The queen paced the length of her room in the grand palace. The folds of her floor length burgundy gown swishing and moving to the sway of her hips. She propped an arm on her other, the pale and delicate fingers fiddling with the tip of her earring that dangled down low. She turned her honey brown eyes to the window to look down at the capitol city and the fields that grew near and far from them.
She could see the edges turning brown and crumbling while it should be harvesting season. They should be bright with fruit and ready to be plucked from their stems. Soon the snow would fall and there would barely be enough to feed the city. She hoped that the other courts had better luck. It was common knowledge that as the queen faded, the land would either until she choose an heir. She adored both of her children endlessly. The choice wouldn't be an easy one. Even now, she could look into the garden at Cas who was speaking brightly to the gardeners as he helped them weed out the flower beds. She smiled, those luscious lips parting to reveal a row of bright teeth. She shook her head and let out a small cough.
She sighed and walked over to her desk and sat in the plush chair. She looked over the working space and grabbed six identical pieces of parchment and her quill along with her bottle of ink. She readied herself as she sipped the pen with a shaking hand and pressed the tip of the quill pen to first parchment and began to write out a message to each of the courts of her needs and requests...
The time has come when I have started to fade. The kingdom is coming to suffer. I request that you all come to the Grand Palace for my final weeks. As you all would, I am having trouble deciding which of my children should rule after I am ready to finally fade off completely.
I request that you be here by three days after you receive this message. Bring the Lord or Lady of the court and your heir of choice and an open mind to help me decide.
Holcene, Queen of the Realm)
She looked at the papers and nodded, putting the pieces into the envelopes and stamping them with the royal seal. She stood and walked out of her room and entered into the grand halls. She nodded to every servant, maid, and guard as she walked with a purpose to the outside grounds. Laying on the lawn was a large Eastern Dragon, colored blue and silver like the sky above. Holcene smiled, "Gweyr, deliver these please?" She asked politely with a voice like music. The dragon stood, stretching as he circled the small in comparison queen.
He nodded, "Of course, they'll have them by tonight. Not to worry, my queen," he said silkily and brushed against her gently and gently took the envelopes with his talons before he took to the sky looking every bit as graceful and majestic as the dragons were told to be in the legends and fairy tails. Holcene smiled, dizzy from her trek, but she turned and walked back to the Palace.
Gweyr went to Night, Day, Winter, Autumn, Spring, and then Summer. He reaches Summer just before dawn and didn't leave any court without making sure that each Lord, Lady, and Heir had read the message thoroughly.
Edited at August 3, 2020 03:55 PM by Different Times
The young lord huffed as he snatched the envelope from the dragon. Gweyr of course returned the affection and growled before he nodded at Amren and turned to leave, lifting off gracefully. Faust opened the letter then. He scanned the paper carefully before snorting. He shook his head and waved it at his short sister.
He laughed, "I knew she wanted me. Nasty old hag," he said, on the higher pitch of things. He was in his bed clothes although he rarely slept. The navy blue robe wrapped around him, but revealed enough to let everyone know he was shirtless and long enough to make people wonder if he was wearing pants. Unlike normal, he was free of jewelry or anything too shiny. Other than the silkiness of the robe that was patterned with dark grey thorns and roses.
He smirked as he ran a hand through his dark hair that was falling out of its ponytail. He sighed, "I need to pack! Amren, be a dear and tell Tessie* that she'll be running things for a bit," he said as he walked back up to his rooms with a sky grin on his regal face. He threw the letter to land on his king sized, plush bed and walked into his closet. He grabbed his finest along with a few outfits on the rugged side for when he decided to go for a ride. Holcene did breed the best unicorns in the country. He sighed, looking at the wall that was a sheet of mirror. He turned and looked at his bum, "When did I lose my ass?' he questioned aloud, his hand twitching slightly before it flicked up to his neck and scratched the back. His head jerked to the side before he shivered and walked back out to his room.
He paused at his vanity, staring at his jewelry boxes and the loose shiny things that decorated the surface. He pouted out his lip with a huff, "How do I choose what to bring?" He mumbled to himself, fingering the pieces carefully. He smiled wickedly, "I guess I'll have to. We don't know what will happen there, do we?" He asked, smirking up and into the mirror.
Edited at August 3, 2020 09:38 PM by Different Times
Why in the world did he send me after that stupid orc again? Oh yeah because he wanted this stupid nose ring. The elf looked over at the pack that bumped with each of Goliath's strides as the duo walked down the familiar path to the Night court. Of course her saddle was currently filled by the white harpy eagle named Mystique, cliche I know, who was happily preening her feathers.
Zeb ran a dark hand over her clothing letting out a grunt of annoyance finding more of the orc's dried snot still clinging to her clothes. He owes me a new pair of riding boots...and cloak. Even with scrubbing that stuff isn't coming out. Goliath brought the elf out of her thoughts with a gentle nudge and pointed his nose to the sky making Zeb take note of the dragon above.
"Oh that can't be good." She pushed Mystique gently which earned a ruffled look from the bird but she soon took off from the saddle and continued towards the court. Zeb was in the saddle shortly after the larger bird had left urging the stallion below her into a run. It wasn't often she had seen the dragon of the Queen but she knew it usually meant something important if he visited. Once they were inside the courtyard, Zeb quickly slid from Goliath's back and removed her package upon reaching the stables.
"Mystique you need to stay here with Goliath. You know how Amedeus is." The bird seemed to huff but followed the stallion into his stall perching on the side as Zeb began to untack him. Soon she was walking out of the stable and heading into the main building where the Lord resided. She offered a quick bow towards the Priestess Amren before heading to the one place she had a feeling the Lord would be at.
She didn't bother knocking as she opened the door and tossed the package towards the Lord's feet before she folded her arms across her chest leaning against the wall. "You have never had an ass Fausty." Her aggrivation written on her face as she watched him for a few moments. "There is your jade nose ring. I don't care why you wanted it but you ruined my best boots and cloak." Bits of dried snot dotted the snow white hair of the elf that had tendrils framing her face after falling out of the french braid. "Are we going somewhere?"
She snatched the letter and read it herself, she shook her head. Her curls bounced, "I'm gonna go practice," she says. She waved down a maid, "Pack my bags?" She asked as she whisked away to the training ring. She wiped her hands on her breeches and walked over to the rack of weapons.
hmm... Battle axe? Long sword? Twin blades? She pondered over each of the items and reached out, fingering at the blade's tips. She sighed and grabbed the longsword and hefted it up and walked over to the arranged dummies. With a glare, she swung at the side and watched as the straw and dust blow out in a large cloud. She wiped her forehead as the dirt settled on her caramel skin.
She turned her pale blue gaze to the door, noticing that the door was still shut she threw the sword to the ground and huffed. "Pointless." She kicked the dummy roughly with a low growl. She huffed and plopped onto the dirt floor, not caring if she got dirty
Scanning the letter for a second time, the Day Court's heir let out a frustrated growl. Cairo stood and strode to the stables, her golden tiger and dog following at her heels. She would have to go to the summit alone, but at least she could bring her beloved pets. She stroked her tiger Sappho's head as she made it to the pasture. Her alicorn, Amfortas trotted over and nudged her with his pollished black horn, ruffling his wings.
A gift from Night Court's Lord Faust, and a dear one at that. She had never properly thanked him for the alicorn...
She climbs the fence and hops off next to Amfortas. "Kindling, inside. I will not be taking you yet." She commands her dog, climbing up onto the chocolate colored back of her steed.
Her tiger pranced alongside her as she set Amfortas to a gallop. If I keep this pace, I should arrive in a day and a half's time, Cairo thinks, steering her steed along the dirt path. A river gurgles next to them as all three set into pace. This had better be a reunion to remember...
As dawn arrived, so did Gweyr. Ky was posted on the Winter Palace wall, his bright blue eyes scanning the horizon. The last thing he'd been expecting, though, was an Eastern Dragon dropping by. His brow furrowed as he watched Gweyr pass by, knowing that he only came by on the Queen's errands. Was something wrong?
He shook the thought from his mind and focused once again on the country below him; it was not a guard's place to concern himself with a royal's tidings. If his Lord, Lady, or Heir ordered him somewhere, he would go, and he wouldn't ask questions.
Even if he really, really wanted to.
It wasn't long after the great dragon had left that Ryvven came to replace him at the watchtower. Ky saluted quickly and walked off to find something to eat. The graveyard shift was a killer, and there was little time to eat despite the Court seemingly dead. The only sounds at night were wild parties in the distance. Now, though, it was eerily quiet. Perhaps the people had made note of the dragon, too, but Alkyre suspected that they were simply hungover.
After eating, Ky made his way to the training yard with a pomegranite in hand. He shouldered open the door, picking apart the fruit, and made his way towards the weapon racks before freezing in place and glancing over at the figure of the Winter Heiress flumped on the ground.
With a guilty flick, Ky hid the fruit in his satchel and bowed low.
"Did I interrupt something, my Lady?" he asked, keeping his eyes down and his back bent. "I will leave, if you'd like."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Nah, you don't have to leave. Company is fun, right?" She asked, standing up and brushing off her breeches and tunic top. It didn't show on her face as she was calm, but she was embarrassed deeply. He saw my tantrum... probably thinks I'm a brat now. She thought to herself. Oh, well. She turned to the male, "Do you want to spar?" She asked politely, looking at him with the gaze of her namesake. Both intimidating and beautiful. "If you wanted to take a break, I get it. You're....Alkyre, right? Graveyard shift?" She questioned him.
Standing a bit straighter, she tucked a white curl behind her pointed ear that was without jewelry. She picked up her blade and brushed it off carefully. She offered a bit of a smile at him. She remembered him, sort of. She'd seen him around, but as Heir she rarely got the chance to talk to anyone without a high and mighty title. And captain of the guard, but he could shove it. She inwardly sighed, wanting to roll her eyes at the thought of the Captain.
She shrugged, her smile turning into a playful smirk, "Unless you're scared of course." She said. "And I would totally understand why," she cooed at him. Her hair that had been pulled back into a braid was falling loose, the ringlets bordering her face and curling up everywhere they could like ivy vine. She could take a moment and relax, right? No shame in having fun.
Even if your type of fun meant slashing at eachother with very sharp objects.