…just because. Most just tried to avoid him. He was because of the aura he sent off, he knew it but didn’t really care much. It was simply how it was raised.

Opening the door he was greeted by Lord Gavril’s maid, Elsie. “Hmm,” he replied slowly in a low tone. “Very well then.” He slipped into the hallway shutting the door behind him. Without waiting for Elsie he strode down in direction of Lord Gavril’s quarters, soon reaching it.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Strawberries, miss?" Feabie tilted her head, making sure she heard the woman correctly. They had beggars come by occasionally, and the Croys always obliged them food and shelter, but this is the first time she had someone specifically ask for strawberries.

Feabie's mam, overhearing the conversation, stepped towards the door. "Ah, yes, madam, we have strawberries by the plenty. My husband is a fine cook, he made a lovely strawberry pie for our dessert."

The woman inclined her head towards the wooden table, "Wouldn't you like to join us, milady?"

[Astareal]

Gavril looked up as Vain entered, putting down the book he'd been reading as he walked around. Growing immediatel serious he shook the young mans hand firmly and sat in one of the armchairs ringing for mulled wine. Elsie scuttled out of the room dutifully.
"Vain... I'm sure you've heard of the impending wedding in the lands of the Azure?"
Taking the wine with one hand as Elsie then proffered a glasss to the guest he sipped demurely before trying to find the right words
"I... am required to attend, though I would rather stay here I'm afraid that is something my mother simply will not allow"
Indicating the map with a sweep of the hand he smiled at Vain as he spoke
"Therefore... I am handing command of our forces to you in my absense, that is of course... if you will take it"

Something he wishes to discuss with me in private? thought Alexandir worriedly as he looked at his friend quizzically. Deciding that his new partner would not be able to detect telepethy yet he deigned it the best option as he linked his mind to the Princes. Generally frowned upone when in human form as rude it was still used at times, though other dragons could usually detect telepethy but not lsiten in on a conversation
My friend, My brother, what ails you?

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus stood up to make an attempt at keeping Britannia from running out. He sighed, standing about where his future mate had once stood. Hearing the voice in his head, he knew who it was and didn't bother to turn and look at him.

Ah, Alexandir, I fear I have messed this up beyond repair now. It was easy at first to keep her near and without question but now. I see no way to conceive her that this is her world and not across the barrier. She could make it if she tried, and you know the guards here won't stop her from leaving because she is going to be my mate.

I'm going to stop her if you wish to come with me. We can discuss the war the blacks are in if you are up to it. There's is much to discuss about that.

He let his friend take everything in before inclining his head to Alexandir before walking for the door at a brisk pace. Britannia didn't know the the palace layout like everyone else. With luck he should be able to find her.


But Marcus underestimated his future mate. She may have been timid and shy around others, but as she walked towards the gardens after having been shown the way, she didn't seem that way. Her adoptive parents always taught her, that when there was danger, though they weren't thinking of this kind, never let your emotions or personality control you.

Britannia took the lesson in stride as she opened the door to the garden. She glanced around quickly to make sure no one was there. Heading for the back wall, it didn't take her long to find a large tree whose branches went over the wall. She was grateful for the woods behind her house now and all the time she spent out there.

The first part of climbing the tree was the hardest without any hand holds and all of the branches were just out of her reach. Stepping onto a root which stuck up from the ground, she was able to jump and grab onto the lowest branch. The rest was easy as she moved through the tree with ease. As her feet touched the wall lightly, she looked down at how far it was from the ground.

She gulped as her heart started racing. She shook her trying to compose herself which didn't help much. I've got to do this. I want to go home... I don't belong here. Sorry, for ruining your plans Marcus...

[elizaTrickster]

"Strawberries, miss?" Feabie tilted her head, making sure she heard the woman correctly. They had beggars come by occasionally, and the Croys always obliged them food and shelter, but this is the first time she had someone specifically ask for strawberries.

Feabie's mam, overhearing the conversation, stepped towards the door. "Ah, yes, madam, we have strawberries by the plenty. My husband is a fine cook, he made a lovely strawberry pie for our dessert."

The woman inclined her head towards the wooden table, "Wouldn't you like to join us, milady?"

"I would be honoured, good woman. But please-there is no reason to call me 'lady'. I have not been accepted at court for years now."
Jasna admired the rustic dwelling. To most nobles, it would have been positively barbaric. In Jasna's homeland, however, this would be the abode of a rich merchant. Even the richest house never gave off such warmth. Fire, family, hard work, and food. Those were the essentials of life, Jasna supposed.
"I would, indeed, like to know the names of those I am imposing myself upon." Names would be useful later, when Jasna granted them a favour for their kindness.

[G.J]

Gavril looked up as Vain entered, putting down the book he'd been reading as he walked around. Growing immediatel serious he shook the young mans hand firmly and sat in one of the armchairs ringing for mulled wine. Elsie scuttled out of the room dutifully.
"Vain... I'm sure you've heard of the impending wedding in the lands of the Azure?"
Taking the wine with one hand as Elsie then proffered a glasss to the guest he sipped demurely before trying to find the right words
"I... am required to attend, though I would rather stay here I'm afraid that is something my mother simply will not allow"
Indicating the map with a sweep of the hand he smiled at Vain as he spoke
"Therefore... I am handing command of our forces to you in my absense, that is of course... if you will take it"


"Lord Gavril," Vain greeted as the door opened, bowing respectifully. He followed Gavril in and took a seat in the second chair. It seemed urgent, the way Gavril was so serious and in a way a bit nervous. He listened to what Gavril had to say, sipping at the wine he was given. When the proposition was given Vain raised a brow, "I..I don't know what to say. I accept of course, but aren't there officers with titles above mine? Why me?"

[Guendolen_Sama]

It did indeed take some time to get the queen's assorted and various acoutrements sorted and packed appropriately. Orla couldn't help but feel that so much pomp and circumstance was excessive, but as usual, she kept such thoughts to herself. The status quo was in place, after all. And part of it was such that a monarch was expected to make the finest of possible impressions, to be the most beautiful and most elaborately attired of them all.
All those trunks and cases, for just one trip? To be sure, it would be several days, at least, of festivities. Such was the case, when those of the upper class had a wedding. The guests came from all over, and must stay to be feted and appreciated for taking the time to make the journey. And it was not uncommon to have to change garments multiple times in one day. Especially for women. And again, especially for women, one ought not to be seen in the same gown too often.
Orla sighed as she finally went back to her own chambers. She had kept her own train of luggage as minimalist as possible. Even so, she felt she must be carrying far too many clothes. If only there wasn't such pageantry to such occasions. It felt like it were more trouble than it was worth. Then again, though, she had yet to marry. Seeing all this, part of her wondered if it was for the best. She would hate to see all this fuss and bother made because of something to do with her.
But by the same token, did she truly wish to be a waiting woman in someone else's royal court, her whole life?...
Even as they departed for the ceremony, Orla found herself harboring these conflicting thoughts.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"I would be honoured, good woman. But please-there is no reason to call me 'lady'. I have not been accepted at court for years now."
Jasna admired the rustic dwelling. To most nobles, it would have been positively barbaric. In Jasna's homeland, however, this would be the abode of a rich merchant. Even the richest house never gave off such warmth. Fire, family, hard work, and food. Those were the essentials of life, Jasna supposed.
"I would, indeed, like to know the names of those I am imposing myself upon." Names would be useful later, when Jasna granted them a favour for their kindness.

Feabie eyes widened, but she wisely swallowed her gasp. 'A noble? A dragon? Here! In my very own house! Oh, by the stars...'

Her mam smiled kindly at her guest as Da made up a plate for Jasna. Fresh vegetable broth, in a fine ceramic bowl, just chipped slightly. The best plates were always reserved for the guests.

"My name is Sophya, my husband Elias. And, our oldest, Feabie," Feabie smiled shyly at Jasna, "and our twins, Fiona and Fallon." She indicated the two toddlers who stared at the guest curiously.

"And don't think you are imposing at all, madam." Feabie smiled. "We're always happy to have guests. Da makes enough broth for an army!"

Her father chuckled from his seat. "Mind your manners, Feabie. Who may we have the honor of dining with, madam?"

***

There was much bustling and haste in the Chamber of Princesses rushed to pack the belongings of the Yellow Princesses. The three youngest chatted amongst themselves, but Princess Ohiko surveyed the scene with a hawk's eye.

A young maidservant carrying wine to the princesses tripped, and sent wine splattering all over the ground, like a blood-red stain on the marble floor. Out of nowhere, a sharp kick came to her side, sending her sprawling.

"Useless twit!" Ohiko cried, kicking the maidservant again, "Get out of my sight! GET OUT!" The girl ran for safety, as Ohiko watched her with narrowed eyes.

"What are you dolts staring at? Get back to work!" The servants obliged, the tension heightened in the room.

[elizaTrickster]

Feabie eyes widened, but she wisely swallowed her gasp. 'A noble? A dragon? Here! In my very own house! Oh, by the stars...'

Her mam smiled kindly at her guest as Da made up a plate for Jasna. Fresh vegetable broth, in a fine ceramic bowl, just chipped slightly. The best plates were always reserved for the guests.

"My name is Sophya, my husband Elias. And, our oldest, Feabie," Feabie smiled shyly at Jasna, "and our twins, Fiona and Fallon." She indicated the two toddlers who stared at the guest curiously.

"And don't think you are imposing at all, madam." Feabie smiled. "We're always happy to have guests. Da makes enough broth for an army!"

Her father chuckled from his seat. "Mind your manners, Feabie. Who may we have the honor of dining with, madam?"


"Jasna, formally of the Promrich lands. But you need not refer to me as anything other than Jasna."

The broth warmed Jasna all the way through. She hadn't even realized how cold she was after her fast-paced flight into these lands. On that note, she wasn't entirely sure where she was. There was plenty of time to worry about that. Nations were all the same, it was their problems that made them different.

"It has been a long time since I have been this far. Tell me, what news is there to be had? You do not need to sell me your homeland with only good news, for your broth has done that already."

Jasna finished that sentence lamely. She wasn't very good at keeping up conversation. She liked to ask questions, and if asked, give short answers. She had no need for 'niceties'.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Wow... so you're a dragon?" Feabie forgot her manners, but her mother made her remember with a pinch.

"Well, Lady Jasna, if I may address you thus -- we live far from the cities of the Azure Kingdom, but we have heard a tidbit of news," Sophya sipped her broth. "that the Blue Prince, Marcus, has returned from his sojourn in the Purple lands, and has taken a White Dragon as his bride."

"Isn't that amazing? An actual White Dragon! Teacher said they were all extinct, but--" Feabie was silenced again with another pinch. "Sorry, mam."

Elias finished the last of his soup, "I have some strawberry pie awaiting on the windowsill, Lady Jasna. Would you care for some?"

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

Narina wandered the halls a bit lost. She had never actually had to walk through them alone, except to the kitchen or bathroom. Other than that, she’d never been through the palace on her own, nor had she ever come this way. “Don’t tell me I’m lost…” she muttered to herself as she passed the same painting for a third time.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Arander was still looking for his master’s formal wear. He soon found quite a few nice looking things in various colors, mainly darks. Pulling a few out, he turned to Apollo and asked, “Will these work, Sir?”

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Joahrean followed the old man into the rather empty streets of the town. She didn’t like the silence of it, but did not dare break it. She was a bit relieved when the old man turned to her and spoke.

“I’ve a few things to pick up before I go into the forest.” he said. “If you still wish to go, then wait over by that edge of town.” He pointed in the direction that Joahrean had first come into the town from. “Not sure how long I shall be, I wouldn’t be surprised if you decided not to wait to go take care of the dead white dragon…”

“I shall go wait by the forest. Don’t be surprised if I go look for the dragon on my own.“ Joahrean said as she turned around and started in that direction. She didn’t look back to see the old man disappear between two buildings. She was somewhat anxious to get her mother’s cremation over with. What if the body was found by other dragons, and they some how found out that she was the last one with her mother and accuse her of killing her own mother. She shuttered at the thought.

It was then, while she was waiting that her mind started to wander from one thing to the next. She had yet to come across another dragons. Her mother had not ever told her stories about other dragons, so she wasn’t sure what they would be like. She was rather hoping that she wouldn’t come across any others and that she could live her new life here as a quite one, away from the dramas of life. She was never good with that sort of thing, and had very little experience in making friends because of her shyness. She wasn’t quite sure what all it was that made her shy, but she figured it could be out of fear of rejection.

If one had come by her, she would not have noticed them, for she seemed to be staring at the sky and at nothing.

[7000dominos]

What happened at the palace didn't matter to Ari. It shouldn't. She'd run from that life long ago simply because she couldn't stand it. Yet some vestige of forced royalty still remained. If the blue prince was taking a princess, that would mean....what? What would it mean for her? Or would it mean anything? It wasn't supposed to, hence the rural living in a forest cottage.

But she was curious. Who had he found? A dragon from another kingdom? Perhaps even a purple, like herself? Would she know the girl? Dare she foster the hope that the princess-to-be was naught more but a common girl in tattered, well-worn clothing? Of course, that was an impossibility. A fleeting whim borne on the breeze of fairy tale memories.

But, oh, to dream....

[elizaTrickster]

"Wow... so you're a dragon?" Feabie forgot her manners, but her mother made her remember with a pinch.

"Well, Lady Jasna, if I may address you thus -- we live far from the cities of the Azure Kingdom, but we have heard a tidbit of news," Sophya sipped her broth. "that the Blue Prince, Marcus, has returned from his sojourn in the Purple lands, and has taken a White Dragon as his bride."

"Isn't that amazing? An actual White Dragon! Teacher said they were all extinct, but--" Feabie was silenced again with another pinch. "Sorry, mam."

Elias finished the last of his soup, "I have some strawberry pie awaiting on the windowsill, Lady Jasna. Would you care for some?"


There were so many points Jasna could have chosen to address, but her mind was ruled by her stomach. "I would be delighted to sample some pie, but my dragon stomach demands much, so please cut me off."

Upon the news of the wedding, Jasna reflected. She didn't really care, but a white dragon was certainly interesting. It was almost enough to draw her towards the castle. She wouldn't be invited, of course, but there were other ways of getting in.

"I am a dragon, yes." Jasna had almost forgot the question. "There is no need to keep that quiet. I can fend off anyone who tries to steal a scale for luck, or whatever it is people do."

So the girl, Faebie, was learned. Jasna was silently working on some way to repay these people, and with this tidbit, she was almost settled on an idea. Jasna might take a ward.

[7000dominos]

The rich smell of damp earth wafted up to greet Arianna's sensitive nose as she pressed searching fingers further into the network of rough and twisting roots. The dirt stained her fingers nearly black and clung in thick, crescent shaped clods under her nails. Her mother--her adoptive mother--would have been appalled. Ari grinned. If only she knew....though, if tonight went against what Ari had planned, her mother might well know, anyway.

"Come now!" Ari scolded fiercely, grunting as she shifted another mound of mud out of the way. "You mustn't think like that. You're better than that, entirely capable. The task is child's play--Ah! Finally!"

Ari's dirt coated hands lifted a parcel from it's nook beneath the old tree she'd been lying in. The thing was roughly the size of a loaf of bread, and wrapped in oiled paper, to protect it from the devouring moisture of the earth. Ari unwrapped her package with careful fingers, folding away the oil-paper for later use. She revealed a carven box, coated in a shiny lacquer and inlaid with several semi-precious stones. It had been a gift from her parents on her last birthday before--

The jewelry box bore the inscription, "For all your secrets" though the box was all too conspicuous to hide anything. She hadn't quite figured out that secret yet.

With a smile, Ari wiped her dirty hands on her shirt...thing, and undid the silver latch. The box was inlaid with soft violet silk, and held very few, very precious items.

The first was a family portrait of her parents and herself as a toddler. Ari pulled this out to gaze at it for only a moment. It would be no good to have emotion clouding her mind tonight. The next was a letter from her dying mother. Ari's eyes passed over this altogether. The third item was a deep purple scale from her first transformation. It remain shiny, smooth, and unscratched as if it were brand new, and not almost ten years old. There were a few more items, knick-knacks from her childhood and life at the palace, all kept inside a black, satin drawstring purse. It was at the bottom of this bag she found what she was looking for.

With a grin, Ari stashed the all-important thing, rewrapped and stowed her box, and began for her flight (interpret that as you will) for the Blue Palace.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Wow..." was all Feabie could say when Jasna -- Lady Jasna -- revealed herself to be a dragon. She had seen only a very few in her short lifetime, but she knew, with a deep longing, that she wanted, no needed to be close to one. Of course, Feabie knew that genetics forbade her from ever being anything other than a skinny human girl, but still, to be close to a dragon, the creatures of legends... that was Feabie's dream.

Elias brought the much-raved strawberry pie from the kitchen, still hot. He cut a large piece for Jasna, and divided the rest among his three children. Fiona and Fallon both squealed at the prospect of dessert, and attacked their pie with toddler ferocity.

"Lady Jasna, will you be needing shelter for the night? We are more than willing to accomodate." Sophya spoke up.

[Wolfgang Hype]

{(Yeah, I'm just waiting for the Noir dragons to leave or the party to start....)}

[Astareal]

{{Sorry been a bit busy, We'll leave as soon as Narina arrives and picks out some clothing :) lol}}
Gavril looked at Vain carefully, assessing the man he would be leaving in charge of his entire armed forces whilest he was away.
"Vain... if it were up to me I would not be leaving at all, but know that I have chosen you based on your skills alone. I will not lie, there are those at court less than happy with my decision, those that would see you fail and believe that the cold hearted man they see you as should not lead our forces... but at least I know your emotions will not cloud your judgement"
Standing as he stretched his long legs he shuffled over to the fireplace, fatigued by the few hours sleep he'd snathed over the last few days and drew down an ornate sword. The sheathe was inlaid with gold of such intricate patterns the eye struggled to absorb it all. Drawing the blade, it sparkled in the firelight... pure black with a lining of crushed diamond that served to harden the balde beyond compare, a long, fairly thin double edged sword with a single line of gold running down the centre.
"This blade was given to me by my Grandfather... and yet still I have never drawn it in battle, our natural weapons as Dragons being stronger than any steel. In a few days time it will see its first use at nothing more than a ball."
Shaking his head as he re-sealed the blade he idly wondered where Narina was before scribbling on a piece of paper and handing it over to Vain
"Take this with you, its a signed order from me dictating your promotion and contains instructions to the palace staff to find you a quarters, supply you with new uniform and to have the blacksmith make you a diamond inlaid sword yourself. Make you sure you visit him to give him your specifications, the man can work wonders with a blade, any colour or design you choose"

Alexandir looked quizzically at Marcus as his fianceé left the room and sighed.
Chase her you idiot
Laughing slightly as he turned to leave for his own quarters he looked back once more as he passed the door and sighed lightly
You never were the ladies man were you?

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus frowned. No, I never was. He replied as he took off. Using his dragon form's sense of smell it was easy to tract down Britannia. He went straight through the gardens walking the same path that the future white dragon had. As he neared a large tree the scent went up. He followed it with ease and jumped down on the other side of the wall.

Following Britannia's scent into the woods, he tracted it all the way to a river. After crossing the river, he lost the scent. Frustrated he searched the area trying to find it. Giving up, he hurried back to the castle. Alexandir! He yelled out as he climbed back over the wall, running to find his friend.

Britannia stopped to rest, with her hands on her head, she paced around to get her breathing back to normal. She looked back at the way the river was, the same way back to the castle. She shook her head. "They'll find me if I stay..." She muttered before she continued walking. "At least I know my adoptive brother's trick worked. Marcus would have found me if it didn't." She sighed looking through the trees to try and see something else, but all she saw was the trees. It caused a deeper sigh but she didn't stop walking.

[elizaTrickster]

"Wow..." was all Feabie could say when Jasna -- Lady Jasna -- revealed herself to be a dragon. She had seen only a very few in her short lifetime, but she knew, with a deep longing, that she wanted, no needed to be close to one. Of course, Feabie knew that genetics forbade her from ever being anything other than a skinny human girl, but still, to be close to a dragon, the creatures of legends... that was Feabie's dream.

Elias brought the much-raved strawberry pie from the kitchen, still hot. He cut a large piece for Jasna, and divided the rest among his three children. Fiona and Fallon both squealed at the prospect of dessert, and attacked their pie with toddler ferocity.

"Lady Jasna, will you be needing shelter for the night? We are more than willing to accomodate." Sophya spoke up.

"I do believe I will need a place to stay. I have traveled too far, too quickly. It would be dangerous for me to continue this way. The favor I owe you is getting greater by the moment, I'll have you know." Jasna leaned back in her chair, finished with the pie. "I'll have to think of something really good. Is there anything your family is in need of? Any service I can perform?"

For a common family, they seemed to be doing fairly well. The blue dragons were keeping their kingdom well- fed and safe. Which was refreshing.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Well --" Feabie was about to blurt out, 'Take me with you!', when her mother put a hand over her mouth.

"Your prescence is an honor to us in our home, Lady Jasna. We do not require anything from you." Sophya replied, while her husband cleared the table.

"Feabie, dear, would you show Lady Jasna to her room?" Feabie hoped out of her chair, her purple hair flying.

"Right this way, madam," Feabie led the woman down a hall.

"So... um, are you going to the wedding? Prince Marcus's one, I mean."

[elizaTrickster]

Quietly nodding to the rest of the family, Jasna followed Faebie down the hallway, towards her room."I will not be invited to such an affair, but I plan on sneaking in. What's life without a bit of espionage, anyway?"
Jasna looked at this small girl. Her whole life was ahead of her, but what was there her for her? A life of hard labour and an eventual marriage to expand the farm? That was not a fate Jasna thought fit for such a clever girl.
"Tell me, Faebie, you were going to speak before your mother hushed you. What was it that you were going to ask for?"
Jasna couldn't not perform a service, bound by unwritten magical law. And if this girl had something for Jasna to do, all the better. Jasna had a wedding to crash, after all.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Wow, you're going to crash their wedding? That's so--" she paused, making sure none of her family were around, "-- neat!" Feabie finished in a whisper.

The girl listened to Jasna's query, flushed and picked at her overalls. "Um... well, since you're, um, going to the Blue Court, um, Lady Jasna, err... Ikindathoughtyoumighttakemewithyou?" The last came in a rush. "That is... I mean... I just want to see the dragons. And maybe become a lady-in-waiting. Or even just a kitchen maid. I don't know." She bowed, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I know I'm intruding."

[elizaTrickster]

Jasna laughed her booming laugh. "You are not at all intruding! In fact, I probably would not have settled for anything other than the promise of whisking you away from here! Why limit yourself to lady-in-waiting or kitchen maid, when you could one day be a princess? Oh the romance of it all!"
Jasna realized she might be scaring the poor girl. "I'm sorry I quite forgot myself. Just remember to dream, little Faebie. But before I agree to take you to court, you must answer me this one question: Can you ride?"

[Glyph Bellchime]

Feabie's eyes welled up with tears. A lady-in-waiting? Or even a princess? It was hard for her to get her mind around. A woodcutter's daughter, in the company of a Dragon, going to the Blue Court... it was overwhelming.

"I have ridden since I could walk. My Lady Jasna, I do submit to your service." She attempted a curtsey, almost toppling over as she did so.

"Gonna have to get my mam to agree to that, though," she mused.

[elizaTrickster]

"I think you misunderstand, but nevermind. It will be a lot more fun this way." Jasna tapped a finger on her cheek in a patronizing gesture.

"You mother may be a problem... I could always kidnap you." Jasna joked. "I'm sure she'll be fine with it. Plant a seed tonight and let her sleep on it. Make sure you are not too obvious. If you find you can't be sneak with your own mother, then that'll just have to be something I break you of later."

Jasna paused in the doorway of her room. "Oh, another thing. I am no longer a noble. When you address me, use my name without titles. And -please- don't curtsey. In my country, curtsies were a sign of a weak heart."

[Yuuki_Rin_Morra]

After wandering about the halls for a wile and having asked directions from a servant she had passed, Narina soon found her way to Gavril's room. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

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"Are you ready to go?" asked the old man.

Joahrean just barely heard him and snapped back into reality. "Wha- Oh yes, I am."

"Very well then." said the old man as he began to head into the forest. "Follow me then."

Joahrean simply nodded and followed the old man into the forest. He seemed to know his way around, and she was glad for that cause if she was to try to get back to her mother on her own, she'd probably end up getting lost.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Um, right!" Feabie replied, trying to remember all that. 'Don't curtsy, don't call her 'lady', right. Okay. "Goodnight, um, Jasna." She still felt odd.

"Help me clear the table, Feabie sweetie." Sophya looked up as her daughter came back into the main room, "Does Lady Jasna find her room to her satisfaction?"

"Yes ma'am," Feabie picked up a few of the china plates. "Um, mam?"

"Yes, dear?" Her mother absentmindedly replied.

"Um, when I grow up, do you, um, really want me to become a lady-in-waiting?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful." Sophya said wistfully, "Though, many of the ladies and maids in the Blue Court are nobility themselves, so you would need to refine your manners and speech and your walk. Everything you do would have to be graceful."

"Who, um, could I learn that from?"

"Oh, not me, of course," her mam laughed, "I wouldn't know which fork to use. We could hire a governess, but their rates are exorbiant, and we need to save every shekel we get."

"Ah. Um, I was telling, um, Lady Jasna about this -- she and I were just talking, you know -- and um, I told her how I wanted so much to go to the Blue Court, and, um... she's probably gonna leave tomorrow, and... canIgowithherpleasepleaseplease???"

"My heavens! Slow down, child. Go to the Blue Court, with Lady Jasna? You didn't intrude this idea upon her, did you?"

"No! Of course not," Feabie shook her head vehemiantly, "she suggested it. I thought, she could teach me manners and all that stuff you mentioned. Please, mam? I think this'll be really good for me."

Her mother stared at the walls of the cottage. It seemed to Feabie that her eyes were watery.

"Oh, mam... I'm sorry--"

"Oh, Feabie!" Sophya sniffled, and wiped away a tear. "You're nearly fifteen. By all rights, we should have already been looking for a husband for you, but I wanted to keep you here as long as possible. You're my baby, after all."

She gathered her daughter in her arms, openly crying. "But, I want you to have a bright future. I don't want you to take up the dangerous trade of logging, nor do I want you to be some backwoods farmer's wife. I want to see you lovely and beautiful. I don't want to send you away, but... I think this is for the best."

Feabie's green eyes widened, "Really, mam?"

"Yes... now, go pack your things. And try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day, after all."

"Oh, thank you! ThankyouthankyouTHANK YOU!" She hugged her mother, and skittered off to her room. Her mother went back to clearing the table, through watery eyes.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Aw, Feabie is so darn cute! I just want to hug her.... Orla is going to like her. :))

In the purple kingdom, a journey was being undertaken. Some traveled on the ground, via regular conveyance. Still others moved in dragon form. Orla stuck out, in the group; her gold-yellow amongst all the amethyst. Granted, that was to be expected, under the circumstances. To travel as dragons all the way was exhausting, but covering as much of the journey as possible that way would shorten it.
Granted, at times they had to slow things down. After all, the servants and other human attendants had to travel at a more sedate speed. And none would ever ask a noble to carry things as they flew, even though they were so much stronger....
Thus, they journeyed on. Orla wasn't looking forward to the festivities, even though no one but her knew she felt such a way. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could keep to the background. Perhaps find someone like-minded to talk to. But that was too much to hope for, perhaps.

[elizaTrickster]

Chuckling to herself as she prepared for bed, Jasna listened to Faebie's cries of joy. This would really be a good thing for her, and maybe for Jasna too. She never realized before this moment that she would have to constantly protect someone. Sure, she had done it before when escorting people from town to town, but never someone so ... innocent?

Faebie knew little of the world, which could be a good or a bad thing depending upon who they meet on their journey. Then there was always the part about sneaking into the wedding...

Giving up on these unanswerable questions, Jasna curled up like a cat, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

((I know! Not like she's a little pet, but sorta.))

[Glyph Bellchime]

((Feabie's character is largely based on my little sister (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/Menae_the_Thorn/Alex.jpg), although Feabie is older.))

The procession of the Yellow Court could not move out until the ceremonial gong was rung. Slave girls were busy fanning the Yellow Princesses while they lounged in their litters on sumptous pillows. Princess Ohiko delicately plucked a prawn from a silver tray offered to her by a bowing servant.

"I do wish they would do away with all this pomp," one of her sisters whined, "if I were Queen, I'd command the slaves to pack and leave by mid-afternoon."

"Goodness," another princess commented, "that would really exhaust them."

"So?" the third interjected. "They're just slaves. No better than the hounds we toss our dinner scraps to."

"It just goes to show," Ohiko snapped, causing all three to look her way, "that none of you flighty twits have the slightest idea on how to properly manage slaves." As if to demonstrate, Ohiko snapped her delicate fingers, causing one of the slave girls to fan her more quickly. "You must treat them decently, but not too well, for they will rise up and slit your throat in your sleep."

The other princesses shuddered. More than one of them glared at Ohiko's snobbery, perhaps hoping the same thing may befall her.

Suddenly, there was the deep, ringing sound of a gong, and the litters jolted as the procession moved.

"Finally." Ohiko whispered, sinking back into the pillows, her obsidian hair falling in rivers.

[Astareal]

Gavril sighed as he nodded to Vain and spoke clearly
"I'm sorry to impose such a burden upon you Vain, and equally sorry to cut this meeting so short. You have the written instructions but now, I have a wedding to prepare for"
Shaking his hand firmly before showing him the door, he blinked in surprise as Narina stood on the other side looking a little pink in the cheeks. Apologising once more to lord Vain he smiled at Narina and bade her welcome
"Good evening Narina, do come in"
Side stepping as he left the door open he wondered why he still had to go to this damned wedding, why he must waste his time with nicities instead of spending his energies on he war.
"Feel free to choose me something suitable, I'm afraid I don't have time to spend picking out court clothing, however much my mother would like me to do so"
Pacing once more to the large map on the wall he moved the pins yet again, shaking his head and muttering as countless possibilities passed through his head. Almost as an afterthought he turned to Narina once more
"And don't forgot to procure mething nice from the palace clothier. Even better, take something from Eliza's wardrobe, she's out hunting today and won't be back til late, the spoilt mare won't notice the lack of a few dresses"

Alexandir span as he heard the voice reverberating down the corridors and hastily put a hand over his friends mouth as he came to a stuttering halt
"Not so loud" he whispered warningly in the princes ear "If indeed there is a problem, surely you do not want all ears privy? especially concerning your upcoming marraige"
Narrowed and hardened eyes widened in alarm as realisation dawned and he embraced his friend.
"I'm sorry, my harsh words have driven her off!" still speaking in hushed tones he parted his clasp and leant close "Tell me where you lost her scent and I shall continue the search tonight. Act as if nothing is amiss my lord, the wedding declaration has been sent and already your guests are on the way. We simply cannot let this wedding fail now, to lose such face would be unimaginable"

{{Sorry, Been at my dads house since saturday with limited time and internet access. I'll be home on sunday but I'll try to post when I can.}}

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus nodded his head. He trusted his friend. The one person who he knew would stand by him until the either died. "I didn't think I was that loud." He muttered shaking his head just slightly. "I lost the scent at the river which you know is not normally a problem, but I lost it. Crossed the river and still couldn't pick it back up." His face paled as he thought of all of the possibilities on why he didn't pick up the scent again. The one appearing in his head more then once scared him.

[Astareal]

{{Badump de bump?

I normally hate bumping but I like this thread}}

[Coga]

((hehe.. sorry. This RP kind of got away from me. Lets try entering back in my characters))

((... um.. but I need a small update, I'm a little lost.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(The biggest plot events seem to be that Britannia is trying to run away and that Jasna has asked Feabie to come with her as an attendant/servant. I believe there's been some military plotting- that's always been a bit unclear, to me- and everyone else is traveling for the wedding. That's why I haven't been posting; I need to judiciously time mine in order to make the travel distance realistic, but I have no one to interact with at present.)

[Coga]

((my characters are also traveling. I have no idea how much time has passed though so I have no idea if they should have gotten there my now. Thats why I lost track of things, I didn't really have anything to do while my guys are traveling.))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Hm, if all else fails, we could always run into each other en route. ;) But I need to go, for a while now. See you later.)

[Coga]

((Alright. See ya. In the mean time, I need to figure out some things geographically so I can find out how long its going to take my guys to get there and how long they have already traveled.))

[AvengerSpirit]

((Astareal, I'm kind of waiting on you to post so I can go on.))

[Glyph Bellchime]

The early-morning sun shone through the windows of the small cottage as Feabie padded along the hall in her nightgown. She had slept little -- the thought of traveling with an actual dragon had thrilled her so much that slumber eluded her. Still, she kept her excitement on a leash as she knocked on Jasna's door.

"La-- er, Jasna? Breakfast! We got waffles, with strawberries." She added inticingly.

[Astareal]

{{Sorry, I was sort of waiting for the Black Enclave to post as well haha}}

Alexandir nodded calmly as he embraced his friend before smiling gently.
"If any should ask, I have left to make preparations for the wedding in two days time. Leave your mind open to me my brother, I will inform you of any progress" Smiling as he turned and left at a jog he leapt off the wall like a dancer as heads turned in shock before he twisted in the air, wings blooming from the sides of his back before the rest of the transformation took hold. Arcing through the air as he twisted and turned, the castle was soon a receding dot. With the river where the Prince had lost the scent growing ever closer he eventually slowed, aware of the large shadow he cast on the ground below, thick enough to break through the canopy of trees before he descended. He'd never been a particularly powerful dragon, but always he'd been so very graceful. Not many could turn in the air like Alex, and only few could turn back to human form as they landed so. Toes touching the floor as his tattered shirt flapped about his shoulders, wings retracting last, landing quietly, perfectly in the hushed forest, once more a man.

[Coga]

((I think I figured out a way to enter.))

Urlis's nostrils' flared slightly as he sensed a familiar scent, yet one he had never smelled before. He sat up in the meadow he laid in, his silver hair blowing in a slight breeze, and with the breeze came a scent.. a scent like his. Could it really.. the thought formed, but he didn't complete it. If it was, he would find out soon enough. If there really was another white dragon in these lands.. then maybe he was not the last after all. He got to his feet, and picked his sword and shield back up. Back on the other side, they took on the form of mundane equipment, but if they had that form on this side he thought they would draw almost as much attention as the cloths he chose to ware, which although quite normal on the other side would always cause a few heads to turn when he passed by a city. He started off, fallowing the scent, in the direction of the blue capital is he learned the geography of this world well enough.

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus nodded his head grateful to his friend. He left the link open as they had done many times before. A guard approached him, beckoning that his mother, the Queen wished to speak with him in her private chambers. The prince nodded his head and went as fast as his walking speed could take him to his mother. They're talk involved many the details of the wedding and more about his future mate, including the color she was, given that he had announced to anyone besides of Alex what Britannia was.

~~~~~

Britannia sighed as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She wished she had her prized hoodie from back home. Home. It was a place she could never call here, or never to get back to. The thought made her stop walking and lean up against a tall oak tree. She forced tears to not fall, as she looked around. It would be getting dark soon. She knew how to survive in the wild, even if she didn't like it, her adpotive father had made sure she knew. So she set off to get things to together for a shelter or a cave if she could and then try to find some food on the way.

[Astareal]

Alexandir ran through the forest like an elf, ducking left and right as branches swept past his head he heightened his senses using magical alterations. A thin lense over his eyes, extra sensetivity in his ears.
Shelter! the rain was going to break soon and even Brittania wasn't going to stay out in this weather. Speeding up as he veered east he made for Sutcliffe caverns

[AvengerSpirit]

Stopping to glance up at the sky, Britannia frowned. Her arms were full of stick, leaves and a few other things. There were a few fruits and berries in her pockets. A mountain was finally in view and with it she could see a few caves. She smiled to herself as she started up. By the time she reached a mid level cavern, the rain was coming down, drenching her clothes all the way through. To save the supplies in her hands, she put them under her clothing. It did help a bit. She took them out and tried drying them as best as she could so she could get a fire going to dry her clothes off with.

[elizaTrickster]

The early-morning sun shone through the windows of the small cottage as Feabie padded along the hall in her nightgown. She had slept little -- the thought of traveling with an actual dragon had thrilled her so much that slumber eluded her. Still, she kept her excitement on a leash as she knocked on Jasna's door.

"La-- er, Jasna? Breakfast! We got waffles, with strawberries." She added inticingly.

Wiping the drool from her mouth, Jasna grumbled that she's be there in a second. Jasna always felt like crap after sleeping with her mouth open. That usually only happened when she was completely exhausted, and when she didn't move all night. Jasna rubbed her stiff neck and chewed some mint leaves.
After making herself look presentable enough, Jasna left her room and made her way into the kitchen. She hadn't meant to be grumpy with Faebie, but that was just something the girl would have to get used to. Jasna was not a morning person. No matter how good strawberries are.

[Glyph Bellchime]

Feabie received some incoherent reply from behind the door, which the girl took to mean something along the lines of 'I'll be there in a minute'. She shrugged, and joined her father and younger siblings at the table. Sophya had left at dawn to begin logging work on a different part of the forest. Her da carefully fed a bit of waffle to Fiona as Feabie sat down.

"Is Lady Jasna coming to breakfast?" he inquired of his eldest daughter.

"Yeah, she'll be here in a minute." Feabie placed her napkin in her lap, as manners dictated, and began cutting into her waffle.

[Coga]

Though he traveled by land, it didn't take Urlis very long to reach his intended destination. He was fallowing the smell of the other white dragon, and it brought him from what he could tell of this land's geography, fairly close to the blue capital. He wondered if this dragon had faded into the other side like he and his sister had, or if they had been staying here for all this time.. but he would find out just once he found them. The smell was stronger now, as he grew closer, so he knew he was tracking a currently living dragon, though because the trail was so weak they were either wet or had not been here for a while. He suddenly perked up as he caught a stronger sense of the trail not too far off, which must mean that it was a living dragon he was tracking at this point, though he was now close enough to determine that, like him, it was in human form at the moment. Still, his human form did nothing to weaken his great dragon senses and he was able to continue to fallow the scent, hopeful that he could actually meet another of his kind.

[Astareal]

Entering the cave carefully, reaching up to direct himself under the lip of rock jutting outwards, Alexandir stepped in out of the rain. Shrugging off his drenched coat as his long blonde hair fell in clumps, a contrast to his normally tidy appearance he made his way towards the glow a little further down. Seeing Brittania huddled, half drowned in the gllomy night.
Padding silently across the hollow in the mountain, he cleared his throat to declare his prescence and seated himself on the other side of the fire. Looking into the flames as he spoke to the sullen girl across from him, he spoke with concern
"I guess this is all pretty scary to you huh?"

{{I was waiting for the person playing Narina to post so that I could send the black dragon entourage heading towards the blue's, but I guess I'll have to skip it}}

Storming into her brothers chambers nonchalantly as she swung her long aubern hair out of her eyes, Eliza stopped mid-sentence realizing that her brother wasn't there. Turning to the maid Elsie, as Narina continued perusing clothes before her she demanding to know his location
"But he set off two hours ago m'am, Said that your family and those folks with Lord Apollo would follow when you felt fit"

Winging his way over the barren valleys of the Kingdom, Gavril swung his mighty bulk with ease. An impressive size, even among the Wild Dragons, his gargantuan form left a black imprint on the land below as animals scattered away from the shadow. Knowing that the others would like as not leave in the morning, he enjoyed the solitude his night-time flight brought him and reveled in his piece of mind. Apollo might try to follow of course, palace life had disagreed with the mercenary, who found it tedious and dull. Snorting a thin flame of fire as he banked left, catching on a thermal and rising higher into the star lit skies... his heart filled with joy for the briefest of moments before the weight of the kingdom settled in his mind once more.

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia looked up and gulped. She hadn't heard him coming. She had started to move backwards until she heard his words. "You really have no idea." She responded sitting back down and putting her hands out to the fire. She had been thinking of taking off her soaked clothes to let them dry as close to the fire as she could get them, but she wasn't going to do so with a male there. Normally, she had no form of modesty when it came to survival but in a land that she knew nothing about, she didn't know if it would be better to get sick and die or piss some more royalty off. "I'm not going back. I'm still going home and you catching me isn't going to chance that."

[Astareal]

"You could be a Princess, a whole kingdom at your beck and call"
Alexandirs eye's took a strange shine as he spoke, his words encombed in passion as he looked up to face her
"You could be the hope of a world, a world believing that an entire culture, a people has been lost to time"
Standing as he edged closer, hand extended a gesture of friendship he smiled
"It was wrong of Marcus to press this upon you when you are so unprepared..."
Sadness filling his features as he sighed heavily, embers from the fire dacing in his pale blue eyes
"But he is my best friend and I beg of you, please do not leave him so soon... the royalty from all our corners converge and to find him brideless now, the shame"

[AvengerSpirit]

"I don't want to be something like that. I may have fancied as a child what it was like, but never truly wanted to be one. They're all -uh." She couldn't even make herself continue with her thoughts on the royalty she had studied in school and had so come to hate. "The fate of another world isn't my problem. I may become like one of you, but I will never be one of you. And you can't say its not true. I wasn't raised like you were and I will never be able to view things like you do. I'll always be an outsider, here and back home." As Alexandir stood up and came closer, Britannia jumped to her feet and moved backwards. She eyed his hand slightly still hesitant to take it. "I don't want this. I only agreed because I didn't understand," her voice softened up, back to the shy tone she was so used to using. "I just want to see my family again and pretend none of this happened..."

[Astareal]

"Your a dragon now... the barrier won't let you pass"
Lowering his head and gazing at the floor, blonde locks dripping water that sizzled on the fire he continued
"By all rights, you should never have passed. And what if you did return? Would the people of your land be accepting to your new abilities? Would you be an outcast? A freak?"
His voice trailed emotion like his hair ripped the moisture from the outside rain and he looked up once more
"I'm sorry this ever happened to you... I'm sorry I can't change it, but If I can find out why the barrier let you pass back then... before your blood awakened, maybe I can free you"
Speaking sincerely as he began to pace he tried to force a smile
"I cant try.... right?"

[AvengerSpirit]

"I'm sure I could keep them hidden. From what I understand, you only turn into a... dragon... once you're eighteen. My eighteenth birthday isn't for months now. Marcus said the only reason, I had to be bonded with the blood was because of what happened on the other side and that it started to chance... me and that my body wasn't able to handle it since I was so young." Britannia shrugged and leaned back against the wall of the cave, before she nodded. "You... can try. Though, we don't know if I can't pass back anyway, no one will let me try. It might be that one can pass back and forth but none of you people have dared to try it. Well, by rights, I'm going to try." She said looking up at him.

[Astareal]

Nodding slightly as he accepted the inevitable, Alexandir sighed heavily, leaning against the wall wearily.
"I can't say anything to change your mind can I?"
Shaking his head as he began to lower himself into a sitting position, he put his head in his hands and silently praying that she might change her mind he felt despair well up inside him, the feeling of failure that would only intensify when he saw the good Prince Marcus
"Very well... I shall take you"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia's head rose up in surprise. "You really mean that?" She smiled at him. "I'd appreciate it. You know if I can cross over I'll come back. I can't really belong to any side anymore and I'm not one to forget anything. But I think there's something I have to do first." She stood up and walked over to him. She knelt down beside him and put her back against the wall again. "I've got to apologize to Marcus and to those royals that are coming for nothing. But maybe it could also be a good place to talk about this whole mess. Maybe someone will have answers we don't, you know?"

[Astareal]

"Maybe... but maybe if you go back there, you won't find the heart to leave again"
Clinking back a tear, Alexandir shivered in the cold and without thinking, he drew the earth around him. Shaping it quickly, with a mere thought, he wove the tendrils of energy into a pattern that would suit his needs and smiled as the earth behind him curved upwards, shielding both himself and the fire form the wind.
"Maybe, Maybe, Maybe. Do we truly know so little?"
He lay back, resting his head against the softer earth behind him, a gentle slope beneath as he sought comfort.
"Whatever happens, it is unwise to travel in these conditions... I took a risk to find you, but here we will stay for the night"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia nodded in understanding. "Uh... if you hadn't noticed my clothes are still soaked and I'm going to get sick if I stay in them... but uh..." She sighed. "I need to get my clothes dry and I don't have spares. Hungry?" She asked as she moved over to some of the berries she collected. She ate a few of them before offering him some.

[Astareal]

Smiling as he accepted the berries, Alex reached into the small leather pack on his left shoulder and pulled out a few pieces of cured meat. Passing a few over in exchange he smiled awkwardly at the situation and pulled his own shirt off to hold it over the fire. The firelight shone in the water on his lean muscles as he waited patiently for the thing to dry before throwing it to Brittania and turning his back politely, knowing that it would like as not reach to her knees

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia smiled her thanks as she waited until he turned around and stripped out of her shirt. She kept her under clothes out and slipped Alexandir's shirt on over her head. She frowned and took off her hands putting both pieces of clothing by the fire so they could dry. She sat down and pull the shirt down as far as it could go so neither one of them would feel too awkward about the situation. She accepted the meat and ate it slowly. "None of us have water to do we?"

[Astareal]

Actually laughing at the question, feeling mirth for the first time in what had been a long day, Alexandir emptied the contents of the leather bag on the floor and stood up into the wind. The scattered items lay on the floor like childrens toys, a few pieces of meat, a book, a few coins and an old dagger. Pointedly avoiding the sight of the young girl in his own shirt he turned his back to her and made his way to the entrance wordlessly and held the leather bag out into the driving rain. Waiting several minutes for it to fill, he called over his shoulder
"Save some of those berries, if we heat the water we can use them with the meat to make a stew"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia nodded her head. "I know how to survive." She replied with a smile on her face. "How long do storms last over here?" She looked around the cave. It was going to be a long night. One they could spend in awkward silence or she could try talking, which she liked much better.

[Astareal]

"Four or five hours"
Strolling leisurely back into the cave, he seated himself and spread a small cloth form the bag onto the makeshift cusion of earth behind so that he could lie down without soiling himself. Chuckling under his breath as he warmed his hands under the fire he smiled at the would-be princess and hung his head
"Marcus can't contact me because of the storm... I suspect we'll have to leave in the early light to avoid suspicion"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia scoffed. "Where I'm from its assumed no matter how long you were gone. It didn't matter if nothing really happened," she shrugged. "But that's with all the preps in my school. I just had my own little group I sat with everyday..." She trailed off staring into the fire. "They probably think I'm dead... or worse, their imagination have gotten the better of them. They've probably come up with that I was kidnapped, held hostage, raped and maybe even gang raped before being brutally killed off, and my body left to rot where no one will ever find me..." She frowned trying not to sigh and she put her head on her knees.

[Glyph Bellchime]

(-Looks around-)

(Anyone seen Eliza?)

[Guendolen_Sama]

(She's been on.... I wonder if this slipped her mind? Me, I can't really post again until time has passed. Given that we're traveling and I as yet have no other characters to interact with. Anyone free we could realistically meet en route?...)

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Um, well, Ohiko was on her way with the Yellow Court to the Blue Kingdom. Perhaps she can lose her way while taking a bathroom break, or something? :D)

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Hoo boy, that would be an interesting meeting. Two female yellows, one a snob and one who can't stand snobbery! Hee hee.)

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Tell me about it. Perhaps they can see past their differences?

I just remembered that Orla is a Yellow as well, so she would know of Ohiko, perhaps.

Probably should PM Eliza. Don't want Feabie to reach a dead end.)

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I'm not so sure of that, given the strong disparities in personality. ;) But see if Eliza posts next time she's on. If not, PM her. And yes, Orla would definitely know of Ohiko. And all her fits and starts and other mannerisms....)

[Coga]

Urlis grew close to an area which was heavy in storm. The smell became difficult to track and if he drew much closer he would be caught up in the raging rain.. still, he could not allow himself to lose the trail of what was possibly the only other surviving member of his kind. He pulled his shield and reverted to his dragon form, judging it was too dark for anyone to see what color he was. It was raining too heavily for flying but he would he able to move faster and track the smell better in this form. When he shifted form, his shield shifted form back into the dragon scales it was forged from, and he used his wings to stretch it above him as a rain shield, to provide him a small amount of protection at least. Then he ran into the storm, trying to keep track of the scent.

[Astareal]

{{Gavril is currently winging his way south, I'm sure if the Yellow caravan spotted him flying in the distance they would send a guard or messenger of some sorts to hail him and state his business as a safety precaution, after all it could be a threat to royalty or a wild dragon}}

[Coga]

((Yeah.. I need a better sense of the geography around here, because I have a green caravan heading in from wherever the green capital is to the blue capital and I need to know how long its going to take and who I might meet on the way))

[Glyph Bellchime]

{{Gavril is currently winging his way south, I'm sure if the Yellow caravan spotted him flying in the distance they would send a guard or messenger of some sorts to hail him and state his business as a safety precaution, after all it could be a threat to royalty or a wild dragon}}

(Yes, that sounds right.)

The Yellow Court had paused momentarily near the border of the Yellow-Black Kingdoms. Servants rushed about, setting up tents for the Royal Family, and busying themselves preparing wine and delicacies for the family's repast.

Crown Princess Ohiko sat away from her sister, and closer to her father, as was the custom. A slave girl fanned her with an ostrich-feathered fan. Another bowed before them both, offering sweetmeats and truffles.

"Father," Ohiko stated as she delicately nibbled on a truffle, "must we uproot the entire court to attend a stupid wedding? Could not we have just sent some jewel-encrusted bauble and be done with it?"

The king chuckled, "Ohiko, my dear, you are as impatient as your mother was. Under ordinary circumstances, we would've, but this is special. Prince Marcus is being wed to a White Dragon."

Ohiko sat up. "Truly? I thought they were merely myths."

"They have not been seen on this world in thousands of years, so it would be natural to assume they had died out. This is a female from the other side -- from a realm called 'Earth'." The king paused while he took a sip of his wine. "By attending this ceremony, we would not only get to gauge this girl's mannerisms and appearance, but also solidify our alliance with the Blue King and Queen."

"I see." Ohiko mused.

A servant ran up to the pair under their cloth of gold tent. "Your Majesty, our scouts have spotted a Black Dragon flying over the camp. Shall we attempt to signal him?"

"Might as well. The entire court is here. It makes us vulnerable to have everyone in one place." The king replied.

"Perhaps it would be safer to divide the court in half, and take different routes to the Blue Kingdom." Ohiko observed.

"Excellent idea, daughter. I shall give it some thought. But, first, let us see if this Dragon has any business with us." The king nodded to the servant, who rushed off to relay the message to the scouts.

[Astareal]

{{I'm not sure there's been a specific map set out. However, I've chosen to plant the Noir in the most northern privince. Noir lands are a barren affair, seeing a great deal of heat in the summer and heavy snow in the winter, snowmelt gathers in select valleys where the most fertile land is to be found. It is this they fight for the retainment of. Not sure Why but the yellows have always seemed eastern to me? Not in appearance or mannerism etc, it just fits}}

Noticing the concentration of thoughts some miles to the south-east, Gavril veered slightly to the west, content in his solitude. Eventually, when they indeed spotted him flying he sighed as they followed the due protocol and two lithe Yellow dragons ascended towards him. Slowing his flight in respect, yet not declining in altitude in a contrasting gesture that would cause them to expend more energy climbing he snorted tongues of flame as they peddeled backwards in a defensive position.
Identify yourself please
Requested the smaller of the two as it's eyes tracked the thin jets of flame piercing the air, a mingled blue and orange that evaporated the water in its wake. Gavril ragarded the male with a contemptuous gaze as he smirked and the question was repeated. The two dragons were fairly large he guessed, The Yellows were a lithe breed, agile and fast but lacking in the raw power of his own kind and next to him, the two sentries looked like adolescents. Roaring the impudent solider into silence mid-sentance as he asked for the third time, Gavril suddenly folded his wings and dropped headlong into the abyss below. Laughing cruelly in his mind as the startled dragons fell into a dive behind him his extra weight allowed him to gain velocity at a faster rate and he felt the rush of the chase upon him. Angling himself at the centre of the encampment he fell a thousand feet or more in seconds and twisted as he unfolded his giant claw tipped wings to catch the air. Slowing as the yellow beasts caught up he twisted to the right as they unfurled slower than he had, rocketing past at the wrong angle before launching them selves after him once more. Tearing into a clearing of the encampment in a blurring mass of power he felt the earth tremble as his claws took hold, the two sentries closing in fast on his position. Striding forwards even as he changed form he took the shaking earth as the landed in his stride, managing to balance on just two legs against the shock of the impact. Jacket open as he began to walk he was stopped in his tracks by a panting guard pressing a pike against his chest.
Ahh... the quiet one, I should have guess he had the most initiative

Eyes opening in schock as the girls words registered he stammered, lost for words.
"P...P...People consider and discuss such things so frivilously in your lands?"
Shaking his head as he refrained himself from touching her shoulder or pulling her to himself for comfort he sighed heavily as he imagined her land, so full of strange technologies and customs
"I confess, the working folk here be crude at times... but to consider such events and be severly perturbed is beyond me"

[AvengerSpirit]

A laugh sounded around the cave. The teenage girl was smiling as she tried to stop smiling. She nodded her head, as the laughter died down but her smile continued. "Oh yes, they sit in class at the end of the day and talk about their plans for the weekend. Sex, drugs, partying. The list goes on," Britannia rolled her eyes. "For me your world is an ancient culture. Something that was only around hundreds of years. You don't have any idea what electricity is do you? It fuels most all of our stuff and you probably can't image getting food without farming." She sighed as she looked over at him. "The technology is much more advanced on my side of the barrier, technology that could help your world."

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Yes, I've based the Yellow royal family off Japanese culture, although Guen's character, Orla, doesn't seem Japanese. So, could be mulit-cultural. Doesn't mean they have to live in the east, though. Perhaps the Yellow kingdom is along a river formed from snowmelt from the Black lands? (shrug))

(Oh! Also, the Japanese-esque Yellows are dragons in the oriental style as well, (i.e., long, whiskers, etc.) but only the Royal family)

Servants pointed and gasped as the rouge Black led the two Yellow scouts on a merry chase. Ohiko's sisters shrieked as it looked like the dragon would plummit towards the camp, but the king and the crown princess watched impassively.

"Arrogant show of power. The Blacks always love to lord their strength over everyone else." King Yosho muttered in contempt.

"Well, he's making a fool out of our scouts. It's embarrassing. You should have them punished when this fiasco is over." Ohiko calmly stated as she flicked an invisible speck off her honey-colored robes.

"May I remind you, daughter, that you are not the Queen yet. Mind your impudent tongue." Yosho snapped.

Ohiko scowled as the Black changed into his humanoid form. 'You keep saying that to yourself, old man. You will never notice me coming up behind you.'

The three younger princesses gawked and sighed over the startlingly attractive appearance of the young man. Ohiko rolled her brown eyes. "If you three are done drooling on your robes, you might inquire as to who he is."

The other princesses stared at her like she grew another head. "What? Actually talk to him?" said Ayaka, the second-oldest.

"We have servants for that." Miharu, the middle child, pretended not to care.

"If you say so." Ohiko muttered. She snapped her fingers, and the slave girl started to fan more quickly.

King Yosho muttered something to a nearby advisor, who then rushed over to the guards.

"Lower your weapons. His Majesty King Yosho would like an audience with this man." The advisor said. The guards reluctantly lowered their pikes.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Yeah, sorry about that.... Two different branches of the geneology, perhaps?... We probably should have conferred on that ahead of time, to keep the culture consistent.)

The purple court had been traveling for some time. Finally they stopped to rest; it was no use arriving at their destination obviously the worse for wear. And they still had a ways to go, yet.
As they alighted, a stir went up on the edges, from the guard. Other dragons had been sighted. Initial nature was uncertain, but it appeared to be an entourage of yellows. Specifically, the yellow Court.
Orla knew who would be there, then.... One of the key reasons why she was so willing to stay with the purples. The reputation of the princess, one of haughtiness and conceit, was well known. But the point was, they were of her kind. Slightly different, but related. Someone would have to greet them. And likely Orla would be made part of the party....

[Astareal]

Laughing as the King approached him, and the pikes were lowered hastily Gavril embraced the King heartily and smiled warmly. It was always proper to put on a display of friendship in the public eye and despite his reclusive nature he held quite some respect for the genial man.
"My lord" he spoke loudly, lowering his head in respect at the liege before him. Although Gavril may run the lands of of the Noir his father was still King, and so Gavril acted accordingly and treated King Yosho with all due courtesy and respect. Although he would rather be flying alone in the starlit night, he could not deny that rest was needed and the comfort of the Yellow enclave would be far more suitable than a forest clearing.
"I apologise for my treatment of your scouts, but they caught me at a time of deep reflection. Mayhap I can treat you to a drink when we arrive at the Queens palace?"
He noticed the strange looks he was recieving, the mixed emotions in the eyes of the onlookers, especially the girls but he had no time for romance these days, no time to spend for himself when the weight of a Kingdom bared so heavily upon his broad shoulders

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Eh, no big deal. Perhaps some of the kingdoms are of mixed-races, due to intermarrying? Who knows.)

Ohiko watched with sharp eyes as the Black embraced her father with all the respect and geniality of a courtier. 'So, he embarrases the Yellow by flaunting our soldiers, yet he panders to the king? Hmm...'

King Yosho accepted the embrace in kind. "Yes, I recognize you know. Lord Gavril, the prince of the Noir, correct? Well, I do apologize for such added security measures. Precautions, after all. Will you not sup with us tonight?"

[elizaTrickster]

Feabie received some incoherent reply from behind the door, which the girl took to mean something along the lines of 'I'll be there in a minute'. She shrugged, and joined her father and younger siblings at the table. Sophya had left at dawn to begin logging work on a different part of the forest. Her da carefully fed a bit of waffle to Fiona as Feabie sat down.

"Is Lady Jasna coming to breakfast?" he inquired of his eldest daughter.

"Yeah, she'll be here in a minute." Feabie placed her napkin in her lap, as manners dictated, and began cutting into her waffle.

((Sorry, guys. I've been quite slack in the RP department. Usually I'm on when I get home from school, however, I've been going to sleep instead.))

Jasna, already being in the room, was a little confused. She supposed they just hadn't noticed her, seeing as she was in the doorway. Doorways are creepy places.
"Goodmorning all you early risers." Jasna greeted them in her husky voice. Hopefully she didn't scare anyone, as she had a tendency to do.
Since everything was more or less worked out, Jasna really wanted to get on the...road. (Although it wouldn't really be the road.) Jasna had forgotten about the fact Faebie didn't know she'd have to fly. Jasna was really looking forward to that.
Breakfast was more important than trickery, and Jasna took a seat at the table.

[Astareal]

"Such precautions are only right my Lord, considering the import of your esteemed self and the reasons for which we travel"
Bowing again before rising he ignored the implication and in truth, the fact that he was being reckless travelling alone. Straightening his back however, he looked regal even with his open shirt and flowing black hair, more reminscent of a wanderer than a prince. Taking the King's gracious, if diplomatically necessary offer up he smiled warmly at the entourage while inwardly sighing
"My lord, it would be an honour to dine with you and your daughters tonight. After flying for half a day it is most welcoming indeed" And no doubt his wife will try and push on or other of her daughters at me, how I despise the trappings of royalty

Staring at the floor in shock as she spoke so freely of such... taboo things he tried to figure out if she was joking or not before she commented on passing the barrier again
"Please... do not say such things to me, it is testing enough that I will take you to the barrier and honestly, it is only because I am so confident you will not pass."
Sighing as he drew the blanket around his shoulders and sat up he shuddered
"The barrier, this place was made to escape the persecution of our kind and since those dark days we have prospered. The world you speak of is wondrous indeed, a true marvel but our way of life is vastly different. To bring such technologies in so suddenly would change the very nature of society"
Eyes darkening as he extended a hand towards the fire, he smiled grimly as a tongue of flame leapt forth towards him and writhed around his wrist and fingers like a dancing snake.
"Anarchy"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia frowned and leaned further back into the wall. "Don't speak to me about such things. Who says that?" She sighed "Oh, yeah those raised in an ancient court." She turned and looked at Alexandir. "You have to remember this isn't the place I was raised in. This isn't my home and never will be. You understand everything that I've lost. I'm probably the most intelligent person on this side of the barrier. "You don't seem to understand how much the world works over there now either. You wouldn't be hunted anymore. They think you're fake, and the only reason you'd be caught would be because of the fact you can't give up turning into a dragon and flying around." She stood up and yanked on her now warm and dry pants and stripped out of his shirt not caring about the formalities of it. She threw it at him and put hers back on before moving to the back of the cave away from him and the fire. "You can stay up there for all I care."

[Glyph Bellchime]

(NBD, Eliza. When I was in school, I zonked out nearly everytime I got home. Drove my mom nuts. 'Why do you have to sleep all the time, you got seven hours sleep last night blah blah blah')

"Morning, Jasna!" Feabie called happily from the table. It still felt a bit odd without the honorary title before the Jasna's name, but that's what the woman wanted.

"Saved ya a seat." Feabie patted the spot next to her at the family's wooden table.

"Jaz-nah!" Fiona cried, flinging her bits of waffle off her high chair. Elias grumbled a bit, wiping strawberry syrup of his youngest daughter's mouth. Fallon, Fiona's twin brother, looked up briefly, then went back to shoveling waffle into his mouth.

Elias pushed the stack of waffles towards Jasna's spot. "How many would you like, madam?"

***

Abandoning all form of decorum, the three younger Yellow princesses openly ogled the Noir prince. Ohiko snorted, rolling her eyes for the dozenth time. 'Children.'

Her father was now walking back towards the encampment with the Black. 'Must've gone well... I imagine he'll be staying for supper, at least.' Indeed, servants began to make ready tables for the repast, setting plates and silverware, and filling goblets of beaten gold.

Ohiko stood up, and motioned to her sisters. "Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourselves? It's courtesy, after all."

The three blinked, then stood up, ordering their maids to pin that clip in their hair, and make sure their rouge was applied properly, and everything else. They nearly tripped over each other as the king led Gavril under the tent. Ohiko sighed, and followed behind the twittering trio.

"Ah, here are my lovely daughters." King Yosho smiled broadly.

"My youngest, Princess Sayoko, and the twins, Princesses Miharu and Ayaka." the three princesses smiled and curtseyed elaborately as they were introduced.

"It's an honor to meet you, Prince from the Noir lands." Each said in turn.

"And," Yosho said, "my oldest, Crown Princess Ohiko."

Ohiko regarded Gavril impassively. 'It looks like he hasn't cut his hair in a year.'

Nonetheless, she curtseyed, though more simply than her sisters. "On behalf of our late mother and the Yellow Kingdom, we welcome you here tonight."

[Astareal]

Gavril watched each in turn, taking the hands as proffered and bestowing a kiss upon the knuckle of each girl as the grinned and blushed. When it came to Ohiko's turn he did the same, only kneeling slightly lower to show respect for her position and noticing from the corner of his eye the jealous looks upon the faces of the younger girls. Ohiko on the other hand seemed impressed by neither his title nor wealth, seemingly turning her nose up at his, admittedly shabby appearance. Thinking quickly as he bowed to the king he made a request politely, in an effort toavoid his mothers fussing and Eliza's petty remarks.
"My lord, I have been in flight since the early hours and I would be shamed to attend your table in such attire. Pray let me retire for a little time until I am more presentable"
Planning on washing himself and changing clothes before dining with the royalty of the Yellow lands he silently lamented the silence of his tower room. Impatience knawed within him as he itched to be done with this damned wedding and head back home to defend his lands and continue the campaign northwards. Vain was sure to be doing an admirable job, but it irked to be away for so long when there were lives at risk.

Fighting to stay calm with her, for she seemed like an impudent child, Alexandir kept his voice calm, though he could not help but raise it.
"Is it not enough that I take you there? That I give you the chance to pass before your blood runs too thick to control? You rile at me for suggesting you learn our way of life and preach me to learn yours. You tell me to give up the glorious gift of flight in exchange for metal devices, to give up magic for illusion."
Standing as he pulled on his shirt and turned to her, he sighed as he forced his voice to lower.
"We are what we are Brittania, nothing we do or say will change that"

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia turned and looked back at him and she bit down onto her lower lip trying to keep herself from crying. It was cold in the back, she was hungry something she could live with, and missed everything she'd ever known. "You may be what you are, but I don't have a choice in the matter. It's not like I was Neo who got to choose which button." She frowned remembering that he wouldn't understand that. She buried her head in her knees and tried to the flow of tears she knew was coming.

[Astareal]

"Your life is your own, choose whatever button you like"
Said Alex curtly, now that she had rebuffed all of his approaches at friendship
"We are long past the stage where we force others to do our will, however heirarchal our society"
Glaring at the fire as she still stood behind him, staring at the rain he felt his knuckles tighten as he fought to control his own anger, concentrating on the fire before him as it grew in intensity and heat. Reflecting in his eyes he bathed himself in the light, forcing his concentration upon it to keep his emotions in check as he let a single tear fall, evaporating halfway down his cheek
I'm sorry Marcus

[AvengerSpirit]

"I don't get to choose... I have to become a dragon..." The truth spoken out loud only made the realization that much harder to face. She stopped fighting back everything and allowed herself to break down. She still had her head buried in her knees so she didn't see Alexandir. A few sobs racked her chest causing her whole, small frame to shake with the effort. She sniffled trying to get the tears to stop, but it didn't help much as the salty liquid soaked her jeans at her knees staining them a darker color.

[Astareal]

Having crossed the cave quickly and silently, Alex breathed in as he wrapped his arms around her, head resting on her shoulder comfortingly and he looked straight forward, melancholy in his eyes.
"Britannia, you are not going to become a Dragon, You are a dragon"
Trying to speak words that would make sense to her, emotions and thoughts cluttered in his mind
"Can't you feel it? The world around you, the magic? The energy? Hasn't the world always seemed so alien? Everyone so stupid?"
Shivering as the cold wind at the entrance to the cave blew over his tanned skin he ignored his shirtless state and spoke calmly
"You've grown up in another world, your views are so alien, yet you are one of us. You can change the world like no other"

[AvengerSpirit]

As his arms wrapped around her, the teen leaned into the male allowing herself to be comforted. She listened as her sobs lessened slightly. She nodded her head slightly, keeping it buried in his chest. She had never applied herself during school, but she'd always been told if she had, she would have made valedictorian. His words made sense to her unlike many things before hand. She tried repressing a gulp as she wrapped her own arms around him and hugged tightly. "But... they won't like me..." She was afraid of getting looked down on. She had always just had a small group of friends and hadn't cared about anything else before, but now she didn't have that and didn't want the royals, like she would one day be, hating her because she didn't agree with them.

[7000dominos]

((I'll work on this tonight...Sorry I'm so behind.))

[elizaTrickster]

(NBD, Eliza. When I was in school, I zonked out nearly everytime I got home. Drove my mom nuts. 'Why do you have to sleep all the time, you got seven hours sleep last night blah blah blah')

"Morning, Jasna!" Feabie called happily from the table. It still felt a bit odd without the honorary title before the Jasna's name, but that's what the woman wanted.

"Saved ya a seat." Feabie patted the spot next to her at the family's wooden table.

"Jaz-nah!" Fiona cried, flinging her bits of waffle off her high chair. Elias grumbled a bit, wiping strawberry syrup of his youngest daughter's mouth. Fallon, Fiona's twin brother, looked up briefly, then went back to shoveling waffle into his mouth.

Elias pushed the stack of waffles towards Jasna's spot. "How many would you like, madam?"


Jasna couldn't hold back a smile hearing the child. She quickly turned from her, when she realised she had a scary dragon smile.

"How many will your family eat? And I'll take the rest that the batter can make." Dragons had, naturally, very large appetites. And Jasna needed to fill up if she was going to have to get to the palace.

[Glyph Bellchime]

"I forgot how dragons eat, if you don't mind my saying, ma'am." Elias said. "There's at least a dozen here, and I can whip up another bowl of batter."

"Oh, Fasnff! Freigt newhhs!" Feabie said.

"Feabie, don't talk with your mouth full." Her father gently chided.

"Frorry," she swallowed, then spoke, "Mam said I could accompany you, like a real lady-in-waiting. Although without those frilly dresses, and whatnot. I asked her last night, and she said yes! Isn't that great! I'm so excited! Right, Da?"

From the kitchen, Elias's shoulders sagged a bit. His wife had discussed the issue last night, and had come to the agreement that Feabie was of the age to go out and seek her fortune. And, what better person to guide and protect her than a dragon? However, they had not imagined the actual goodbye...

"Yes, Feabie. It's a wonderful opportunity for you." Elias faced his oldest with a genuine smile on his face.

[Astareal]

Gavril Smiled as he stepped out of the warm bath, the wooden tub full of heated water slowly being drained by servants behind him as he wrapped a towel around his midriff. Stepping into a tent that had been set to one side for his use he reached into the pack he had brought and frowned. I did not expect to meet Royalty on my way, much less these pandering Yellows with thier love for displays of wealth Extracting the finest clothing he had brought with him (The oufit he had chosen to arrive in) he quickly dressed and ran a comb through his unruly hair. Dragging out the knots and seperating the larger clumps of hair it ran down around his head in disorganised spikes. Viewing himself in the mirror he sighed and tucked it back with his left hand, parting it to either side allowing the rest of his face to show and clipped it there with a silver circlet that his mother had given him when he first grew his hair. Straightening his red shirt and pulling his ochre belt through the loops of his black trousers he shrugged on his black coat and made his way to the entrance.
Pushing the material curtain aside he strode through the muddy encampment thick leather boots protecting him from the dirt and waved at the various people who recognised him friendly. How mother would chide me for not showing the proper formalities smiling at the though he reached The tent in which the Yellow Royalty lounged so comfortably and waited for the Herald to announce his arrival before striding in confidantly yet respectfully. Looking more Princely than he had in many months he bowed as the King look up and following protocol waited for the King to speak before uttering words of his own.

Feeling her arms wrap around him as she turned to face him, Alexandir almost froze as he was pulled a little closer. Much too aware of her proximity he tried to smile as he fought for words.
"Marcus is a good man... he will defend your honor"
Swallowing as he felt the heat of her body against him, he envisioned a calm lake in his mind trying to echo it's stillness in his thoughts.
"They do not have to like you, merely accept you. There will be many that disagree with you, that oppose your choices but they will not confront you. Only the other monarchs will be equal in stature and none would dare to act in violence against the only living White, The only Blanc seen in hundreds of years. you are so different, yet you are the same in so many ways. But it is the difference that can benefit our Kingdom most"
Looking deep into her eyes he smiled gently and whispered
"We will protect you"

[Guendolen_Sama]

As was likely to be expected, a traveling royal entourage took some time to settle in their encampment for the night; tents to be constructed, comforts to be arranged. Even in travel, there was pomp and circumstance. Orla admitted only to herself that she found such proceedings unnecessary and tiresome. Sometimes she honestly did wish she had been born a more simple commoner. Or even middle class; after all, she had no illusions about herself and her capabilities in practical areas. Court ladies didn't learn such things. But just to not have to contend with the constant ceremony, the endless list of details, the fuss....
By the time everyone was settled, it was later, and subsequently likely that those of the other entourage they had spotted were, if not already at dinner, then near enough to being so that sending over a delegation now could potentially cause offense. Or at least make it appear extremely gauche- which, in these circles, was tantamount to the same thing.
Subsequently, a letter was dispatched by courier. A letter of greeting, acknowledging their presence and, while not directly requesting an audience, implying that one could be made if it were wished, "as means of extending our mutual respect between our courts." Orla was already instructed to be prepared to dress appropriately, should the answer be in the positive.
I knew it. She had figured she would be named part of the delegation. Time to extract one of her finer garments from the luggage.... Totally disarranging the careful packing, but most would say that was a small price to pay, for "proper courtesy." And while Orla disliked the fuss, she did have her pride. Thus, she would not allow a haughty one such as the eldest yellow princess any room to sneer at her.

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia smiled back, not fail to hear the change from he'll to we'll. She nodded her head and laid it back down in his chest. She took a deep breath. "But what if they hire someone to kill me off, not caring that I'm a white. I mean really... What will happen if they find other whites that were raised here... They'll decide they wouldn't need me..." She gulped and closed her eyes listening to the rain outside of the cave. Suddenly she started laughing. "All we need is a bag of marshmallows, some chocolate and graham crackers and we could have us some smores. Though, you probably have no idea what that is..." She shook her head, sighing as she glazed into the fire.

[Glyph Bellchime]

(I've been away for a bit. My apologies.)

King Yosho smiled broadly as the herald announced Prince Gavril, who had just stepped into the dining tent. Sayoko, Miharu, and Ayaka had to be talked out of wearing their finest silk dresses, having them reserved for the wedding. Instead, the trio had to make do with kimono-like robes in varying shades of yellow and saffron. Their jet-black hair was swept up in elaborate updos, and pinned with clips that seemed to drip amber jewels. They tittered amongst themselves, gossiping and stealing glances at Gavril. Yosho chuckled at his younger children, how much they were like their mother. His thoughts turned to his eldest daughter.

'Ah, Ohiko... your sisters are like mockingbirds, who chatter and sing all day. But you... you are like the falcon, always observing with narrowed eyes, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.' The King frowned slightly at this thought. 'Was it a mistake on my part to declare you my heir? How will you rule the Yellow when I pass into the next world?'

Yosho pushed these thoughts from his mind, then stood to embrace Gavril. "Ah, Prince Gavril, I see you have had a chance to freshen yourself before dinner. You look well. Come, even though my daughter straggles behind, we shall eat. A long journey has a way with the appetite."

***

Ohiko pushed open the flap to her tent, stepping into the cool night air. She swatted away a servant, who tried to fasten a topaz necklace around her neck. "I told you, it's just dinner with my father and sisters. I put on a new kimono. Isn't that enough for you?"

"Ah, but Your Highness, the Noir prince is present as well. Do you not wish to please him with your appearance?" asked her mistress of the wardrobe.

"No, I do not." Ohiko snapped, her cheeks reddening slightly, "I do not need a man's approval upon my appearance. Everything I do is not to snag a husband!"

"Y-Yes, Your Highness. O-Of course. I meant no offense--"

"Hmph. So you say. We shall discuss your actions later." Ohiko turned on her heel, and flounced in the direction of the dining tent, her ears burning. 'I know how they are. They think I can't hear their whispers: "Oh, Princess Ohiko is nearly twenty-three!" "Practically beyond marriageable age!" "I heard she scared away her suitors." "We'll expect no heir from her, that's for certain."' She stopped, clenching her fists in anger. 'I will be queen. I need no husband nor children to prove my right. I will rule the Yellow with a swift hand, and my name will be--'

The Yellow Princess's reverie was interrupted by a rider, coming towards the encampment. "A message! A message for Yosho, King of the Yellow!"

Ohiko arched an eyebrow at the formal greeting. 'No emergency, then. Ah... looks like another court, journeying as well.' She spied lights and campfires in the distance, possibly half a mile away. She sighed. 'Great. More guests to entertain. When I am queen, I shall do away with all these unnescessary trivialities.'

[Glyph Bellchime]

(BUMPage!)

[AvengerSpirit]

((Kind of waiting on Astareal))

[Astareal]

{{Buggrit, millenium hand and shrimp! Sorry I'm so unreliable these days... way too many commitments >.<'}}

Smiling and laughing politely, growing ever-tired of this weary facade he had constructed to keep himself from scrutiny and criticism, Gavril seat himself as the King directed. sitting by his left hand, the right reserved for his eldest daughter the Crown Princess Ohiko he raised a hand politely and continued his slight smile.
"My lord, though I welcome you offers and the promise is food is most welcome indeed... I feel that to proceed without your eldest daughter would be seen as a slight on my part, no matter how you insist"
Raising his wine filled glass to the light, he examined it critically in the light.
"But this wine I find I cannot resist"
Raising it forwards he spoke loudly and clearly
"To the continued health and prosperity of King Yosho, and the peaceful reign of he, his daughter and all that follow!"

"Chocolate I know of... though it is an expensive commodoty"
Smiling slightly he leaned backwards. Grip on the girl still firm he felt her slide comfortably until he sat at an angle, her head lolling on his chest. Face a little wet, he nonetheless enjoyed watching the rain pour on the forest around him. Water had always been his favourite element, so fluid, malleable, so flexible. And then of course... without water, what life would remain? Truly it was a wondrous thing. Feeling the wind rush around his ears as it tuffled his hair he sighed as he adressed her first concern, a full five minutes after she had voiced it.
"There are no whites... and if there are they will be welcomed as joyously as yourself. I will not lie, those that do not like an outside queen may try and seek a remedy of thier own choosing but the Prince is a mighty warrior, and I a capable mage. Should another Blanc like yourself appear, it will be a time of celebration, the meeting of kin, not a time for violence."

[Glyph Bellchime]

"And to peace with the kingdom of Noir!" Yosho raised his wineglass, the younger three princesses and the courtiers following as well.

Ohiko slipped through a side opening of the dining tent. She noticed the Noir prince sitting on her father's left-hand side, the seat for honored guest. She smiled slightly through the toast. 'The continued health and prosperity of King Yosho? I don't think you couldn't care less, Prince Gavril.'

Slipping between the guests and table, she easily slid into her usual seat on the king's right side. Yosho had not yet noticed her presence, as he was shouting at a nearby servant for the appetizer. Ohiko studied Gavril. 'I was correct. He looks bored out of his mind, poor thing.' She smiled sardonically and took a sip of her wine.

[Astareal]

Gavril looked sideways at the Princess as she took her seat next to her father. A jovial man by all accounts his daughter was of a more somber disposition and the young Prince could not help but note that she did not choose to join the toast. Tipping his glass to her in a friendly gesture he smiled genuinely at how bored the young woman looked. Raised to display infinite patience with such trivialities he nonetheless appreciated the fine wine and food being laid out before him. It irked to be away from the campaign in the North for so long, but such niceties almost allowed him to forget there was trouble elsewhere in the world. Absentmindedly wondering what it was that could make the Princess resent her position and the luxuries it allowed her he was vaguely aware of her inquisitive sisters assaulting him with questions from the surrounding seats. Endeavoring to answer each of them, to treat each with the same mannerisms and respect and show no favoritism he began to wish for the peace and escapism of solitary flight once more. While her Father had greeted her to the table, her sisters couldn't have seemed less interest, intent as they were on retelling stories they had heard of his life. Adventures in battle, his prowess as a soldier and commander, brave rescues and daring raids, a veritable torrent of questions concerning each and laughter as they accused him of modesty when he tried to fend off such praise, claiming many stories were exaggerated or even simple rumor. Noting the sour, bitter looks they directed at Ohiko's way he sighed inwardly as he recalled Eliza and her bitter, jealous jibes.

[AvengerSpirit]

Enjoying the silence while it lasted Britannia found herself on the verge of sleep. As he started talking she opened her eyes once more and looked up at him. "I'm glad I'm not a chocoholic then." She muttered with a small smile on her face. Turning her head again, she stared out of the cave and into the night. "I guess... I've got a lot to get used to here. Would it be safe to say that I don't want to marry Marcus. On my side, girl's don't normally get married this soon... and I've never imaged myself as the marrying type..."

[Astareal]

"I would understand... however sad I am to hear such a thing"
Alexandir replied with a heavy heart, lying further backwards so the spray from the rain no longer touched the skin of his smooth arms until he was truly lying down.
"He will be confused... upset, publicly embarressed and I imagine the queen will be most distressed"
Putting one hand on the back of her hed subconciously he sighed as he had been doing so much this last day.
"But nobody will force your hand"
Taking her hand as he mentioned it he turned to face her, concern creasing his features.
"You are sure? Nowhere would you be safer than by his side"

[AvengerSpirit]

She nodded her head in return. "I'm sure. Not yet anyway. I can always explain to everyone so that Marcus doesn't get the bad end of the looks." She shrugged as she stared off into the fire. "Besides, if what you say his true," she turned back to face him and smiled. "I have nothing to fear. I am a white after all. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Though, I sure am going to miss the late night tv shows." Her smiled widened and she laid her head back into his chest cuddling to his frame for warmth. "You want first watch or do you want me to take it?"

[Astareal]

Struggling with his emotions, trying to let cold, logical thought take precedence as he had always been taugh Alex forced a smile.
"Sleep young one"
Unwilling to face the reality that she may possibly be able to cross the border and may leave him to tell Marcus, his best friend the sour news alone he calmed his breathing and fought to resist the pleasure of her warmth against him, knowing that any other could be tried for treason if he enacted upon the thoughts that wandered into his conciousness.
"Sleep and I will take you where you wish to travel tomorrow"
Running his hands through her long hair he sighed once more before closing his eyes, relying on his magical senses to detect the approach of life forms in the nearby vicinity.

[AvengerSpirit]

Britannia nodded her head slightly, oblivious to his internal conflicts. She closed her eyes and yawned lightly. "Don't bother..." She muttered softly as she drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of her home she left and her mind quickly turned to other things about the life she would be facing for the rest of her life. She only wished that she could have told her foster parents good bye.

((We can skip time after you and Glyph have finished your scene.))

[Astareal]

"Don't bother..."
The words bounced around his head like fireworks, that brilliantly unexpected explosion of colour that shocked and delighted. A large export from the Yellow Kingdom, one that nobles from all around delighted in buying for even the smallest of events, fireworks were like magic for the common folk, something anyone could buy in small enough quantities. Still stroking her hair as he opened his mind to the ether, mentally molding the energy within himself into the shapes he would need before sending his thoughts back to the City
Marcus...

[AvengerSpirit]

The prince had been pacing about his bed chamber for nearly the whole time. He'd had to tell his mother had Alex had gone to do something for him and that he wanted his future wife-to-be to go see the sites with him. When he finally got the message he stopped pacing and took a deep breath before responding. Alex, is everything all right? I have tried for hours to get a hold of you. Did you find Britannia?

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Lord Gavril, was it true how you defeated the giants in the floodlands?" one princess chattered.

"Lord Gavril, I heard you single-handedly fought Urgor, the Giant King, and slayed him in one blow! That's so amazing!" another gushed.

"I heard he drove the Frost Beast from it's lair and cut off his head," the third nodded with absolute certainity.

"Now daughters, His Highness has not even gotten through the main course yet," Yosho interrupted, chuckling, "you must give him a chance to eat."

Ohiko watched the scene with a sort of bored amusement. It was funny how her sisters fell all over themselves for a handsome face. She sipped her wine, barely touching the venison that had been set in front of her.

Ohiko occasionally noticed the prince looking at her, for some strange reason. She did not suddenly turn, like a shy child, but stared back with an enigmatic gaze. She was not yet sure of Gavril; for all his talk, was he truly an ally of the Yellow? He longed to be in the sky again, undoubtedly. But, was he friend or foe? Ohiko shook her head. She had no 'friends'. Only people who were useful... or useless.

[Astareal]

Swallowing a chunk of the succulent dear presented before him Gavril smiled a shrugged off the quesitons politely.
"Giants? I wouldn't believe everything you hear my friend, not even in court"
Laughing lightly as he noted the girls disappointed looks he gestured to the youngest and smiled.
"Though there was a large wild Dragon on the icy plains when I went to the Korral highlands... a fearsome beast indeed"
Twisting his knife in his wrist, gesturing to go along with his words he recounted the tale of how a convoy he had been travelling with was attacked by the pale blue Dragon in order to amuse the younglings. The tale was true for the most part, although as with any tale fear seemed to turn into determination, the will to stay alive into bravery. Inside he envied these children, lives so carefree and happy... little to worry them but the colour dress they were to wear. The tale coming to a finish he looked sideways at Yosho and winked companionably as he mock whispered to the sisters.
"Though I hear your Father once fought three such beasts in his youth"
Laughing as the squeeling girls wheeled on the genial King he lay back, relaxing a little as he savoured the fine gravy that was draped across the potato on his fork. Closing his eyes for a second as he lay his head back he noticed the eldest Princess staring at him when he opened them once more and could not help wonder in curiosity what it was she saw.

Swallowing tightly as he felt her warmth against his chest Alexandir focused his thoughts, the intense weather distracting him as he tried to keep watch for approaching life forces and communicate.
I...I have not, though I am close. I must rest soon but we will be safely on our way in the early hours I assure you. I am close Marcus and she remains unharmed... all is well

[Coga]

Urlis hugged close to the trees. Even in his dragon form the heavy rain was too much for him to endure. His make shift skin umbrella provided some protection from the pounding waters but he would have to find shelter soon. He had fallowed the scent of the other white as far as he could, but the downpour had washed away the trail. He would try to pick up the trail when the water let up, but now he had to find a cave for shelter. His dragon form moved between the trees, in the light of the night and blur of the rain his white body indefinable from any other color. He sought shelter from the rain, not desiring to remain out in the torrent any longer.

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus frowned, his mood changing quickly. He knew it was raining and knew that the communication between the two friends was hard. But he feared for the shape that his soon to be bride would be in by the time Alex found her. He gulped. 'Do your best and bring her back to me as soon as you can'. He didn't know his best friend was lying to him, there was no reason to, so his fear increased hoping to find Britannia safe.

((it's not letting me bold so the '' is the thoughts projected.))

[Astareal]

My Lord...My Friend, I will not fail you, Now I must rest... I fear prolonged contact may cause my detection spell to go awry, Sleep easy Marcus
Feeling the connection flicker as the weather and his inner turmoil distracted him Alexandir dropped it completely when lightning flashed through the sky before him, illimunating a landing dragon in the far distance. Sighing as he lay back, eyes shut once more, Alex focused on maintaing his vigil. Monitering the mvoements of any large energy masses for several hundred meters he lay back and relaxed... Falling into a semi-sleep state that would let him recover some energy.

[Coga]

Well.. at his current state, Urlis was nothing more to them then a large energy mass nearing the area. He was searching for any rock formations he might be able to use as for shelter. Trees wouldn't protect him from the wind or rain very well, so he was sensing out large formations of rocks nearby. He knew if he didn't get out of this rain soon he would suffer some form of illness for sure, eve with his tarp like umbrella skin, if not something worse. If he was back in the world he grew up in, he would have a cup of hot coco waiting for him to warm up from coming in from the cold and wet weather. He would drink it while trying to ignore the smells of the coffee that his foster parents would be drinking. Even before his enhanced senses where awoken, that stuff smelled to strong for him. A flash of lightening brought him back to the downpour he was stuck in, in this land that was both his home and not. His large lizard like body moved faster now, eager to find its way out of the rain before his mind wondered anymore. It would be dangerous to be distracted in a rain like this.

[AvengerSpirit]

Marcus nodded his head in complete understanding and let the connection fall. He tried to get some sleep after that, but his racing mind continued. He thought of all the bad things that could have befallen the female. He got little sleep that night spending most of it tossing and turning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Britannia shifted slightly as she slept. She breathed in deeply almost as if she were awake before she repositioned herself and shrank deeper into sleep. Morning was going to come much to early for her weary bones and muscles. She knew before going to sleep that she was going to be sore come morning but she didn't care for once.

[Glyph Bellchime]

Ohiko speared a chunk of potato with frustration. Even though the sun had blazed hotly through the curtains of her litter, even though desert dust had coated her skin, Ohiko wished to be on the road once more, not sitting here dining and entertaining the Noir prince, who probably wanted to be on his way as well.

She made a harumphing sound, and pushed her chair away from the table. Her handmaidens rushed to her, but she waved them away with irritation.

The king looked up, "Are you not going to finish your meal, daughter?"

Ohiko inclined her head slightly, "Revered father, I am not feeling well tonight."

Yosho frowned, "You must endure. It is unseemly to depart when guests are at the table."

Ohiko scowled, "I care not." She flounced out of the tent, swiftly followed by twittering maids. Her sisters gossiped amongst themselves.

"She thinks she so good..."

"Father will surely punish her--"

"It is well-deserved. She is much too haughty for her own good."

"Like you aren't, Ayaka?" one of the princesses quipped, causing the third to blush.

Yosho sighed deeply and shook his head. "My deepest apologies, Lord Gavril. My daughter is becoming more obstinate by the day -- she disrespects me, her father, the king! I don't know about her..." He frowned deeply and took a long drink of his wine.

[Astareal]

"As a Man who has had little contact with his father since his earliest years I understand the feeling of loss such estrangement can bring to a soul"
Some level of pity showing in his Deep blue eyes he inclined his head lightly as he rose.
"I... will try to see if I can ease what burden ails her but what I can do I do not no, for Now... with your leave I think I shall retire M'lord"
Bowing politely as he looked at the still flapping tent entrance Gavril wondered how his sister was doing.

Laying his head back, content that the dragon had found a place to rest Alexandir smiled a little. allowing himself to relax, enjoy his present company at last he maintained his vigil

[Glyph Bellchime]

"Hmm?" Ohiko stopped walking towards her own tent. Someone was following her.

She turned, seeing the figure of Gavril approaching her. 'What does he want?' she thought in annoyance.

A sly smile appeared on her lips as the prince came closer. "Is something wrong, Your Highness? Or, perhaps you wanted to escort me to my sleeping chambers?"

[Astareal]

Ignoring the jibe Gavril drew closer in the lamp lit isles among the tents Gavril neither responded nor acknowledged Ohiko's petty insinuation. Eyes fixated on the sky he smiled only with his eyes.
"They look so close don't they?"
Reaching up with a hand as if trying to grasp one of the bright jewels he shook his head slowly as he lowered it.
"As if you could just fly away, flee from the burdens placed upon us so unjustly and escape... Retreat to the endless calm so far away from all of this"

[AvengerSpirit]

((I'll post as soon as possible))

[AvengerSpirit]

((actually, I should probably wait until you guys finish your scene out. So as soon as you do, I'll post.))

[Astareal]

I'm just waiting for glyph, she seems to have trouble getting on lately =[

[AvengerSpirit]

((that's fine. I understand very much so.))

[Glyph Bellchime]

(Indeed. I was crushed under the weight of my Ethics paper, but now I am LIBERATED! FREE! Hahahahah!

... sorry. Just really happy to finally get that thing done.

Avenger, it seems like its just the three of us still here, so why don't you just go ahead and post something as well?)

The princess regarded Gavril curiously. His words hit the mark, she did long to be free of the shackles of pomp and formality and reach towards the sky in her snakelike body of yellow scales, whiskers trailing and antlers shining as she clawed towards the moon. She wasn't about to pour out her soul to this foreigner, though.

"Very poetic... but true. One does tire of the long hours of ceremonial ostentation." Ohiko commented, casting a sideways glance at Gavril. 'What is he getting at...?' she wondered.

[Astareal]

His eyes moved left, then right. Still fixated on the sky he allowed the large discs to reflect in his eyes as his smile faded.
"Like the two moons, Vostfir and Iljnir we burn brighter than any other, and we stand so alone in the vastness of space. With everyone in existance striving to rival our power... would it not be easier to just burn like a star?"
Turning to catch Ohiko glancing at him furtively he hid his embarressment behind a forced chuckle.
"I'm...sorry, I let my mind wander..."
Brushing his straightened hair out of his eyes he turned to leave before looking over his shoulder.
"Stop worrying about the perception of others, the Moon always shines brightly"
Hints of a smile playing at the edges of his eyes and lips once more, the glaze of melancholy slid over them once more as he turned to leave.