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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 20, 2011 15:51:02 GMT -5
  Avalon was beautiful today as it always was. The little princess raced down the halls of the palace toward the lower quarters. Her dress was intricate and beautiful--worthy of a princess Fae--and her crown was flowers woven together. The flowers were always fresh; her crown was replaced every day. Her clothes were cleaned and new ones woven for her whenever she returned from a long day of play. There was nothing imperfect for the little elf princess. She was supposed to shine nothing but excellence. If only Nadezdha's personality were more pleasing.
She ran to the quarters of her companion, who was a mere jester. It came as a displeasure from her parents that she associated with him at all, but Nadezdha didn't care. She loved her friend Robin. He was her only friend. All of the other children in the palace were too serious or treated her differently because she was royalty, but not Robin. Robin treated her like any other person for the most part. Sure, there were times when he did act a bit more below her, but Nadezdha couldn't expect full-on equality. It was just impossible.
"Robin!" She squealed excitedly as she ran into his room and pounced on his bed. "Get up, Robin! Get up! It's time to go to the wishing tree! C'mon, Robin, let's go!"
The little elf moved off and wiggled excitedly. Her bright blue eyes shone with absolute joy. Nadezdha had been waiting for this day for a week now. Nothing was going to convince her otherwise that it was time to go right now.
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Post by puck on Jul 21, 2011 10:38:20 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] Morning. It was when the sun shined, birds chirped, grass grew and the cool breeze smelled of dew. It was also when Robin slept in... or tried to, seeing as there was currently an effervescent bouncy princess preventing him from doing that.
"Muhhh," he said, vocalising his complaint but not defying her. No, that would be immensely stupid -- he sat up with the sluggishness of molasses going uphill. In January. On crutches. "Nadiya... I r'spect your opinion, but I got no pants on yet..."
Not that he really cared, much. Wearing his jesters's outfits was like wearing tights and not much else. But, oddly enough, he felt the tiniest bit self-conscious when it came to being in his sleeping clothes around her; it felt somehow wrong to be in a too-baggy shirt and not much else, even seeing as he was a child. Alas, the tribulations of being a young puck.
Yawning, he pointed, "Go cover your eyes in th'corner and we'll go. No peeking." He eyed her carefully. "Too early for peeking, you'll wake the whole castle."
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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 21, 2011 12:34:41 GMT -5
The little princess giggled at the idea of her friend having no pants on. She was not shy about anatomy; it was uncommon that the fairy species was in the first place. Nadezdha had seen a naked man before, though completely on accident, but it was not shaming. She hadn’t even apologized for it, nor had expected an apology. It had been an interesting experience, though one she was not allowed to talk about. The fairy obediently hopped off his bed and ran to the corner while covering her eyes. Her mischievous nature willed her to peek, but he was her friend and she told herself not to. Still, her smile went wide across her face as she wiggled with anticipation.
Could Robin not dress faster? It was the day! The day had been planned last week after her insistent begging and pleading for him to accompany her. It was a half a day’s worth trek, but Nadezdha didn’t care. The princess had insisted she’d be fine and could take the distance.
“We have to take an offering to the tree, Robin. Maybe we can take it a bucket of water? Trees love water, especially in this heat!” The girl continued to ramble on about plants and their love of water, thus moving into their life cycle. She loved nature. That much was apparent. It was also apparent she was very well-educated in that verse. Her strongest point she could talk about in nature was flowers. Nadezdha loved flowers and could tell individuals about them for hours and hours. Their history and meanings were sacred to her, thus why it was so hard to give her flowers as a gift. One had to know what they were telling her when giving it to her, or else the girl grew offended.
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Post by puck on Jul 21, 2011 14:40:08 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] It wasn’t that Robin was a modest fellow. It was just that, well, she was a princess, and to wantonly display himself before one supposed to be so… innocent, so virginal, well. Better safe than sorry. Because there was really no other reason to be embarrassed of his body around her... right?
“I know, Nadiya, stars and stones,” he said, tugging off his garment and quickly replacing it. His normal jester’s outfit would be really impractical for the journey they were about to take; instead of dolling up like usual, he instead just grabbed a simple tunic, trousers, and boots. They felt strange on him. He was so used to getting all garishly clothed and slathered on with face-paint, to be this plain was surreal.
“All done.” He grinned at her lopsidedly, rubbing an eye with the back of his hand. “We would have to be quick, if we’re to bring water. In this heat it’s gonna get warm, and to bring hot water to a too-hot tree would be really rude, wouldn’t it?” His mouth twisted a bit in thought, gaze becoming a bit far-off. It was really a bugger of a question – what does one get for a tree that already has everything?
“What if…” he started, raising a finger in the air. “What if we got it some flowers? Definitely carnations, if we do. Pink ones. Those are the ones that mean worship, right?”
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Post by Nadezdha Ivanova on Jul 22, 2011 15:57:45 GMT -5
The Fae spun around as soon as he was done and raced to him. She skidded to a stop right before him and was all smiles. He did bring a fair point, though. They would have to move fast if they wanted to get a cold bucket of water to the tree. She blinked thoughtfully and rubbed her chin as she eyed the ceiling with dramatic thought. "Can't we just cool the water with magic when we get there, Robin?" Nadezdha knew a little magic, but she was mostly skilled with fire. That had become obvious when she'd nearly burnt all the tapestry down in the palace. She'd gotten in a lot of trouble for that.
"You know magic, don't you?" Nadezdha honestly didn't know. She gave him a curious look with those bright, blue eyes of hers. Did jesters learn magic? Nadezdha had been schooled in it for a while now, and it was tiresome work. She enjoyed it more than her other studies. There was so much studying to do that it made her little mind reel. The only class that could trump magic was the one on nature. Nadezdha never minded studying that at all.
His mention of the flowers sparked the girl. She gave him a look fo displeasure and immediately corrected him. "A carnation can be called the flower of love or the flower of the gods, but it does not mean worship! A pink carnation represents gratitude!" Nadezdha placed her hands stubbornly on her hips before becoming thoughtful again. "It could still work, though. We could offer the carnation as a sign of gratitude to the tree. Do you think the wishing tree would like that? It'd just be hard to get it there fresh."
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