Faraway Castle

Roland awoke to find a bear on his chest, "Augh get off me Meron!" 30 minutes of struggling later he walks down to the courtyard from yesterday, to wait for Sir Felix...
 
Evairy woke up with a ringing in the head. She was now obviously pale. Evairy woke up with a tissue balled to her nose. Evairy was in her nightgown, feeling woozy, as if a blue light was chasing her fingers and legs as she walked. Fran got ten hours of sleep, thus she was awake just in time to see Evairy wobbling towards the powder room. "Evairy! Are you all right?"

Evairy let out a wet sniffle. She felt as sick as ever. "Lady... Lady!!" she squelched out before she fell to the floor.
 
Ellis had finally chosen to wear a long, ice blue dress, which matched his cold, morning emotions. The dress full, silky sleaves, with a silver ribbon circling the end of each. The neck of the dress was a high V-neck, revealing little of Ellis' pale flesh. The folds of the skirt flapped around him, being so dainty and loose. On Ellis' feet were tiny, plain blue slip ons, while his hair bore two silver bows, matching the ribbon on his sleeves. He felt rather chilly walking to breakfast in the airy outfit, yet the temperature couldn't make him feel any worse than he already felt, as Ellis definatly wasn't a morning person. Eventually Ellis made it too the breakfast hall- he'd taken his time sulking along. There he sat silently, waiting for his breakfast. He didn't care what he ate, just so long as he had some food to bring some energy to him.
 
Fran called to Ellis's attention as she saw him going in a blue dress. "Ellis, your sister, Evairy has fainted again. I do not think she will be down for breakfast. I will carry the food to her." Fran told Ellis already. Fran could not resist the urge to look at the wonderful Ellis. She resisted the urge to snuggle him up and walk with him. "You sister is running a high fever; do not ask her to come today."

Evairy, on the other hand, had a cold towel on her forehead as she was in bed. She shivered in her night gown, for she could not eat. Evairy actually felt like dying.
 
Cadmar walked down the hall deep in thought. Something was off about the air around him, could be nothing but most of the time it was something bad. He turned the corner seeing Ellis walking down the hall in a blue dress and Fran walking besides him talking about something but he had no interest in their conversations. He tipped his head slightly to acknowledge Ellis and Fran as he walked by, purely to show some form of respect to the both of them. He didn't say anything just kept focusing on the strange feeling he was having... that girl must not have been caught yet... He continued to walk with a slight feeling of someone watching him. He figured it was Ty's little friend. He wondered if he should call her out or just wait for now...
 
Cosette grinned from the shadows. He knew he was watched and the sight was just delicious. She wanted to play with him a bit but knew with how the man seemed, she wouldn't get away with things that easily. Cosette snuck down the hall, figuring the masquerade was when she'd play a bit with the people of the castle. It was best to analyze the people instead of just get caught. This adventure led her to the courtyard watching only behind making sure the man didn't catch her trail. Cosette, not paying attention, ran into a male luckily not pushing him down. Her eyes looked upon the man apologizing continuously, then blushed lightly finding him a bit attractive. She shook it off to apologize one last time. "I'm very sorry, sir." Cosette didn't know who he was but knew most of the men, who wandered around the castle, were quite the breath taking sight. What she didn't know was the man was none other than Roland.

Ty sighed in relief hearing her voice and stepped in as the door swung open. He shut it quickly behind him and smiled at the coon then back at the princess, with a bow to follow. "How did you sleep?" Tymel always wanted to make sure she was well off. If she wasn't, then that night he'd make sure Damila did.
 
Himildis looked over at the Lady and let her eyes roam the woman. Her body was showing signs of age despite her youthful age. Anything that wasn't of elvish blood would age and slowly fade into the Earth. Himildis smiled softly as the woman spoke to her, but she could sense that this Queen was indeed as stories had said. She looked crafty in her own way, but she seemed like a more willing being than most to accept and learn. Already, Himildis could sense a dark malevolence that came with mortality, but the Lady's darkness was alluring.


"And it is a pleasure to be in the Mortal courts again. I have not been in these flamboyant courts for nearly a century," she said with a bow of her head.
 
"I slept fine of course. What about yourself?" Damilia asked. Ramire ran out of the room as soon as he saw Tymel walk in. Damilia watched him run away into his forest trees and all in it, his food, the fish and what not. Damilia loved him but couldn't tell her own mother of wanting a raccoon so she hid him, never to be seen by the queen.
 
Quickly Felicitas called for her beloved Atylla. He came to her side reluctantly and with his tail dragging the dirt. "I'm sorry Atylla, but I can't have you wandering the halls and potentially scaring somebody. Come on sweet heart." She placed her hand on his head and began to lead Atylla to her room. Once inside she gave him the meat she had snuck from the kitchen the night before. She petted his head gently and laid a small kiss on his head. "Oh Atylla, I will talk to my lord today to see if there is anywhere I can take you where you can be outside during the daytime." she said softly. Atylla rubbed her hand and gave her a knowing look with his big beautiful green eyes. "I will see you later Atylla, first I must tend to Prince Roland. He is the only reason we are still here."

Felicitas searched for a very long time before she saw Prince Roland. Quickly she came to him and bowed low. "I apologize for my tardiness sir. I still get very lost in this large castle you call home."
 
Krista woke up to Gordon licking her face. He was her personal wake up call. She stretched and petted him to show that she was awake. He barked and hopped of the bed, letting her get ready for the day. She got ready for the day and put on one of her favorite short blue dress with gems on the the breasts. She knocked on the door lightly on the door to tell Sion that he was allowed to come into her chambers. She pinned her hair up into a bun and walked over to her easel. Her dreams were filled colors that had to be drawn on paper. Whenever she painted she almost went into a trance-like state. Today it was a very deep trance. She painted and painted until her wrists wouldn't let her paint anymore.

As she looked at her painting for the first time, she couldn't understand what it meant. She could usually read her paintings like a book, but this one was a head scratcher. It was a painting of herself, crying in the rain. She also noticed that she was on a balcony, her dressed torn and her hair in daresay. It was awfully strange.
 
"Cadmar! tell Lady that Evairy is seriously ill; she will not come to breakfast." Fran looked at Cadmar just to be sure that it wouldn't even happen. Fran had a sinking feeling, and she rushed down to Evairy's room. Evairy was still in her bed. Her hair was matted in plenty of sweat and was thus gasping for breath.
 
Roland smiled, "It is OK, when i first came here i was as lost an oak tree in a desert," Smiling at her he took a deep breath and stood straighter "Alright now we begin your first lesson, it is not about practical magic but on attitude... Magic rightfully belongs to itself not to humans or elves or dwarfs or whatever...Magic is graciously allowing us to use it.... a lot like how my mother allows us to use her family name in our dealings.....do you understand?"
 
Cadmar stopped and turned around to little Fran. "Should I get the doctor?" He said but Fran had already left and he figure she was just over reacting again. He called for the doctor anyways not thinking much of it and he went out to find Lady. It took a while but he did find her. "My Queen, Fran says Evairy is ill today and will not make breakfast." He bowed and took his place behind her.

((Working on third CS. Will post Noah and his assistant soon.))
 
Another showed up, this excused any actions that were to happen. Yet... He had completely ignored her. Cosette sighed but shook it off quickly for the time in the quiet shadows was brought to realization once more. The gypsy woman rushed away with out goodbye or even a proper bow. What was the point? Royalty really meant nothing to her. The bright ball of light limited the dark shrouds that were able to cloak over her. Her escape became postponed and even distant. Her eyes looked around hoping for her protection. The masquerade was what she wanted to attend... Cosette could not be caught just yet.

Tymel shook his head lightly, smiling at the creature which rushed away. "He still hasn't gotten comfortable with me." In one clean and swift motion, he bowed beautifully with a hint of apologetic tendencies washing over him. "I'm sorry, my lady." Hearing her reply to his typical question, his eyes shot to her analyzing her features. His body stood tall and even stepped closer to her. His hand brushed her cheek lightly with a softened smile. "Damila... You shouldn't lie. You look completely worn." His body turned away to hide his heart ache. Some reason it tore him apart knowing the lack of sleep she endured to teeter around with the raccoon. A change of conversation was in need as he normally showed his back as she dressed just in case she needed help of any sort. Of course, she never really needed help but he continued to stand as a shield of protection from the door or window. "You should dress..."
 
Sion enters after she knocks and watches her paint. He becomes confused, seeing what she was painting.
 
"It is kind of like my panther Atylla. He allows me to keep him and I need to understand that if he is misused or mistreated that he could very well leave or even kill me. His power exceeds mine just as magics does. Am I correct.... sir?" The title of sir was added almost as an afterthought. She still had to get used to serving royalty and hoped she would not make such a major mistake again.
 
Lady grinned at Himildis, "Surely even you are not that old. You must have been but a babe since you last came. I have heard of our families past relationships. The Grausam family has always had some dealings with the elves, not always did they end well. I do hope this visitation is in good light." Not that Lady was totally object to some trial in her courts, it sometimes would get dull being far removed. Though with people living is such a small space, with no where to go but the woods, a fight broke out almost every month, in not more. Sometimes with words, others with swords. If the dispute became to dire, Lady would call a court session and deal out punishments as fit. Perhaps Himildis would stick around long enough. "Will you be staying for the masquerade? I would very much like to see you there. This would also give us time to chat a bit more. I am sure you have much to share. Elven magic and culture is both colorful and intriguing."

The arrival of Cadmar and his news demanded Lady's attention. "Oh Cadmar! I had wondered where you had wandered off too. Ah, yes very sad. My girls endurance and wellness is always in question. I do hope she recovers soon." Lady then introduced the two, "Cadmar, I want you to meet our newest visitor, Lady Himildis of Myrnûrsant, and heir to the throne. She has blessed us with elven influence and has honored us with her presence." Lady was sure to do the introductions properly, though they did become tiring after doing them a thousand times. "And Lady Himildis, this is the captain of the guard, as well as my personal escort and adviser, Sir Cadmar Regio." The queen then took a step back to let the two introduce themselves with pleasantries.
 
"Do you understand with this means Sion? Do you think there's something in store for me?" She took the painting off the easel after letting it dry and started to pace. What did it mean? All of her painting were prophetic. Everything her painting presented happened. She even had a painting of the whole catastrophe with the bird yesterday in the kitchen. After she painted it, she started to practice that spell to reverse it. Those types of paintings were very specific, besides the ones when she paints flowers. Showing when they were going to bloom. Other people didn't understand that they actually had a specific meaning to them, as they just looked like a painting of flowers.

She sat down at her piano bench and started to simple melodies to get the painting out of her head. It would drive her crazy if she kept thinking about it.
 
"Oh no. I'm not lying. But I shall get dressed." Damilia said. After rushing Tymel out of the room Damilia slipped on a red silk dress and fitted on a mask, a red mask. "Wont this be great for the mascarade?" Damilia exclaimed as she twirled around in the mirror. She slipped it off and then got into her regular black dress.
 
Sion sat down and watched, thinking about both the painting and his feelings.
 
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