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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 5, 2019 14:19:57 GMT -5
(WOOHOO I hope you have all the papers and stuff you need. That also the worst part. Waiting for so long and then finding out you didn't have the stuff D:
On a side note, I found a place online where I can read the warrior books for free, so YA GIRL IS STARTING FROM THE TOP )
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Post by Amber on Nov 5, 2019 15:35:16 GMT -5
(I thankfully had everything I needed (and then some), but it's done. I'll get a reply up when you get home.
Also awesome on the Warriors books Hope you have fun reading them~)
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Post by Amber on Nov 6, 2019 2:13:10 GMT -5
The half-elf could finally sigh in relief. His father was accepting Atlis into the safety of their kingdom and they were figuring everything out. Bazil was glad that they were one step closer to helping the Virelith royal and his kingdom. At least that's what the half-elf hoped. He didn't know where they could begin when it came to dealing with the neighboring kingdom. Pushing the thoughts away, he reassured himself they would think of something. As his father spoke, Bazil turned his attention back towards the king. He was surprised to hear he had been friends with the Virelith king. He supposed it made sense considering they were around the same age, however the prince still wasn't expecting it. The prince glanced at his father and offered a smile before turning his attention back towards Atlis.
"Evanora's right, you'll be safe with us. I feel sorry for the spy who runs into Val or any of her guards really." Although he didn't want to suggest there was someone sent for the Virelith prince, he also couldn't deny the possiblity. They could protect the redhaired man and his sister's words of confidence certainly helped with any unease. Atlis would be safe in Zetta. Bazil could tell the other prince was ecstatic to hear the news. Even if they didn't know what they were going to do yet, they were one step closer to figuring things out.
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The assassian had ended up in some type of hidden passage from an ancient oak door behind a thicket of foliage from the stables. She had managed to go unnoticed by the guards, which was a good thing. The young woman was able to follow the pair of footprints in the cool, stone passage. Although she had good intuition, she was concerned that she could get lost in the tunnels if she wasn't careful. It looked like few people really came down. Eventually, the assassian reached a wooden trapdoor. Quietly, she lifted the plank up and peered out onto the room. It appeared to be some type of storage room. After deeming it safe, she carefully lifted herself onto the floor and sealed the trapdoor back up.
Once everything looked normal, Olwen carefully opened the door and peered out into the other room. It was a kitchen. There were a few cooks around preparing for the evening meal. They were distracted, but it would be diffcult to sneak past them. After considering her options, the assassian closed the door and returned to the passageway. Sealing the trapdoor behind her, she trailed back and instead headed towards one of the other branches of the tunnel. She carefully marked the path before heading down the first tunnel. She was going to find a way into the castle and get to Atlis. Even if it was the last thing she would do.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 6, 2019 14:54:28 GMT -5
Atlis stood and walked over to Basil. "Well, I would be surprised if my father sent someone to look for me. There is no room for love in his heart." He shrugged his shoulders and patted Basil on the back. He was surprised to hear that the King knew his father, and that they had grown up together for a short amount of time. He was sure that his hard headed father was the cause of their loss of communication tho. He shrugged the comment off and went to sit down once more. "well, what now?" He asked, hoping that someone had an answer for him. "Its almost dinner time!" Evanora almost sang. For someone who seemed to struggle with finding her place in the castle, she sure seemed to have a lot of pep in her step. She nearly jumped onto her father shoulders when she heard the dinner bell ring, notifying them that dinner was almost ready to be served. The king let out a hardy laugh and turned to face the group of young royals. "I suppose now, young Atlis, We should find you a pace at the kings table, and get your bed chambers prepared for you." He put his arm around Evanoras shoulders and walked away to the front door. He was famished.
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Post by Amber on Nov 8, 2019 9:53:18 GMT -5
(Ah sorry for not replying earlier! I didn't see your reply until I bothered to check.)
Bazil glanced towards Atlis, giving him a sympathetic look. His gaze then wandered towards his father. He was lucky to have the king care for him and Evanora. He couldn't imagine what the Virelith prince was going through, though he would support the redheaded man. His attention turned towards his sister as she mentioned dinner. The half-elf smiled. A shared meal would be nice, especially after the long day. Bazil slowly got to his feet and stretched. As if on cue, the bell rang for their food. The prince followed his father and sister out of the room and into the castle halls. He held the door for Atlis, waiting for the other prince to get through. Once in the hall, Bazil began to head towards the dining room. Dinner would already be served, the cooks making sure it stayed hot either through magical means or simple tricks they learned.
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She wasn't sure how long she had been wandering around the tunnel for. Olwen hadn't come across any doors and the passage seemed to lead on forever. It made sense to some degree seeing the size of the Zettan palace. However she had expected to come across something by then. The assassian was tempted to turn back, however she didn't. She continued forward, bound to come across something sooner rather than later.
Eventually her luck paid off. At the end of the tunnel, there was another wood door. However it seemed to be slightly rotten and not as well kept as the door on the outside. For a few minutes, she worked it open before finally managing to get a way inside. It was another small room that had small steps leading to another trapdoor. Carefully she descended the stairs and opened the next door. It was a lot easier to open. When she poked her head through, she took a quick glance around. It was empty and appeared to be another storage area. The question was where was it? She pulled herself into the room and closed the trapdoor behind her. Before she went to open the door, she could hear voices on the other side.
It sounded like three men and a woman. It was diffcult to hear what they were saying through their muffled words. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps, fading conversation, and a door closing. She waited a few more moments before heading out to make sure there was nothing else. Silence. She finally opened the door slightly to take a look around. It appeared she was in some type of study, which was no unoccupied. A part of her was tempted to look around, but she didn't. It had nothing to do with her mission at that point. She had to find Atlis.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 11, 2019 21:22:38 GMT -5
(Sorry for my poof. I literally cant catch a break with life dude.)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 11, 2019 21:28:55 GMT -5
Atlis nodded and followed the king and his family, his stomach growing and turning over at the thought of a meal.He wasn't sure what to expect, but anything seemed appealing at this moment in time. he followed the Royals into a large dining room, the table five times larger than the amount of people that were going to eat there. Candles were lit nicely, plates waited for them at their appropriate seats, light music played in the background. as the king gestured for atlis to sit next to Basil, he gratefully waited for the king to sit first, then he would follow. After everyone had taken their seats, Atlis looked around. "Excuse me if i am over stepping, but the queen...?" He trailed off, looking from Basil to the king, and then to Evanora. evanora skipped her way to dinner, her cares lifted. Afterall, why should she be stressed? She wasnt the one running from her own father. As she opened the door, she almost ran to her seat, her eyes looking carefully at the plate set before her. Her portions were obviously larger than anyones in the room. her body seemed to grow ridged as Atlis asked his question."mother" she spat out as though the word was as bitter as Wormwood. She caught herself and looked down, ashamed.
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Post by Amber on Nov 11, 2019 21:29:37 GMT -5
(That sucks, but don't worry I understand. I hope things get easier for you.)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 11, 2019 21:33:51 GMT -5
(Me too because this is getting annoying xD )
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Post by Amber on Nov 11, 2019 21:36:01 GMT -5
(Haha yeah I can only imagine.)
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2019 14:16:10 GMT -5
The half-elf smiled as he entered the room. The scent of food filled the air, which made his smile widen and stomach growl. He was hungry despite having eaten earlier in the day. He couldn't wait to have a nice meal and hoped his guest felt the same. He wanted the other prince to feel comfortable and happy, especially after the rough days he had recently. When his father told Atlis to sit beside Bazil, the young man grinned. He hoped the other prince would feel comfortable as they shared the meal. After the king took his place, the half-elf sat down with the Virelith following his movements. Dinner began. The Zettan prince started to eat as their guest spoke up.
Bazil winced as Atlis mentioned his step-mother. Evanora wasn't on good terms with the woman. In fact their relationship was strained at best. The prince had mixed feelings on the woman. He liked his step-mother well enough, but he also couldn't forgive her for how she treated his sister. She had been kind to him despite not being her child and yet seemed to disregard Evanora. Guilt began to pull at his chest as he glanced towards the princess. He had always felt guilty that he seemed to be favored over her by his step-mother and could only wish it was the other way around. He glanced towards his sister as she bitterly said 'mother's. After a moment, he spoke up hinself.
"The situation's...complicated. Evanora and I don't share a mother. I mean you probably could tell by how we look," he said with a light laugh. He wiggled his ears before continuing on. "Mine was an elf noble who couldn't keep me. The other elves looked down on the fact that I'm half human, so I was sent to live with my father." He glanced at the king for a moment and smiled. He was grateful to have a good father.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 12, 2019 14:48:28 GMT -5
Atlis shifted in his seat awkwardly when he felt the tension in the room come to a peak. It seemed really easy for him to over step his boundaries here in the castle, and seeing that this was not his home, he was not sure where his feet belonged. As Basil took over the conversation, bringing it into control from Evanoras bitterness, Atlis nodded towards him. He let out a childish giggle when the half elf boy wiggled his ears. Despite knowing that Basil was different, he didn't look at him differently in anyway, for all he knew, they were the same. His mind quickly fluttered back to when the elf prince healed his blistered feet in the study earlier that day. He glanced down and wiggled his toes. Everything felt normal, yet his heart raced with a new found question that could very well raise the tensions in the room once again. "When you speak of being elvish, are there others here who have magical abilities?" His question seemed wide, easily demanding many different answers.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 12, 2019 14:49:24 GMT -5
(im holding off on the king and evanora at the moment. Would you like Evanora possibly to run into the assassin and bring her to the king? What were you thinking with that?)
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2019 14:56:20 GMT -5
(Sounds good. Also it could be interesting to have Evanora run into Olwen. Maybe Evanora mistakes her for some type of messenger or maybe a different kind of guard if you'd want?)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 12, 2019 15:04:23 GMT -5
(Yeah that could be fun.)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 12, 2019 22:21:05 GMT -5
(Were you waiting for me to post Evanora? XD )
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2019 22:42:09 GMT -5
(Haha yeah sorry about that. I have a reply written up, buy I wasn't entierly sure if you wanted to get something up with Evanora first. Do you want me to post what I have?
Also do you think the king would have magic or no?)
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2019 23:57:49 GMT -5
(Sorry for posting without waiting for your reply, I wanted tiger something up. If you want, I can go back and edit some things. Also speaking of edits, I did some stuff on the original post. Feel free to check it out and let me know if anything needs to be changed.)
Evanora and the king remained silent. Bazil didn't know how to take it, concerned that Atlis might've accidently made them uncomfortable. Well it was clear the situation was uncomfortable due to the nature of his step-mother, but he hoped neither was really hurt by the thought of the woman. As he glanced between his father and his sister, the other prince spoke up. He was asking about the half-elf's magic. Bazil smiled, glad for the change in topic. He wasn't entierly worried about his father getting mad at him. The topic of his abilities were bound to come up at one point or another. The king would probably understand.
"My mother has some magical abilities, but she's not that powerful or skilled I'm the ways of magic. She's more of a scholar actually. Eveanor, however, doesn't have magic." Bazil skipped over his father. It was up to him to decide what to tell the prince and truthfully he should've done the same for his sister. However he didn't want to blow off the other prince and preferred to keep the situation as relaxed as he could. The last thing he wanted was for a problem to arise and for Atlis to go from welcomed guest to unwanted pest.
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Once she was sure everyone was gone, the assassian slipped out from her hiding place completely. The room was empty, which meant she was safe to walk around. For a moment she took a look at what the study held. She was curious to find out who it may belong to. After a brief search, she discovered it belong to the prince of Zetta. She didn't quite know the royals names. it was something like Basal or Vaisal, or something. She wasn't too concerned about the prince's name, though and moved on. That's who was likely in the room unless there were some servants mulling around and chatting. Pushing the thoughts away, Olwen continued on her search. With quiet movements, she peeked out from the study, checking the halls. There was no one around, which relieved the young woman. Carefully she left the room and closed the door softly behind her.
Getting inside the castle was easy. Finding Atlis and leaving with the runaway prince would be the diffcult part. To make it even more challenging, she didn't know where to begin looking. For all she knew he was in the dungeons for 'invading' the kingdom or holding court with the king as she stood in the hall. Tracking, unfortunately, wasn't much use inside the Zettan palace. There was no way to leave distinctive showprints and nothing for clothing fibers to get caught on. She was completely blind. Then there was the matter of getting caught. Although she was quite careful and knew how to sneak around, the ivory-skinned assassian was worried how the royals would react if she were caught.
No, she couldn't think about that right now. Her current mission was finding Atlis and bringing him back to his mother, however that would work out. As she continued to wander through the castle, Olwen couldn't help but wonder if the prince would go with her. For all she knew he would think she was out to kill him and then what? Go back to Eadrid empty handed? Bring the queen back with her to the place and risk getting caught? The assassian wasn't entierly sure what she could do in case Atlis was unwilling to go with her.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 13, 2019 12:07:30 GMT -5
(I think it would be cool if the king had magical abilities, but kept it a secret until (whatever event we can come up with) forces him to use it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Aso its all good xD I fell asleep so Let me read your post and ?I'll get a reply up)
also, the front is wonderful. I just now realized that i had never given the king a name... How about we call him Sybil.
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Post by Amber on Nov 13, 2019 12:18:45 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me! You think he would keep it secret from his kids? I'm thinking not, but I wanted to hear your thoughts.
Pft no worries. Tired is tried and sleep is sleep. Anyway sounds good and take your time.
And the name works. I'll add it soon.)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 13, 2019 13:54:50 GMT -5
( i think that the kids should know, but outsiders and other people in the kingdom wont)
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Post by Amber on Nov 13, 2019 13:56:12 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me.)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 13, 2019 16:25:22 GMT -5
(Sorry, I was filling out a college application)
Atlis took to note the king and Evanoras silence into account. He seemed to be stepping on all the right toes here! He nodded in acknowledgement to Basils words, yet his curiosity seemed to spark more. "We don't have magic in my kingdom, so I do apologize, this is all very new to me." He said respectfully. He looked down a this food and realized he hadn't even eaten any of it. With an awkward smile he bag to eat. King Sybil smiled at Atlis, his eyes soft. "Dear Atlis, O?ur kingdoms differ greatly even though they are so close together." He said with a smile. He lifted his goblet to his mouth and drank happily, the fresh alcohol warming his throat. He was happy to answer the young princes questions, yet more thrilled that Basil was handling everything on his own. Pride swelled in his chest. That's my boy He thought happily. Evanora shot a disrespectful glance at Basil. He always seemed to throw the fact that she didn't have magic around so lightly, when it seemed to be the very threads that made this kingdom stand out from the others around it. She shoveled the last of her food into her mouth and swallowed hard. "If you do not mind, I would like to be excused." She mumbled as she stood to her feet. The king acknowledged her request with a wave of his hand. She left the dining room in somewhat of a hurry, her chest hot with anger. She felt as though she could punch something. as she stormed into down the hall, she didn't notice the stranger prowling. She ran into her, nearly knocking her over. Evanora stepped back, her agitation reaching a peak "Excuse you!" She squeaked, her hands in fists. "Be more careful would you?" She spat out, shoving past the woman. A few moments passed and her steps slowed. Who was that... She thought to herself. She turned to look in the direction of the other person and shrugged. "maybe basil with all his magic will be able to tell who she is." She grumbled, walking away.
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Post by Amber on Nov 13, 2019 18:23:17 GMT -5
(Sounds good. Also do you think Olwen should get caught, awkwardly stumble into the dining room trying not to get caught, or maybe get questioned by Evanora?)
"Don't worry about it," the half-elf began with a smile. "We understand. Magic can be a strange thing and sometimes hard to understand. There's a lot of magic in our lands and with our people." He was careful not to revealed too much, trying not to overstep as much as he already had. He wasn't sure how much his father would want their guest to know and the less he said the better. As he glanced towards the Virelith prince, Bazil noticed a change in his sister. She went from having a good time to glaring at the prince. He frowned, concerned for his sister. I guess Atlis made her mad, he thought as he watched Evanora leave.
"You alright?" He tried to ask as the princess left. She didn't answer, either ignoring him due to her change in mood or from the fact she didn't simply hear him. He didn't push it as he turned his attention back towards the others remaining in the room. "So shall we begin to discuss our plans for the next few days?" It was important to figure out what they would do in the near future. If the Virelith king found out that his son was in the Zettan capital being protected by the royals he wasn't sure what would happen.
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For a while there was no one in sight. In fact if she didn't know better, she would assume the palace was abandoned. She was surprised to find the building so empty. As she walked through the halls, the assassian finally heard someone up ahead. As Olwen looked up, she ran into a girl heading in the opposite direction. She didn't seem happy. Before she could say anything, the girl was snapping at her to 'be more careful'. The assasin grumbled and rolled her eyes, but still held her tongue as the stranger passed. The young woman glared after the well-dressed girl as she left. She really wanted to say something, but would rather not get caught or get on her bad side. By the way she dressed and held herself, it appeared she was someone important. A scholar or some type of noble...maybe even a royal.
Olwen glanced back towards the girl once more before turning away. The sooner she could get out of her sight, the better. The assassian continued through the halls, hoping to find any sign of Atlis.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 14, 2019 12:32:43 GMT -5
(Maybe she could be found again by Evanora, and get questioned, and then Basil and Atlis walk in on them talking¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
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Post by Amber on Nov 14, 2019 13:00:38 GMT -5
(That could work. Maybe seeing Olwen bothered Evanora enough to question her?)
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 14, 2019 16:16:32 GMT -5
(Yeah, I like that idea)
Evanora slumped on the couch she found herself sitting on. It was a rather uncomfortable couch, seeing that it was almost as old as her great grandmother. She crossed her arms and tried to recall the situation that had happened earlier at dinner. Why was she so upset? Was it because Basil had singled her out in front of Atlis? She didn't even know him, so her to get so heated was silly. She took a deep breath. Suddenly a thought struck her. Who was that woman in the hallway? She thought she knew most, if not all the staff in her own Castle, yet for some reason, this lady was severely unfamiliar. She leaned forward and looked down the hall, the darkly dressed lady had just disappeared around the far corner of the long, quiet hall. She slowly got to her feet, slid off her shoes so her steps were muffled, by her socks, on the marbled floors. She followed quickly behind, wanting to catch up to her. When she was close enough, the young girl shoved the assassin against the wall roughly. "Who are you?" She demanded. Atlis and the king finished up their food and wiped their mouths with the napkins sitting before them. Atlis turned his steel green eyes towards the king and waited for an answer. I think right now, Atlis can have the room that neighbors yours. That way if anything was to happen, Basil would know." He dipped his head approvingly towards his son. "Other than that, I think it best for the pair of you, Evanora included, that you three do not go out of the castle walls without at least three guards accompanying you." He made it a note for those words to sound more stern that most of his conversation. "We do not need someone stumbling on you three and cause problems." He said with a nod ofhis head. He lifted his cup and gulped the remaining liquids from it loudly. "You," He cough, "Atlis, you can roam this castle as though it were yours. No harm will come to your head while you are safe in these walls. As far as your father is concerned, you're mine now." He said with a wink. His intentions were not to scare the young prince and make him think he was being held hostage. In fact, he was free to go if he so chose to, but if that decision were made, the king was not going to worry about trying to protect him. That was simply not his responsibility. "Do I make these things clear?" King Sybil asked, standing to his feet.
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Post by Amber on Nov 15, 2019 1:15:27 GMT -5
Bazil nodded along to his father's words as he finished his food. That would work for him and hopefully Atlis as well. As his father continued on mentioning they must have guards accompanying, the half-elf couldn't help but sigh. His morning and evening rides were specifically made so he could escape the watchful eyes of the guards. Although he didn't say a word, Bazil knew he would just have to be more careful about sneaking out. When the king asked if he was clear, the prince nodded.
"Of course, father." Bazil answered with a smile. Of course he would also still try and sneak out fir his rides. It wasn't like there was any sign if real danger yet. He would still be fine to go out to the nearby forest and ride. Besides, it was close enough it he castle and patrolling guards. He would probably be fine. With his meal done, he excused himself from the table and waited to see what Atlis wanted to to. He would gladly give the other a prince a tour of the castle though would also leave him along if he so chose. He didn't want to be bossy with his guest, preferring the prince to be comfortable in the half-elf's presence.
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Olwen was half way down the hall and hopelessly searching for the Virelith prince. She kept her focus ahead only occasionally looking around for guards. As she continued along her path, the assassian yelped in surprise as she was shoved aganist a wall. She fought every instinct to fight back aganist the unknown figure, preferring to not make the situation any worse than it was. When the assassian could finally get a good look a her attacker, she rolled her eyes when she realized it was the brat from moments before. The ivory-skinned woman tried to read the girl for a moment. She noticed that she took off her shoes- likely to sneak up on the assassian -and was suspicious of Olwen. The woman wasn't threatened by the girl, however she also wasn't in the mood to deal with her. Trying to keep her dislike for the stranger from being obvious, she finally answered her question.
"A messenger," she grunted. As the shorter girl watched the assassian for a moment, Olwen lightly pushed her away and removed herself from the wall to face the stranger. She didn't like the strange, curly-haired girl. That much she knew for a fact. After a moment, Olwn continued. "Why? And what was that for?" She didn't like being pushed around and wouldn't stand for it, even if the stranger was some sort of high ranking scholar or even a royal.
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Post by Brindlebriar on Nov 17, 2019 14:26:02 GMT -5
Evanora scrunched her face up in agitation. She did not like the strange woman, but what she didn't like more than that was her poor excuse for trespassing in her castle. She watched the other womans movements carefully and out her hands on her hips. "You do not look like a messenger from anywhere in this kingdom." She observed, looking her up and down. Atlis nodded and looked a Basil, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He knew that they would have some ery interesting times ahead of them, and he loved the thought of having somewhat of a brother and sister now to share things with. In the back of his head tho, nervousness bubbled up. What if someone was going to come looking for him? What if his father just pronounced him dead? Would he ever be allowed back in vireleth now that he ran? He tried not to think on these things, but hoped that maybe he would get to talk to someone eventually. Atlis watched the king as he sood and left the room. "Well, what now?" Atlis asked Basil. The day was coming to an end, but that didn't mean that theirs had to as well.
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Post by Amber on Nov 17, 2019 14:56:43 GMT -5
Bazil gave his father a small nod as he led the way from the dining room. As they walked through the halls, Atlis asked about what they would do next. The half-elf prince smiled. "I think I should also to my sister first. She stormed off suddenly and I want to see if she's alright."
Truthfully he was concerned for her. She was quite the sass and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. So when she left without a word, he couldn't help by worry for the girl. Of course he also didn't know where to begin looking for her either. She could be in her room, or the garden, or even their great-grandmother's study. He glanced towards Atlis, curious to see what the other prince had to say.
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"Well I'm new," Olwen answered smoothly. "I'm from one of the small farming communities on the border. It's called Crops." It was a real town within Zetta, but she didn't know much about it. She assumed it was a farming community by the name and could only hope the girl was more ignorant than she was. There was silence for a few moments as the curly-haired girl stared at the assassian.
"Well if we're done here, then I better go. They're expecting me." The ivory-skinned woman slowly backed away. She didn't want to stay in the presence of the stranger any longer than she had to. She was smart in asking her questions and if Olwen wasn't careful, she could get thrown in the dungeons.
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