by iShame » Sun Nov 06, 2011 2:30 pm
Notes on this part:
-This is only the first part of part three.
Princess Azeban, More notes in Part two.
Dezai, Best Girl Friend to Princess Azeban. Is a Royal family below King Frul and Queen Azala, among other family's.
"Sir, A parcel from the Petican kindgom." Selo spoke, his voice firm as he approached King Frul. A long black beard highlighted his toned face and sunken cheeks. His eyes the color of ivy, deep with love for his kingdom and friend, King Frul.
Frul's eyes watched his friend enter, wanting a smile to offers, but the arrival of the message seemed a nuisance. "Thank you, Selo." He said, taking the message though quick fingers. "A good thing Azala isn't here.." He added quietly, giving himself a small laugh as well.
King Frul and Queen Azala,
My son, Malx grows impatient for your Princess, and threatens to come down himself. He has the impatience of a spoiled toddler, that he does. I know I have sent several letters regarding any early arrival from Princess Azeban, and the date she becomes of age.
Regards,
King Galadel
Frul had read the letter several times before setting it down. He looked up at Selo, who waited with his hands clasped behind his back. "Selo, fetch me a quil and paper." He spoken sullenly, his tone distracted and disoriented.
Selo nodded, exiting Fruls chamber to find his quils and ink.
Meanwhile
A light skinned girl with black hair stood atop a moving mares saddle, her arms waving back and forth gracefully. A broad grin lined her mouth as she slid back, but was soon to fade as she missed her step, and fell onto the ground. Sprawled like a turtle on it's back, she laid their, staring up at her horse with a soft smile. "You were grand Femol." She told the mare, grabbing it's muzzle as she smiled once more.
"Are you alright, Aze?" Dezai called, running down the slopped pasture hills with a new found sense of urgency.
"I'm fine, Dezai. Just a few scrapes, no one will notice." Azeban replied swiftly, hoping to her feet eagerly. She pulled black strands from her mouth, it's taste unammused to her mouth. She turned from her friend to rub Femols muzzle softly, knowing the mare like the back of her hand, Femol enjoyed the attention, giving a loving sound as she was touched.
Dezai smiled at Aze and her mare. "I came to tell you that my mother would like you to come over sometime. She loves your company, and she knows your skills with MeMel are astounding. She says you have a true gift with horses." She carried on, leaning back against a white fence rail leisurely.
"Your mother likes to use my skills for profit." Azeban said, not taking her gaze from Femol, who stared back lovingly. "It doesnt help to tell lies of saying how good I am, no matter the small truth behind it." Aze added looking back at her sister.
"It is not a lie. My mother loves the Miricals you pull off for our family. And yes, she brags. I can't stop her, I'm a girl." Dezai spoke, furrowing her brows.
Within moments, both girls were laughing, knowing the other was kidding.
"I'll come and visit soon, promise. My mother and father have some friend they want me to meet later today. He's from the Petican's kingdom." Aze spoke, rubbing Femol's chin as she watched
Dezai nodded, holding in the last of her laughs as she stood properlyy. "Well, Princess Azeban, good luck with this friend. Send me a letter when your back, if you don't like this guy, I might." She said, giving a bow as she turned.
Azeban looked after her, and smiled, turning back to Femol. "Well, let's get your sweaty pores taken care of, then well feed you plenty for your fabulous work today." She told the mare who answered with a shrill, but happy whinny. Together, the two headed for the stables.
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