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[gender] female [age] twenty [title] princess [ location ] forest stream [ tagged ] fionn

Starring into the rippling stream Caoimhe repeated the words of the prophecy over and over to herself as if that would give them more semblance of sense. Who were the five brothers? What was the mark? Question after question raced through her mind and for once the wild princess wished she was a little less wild and a little more like her twin Rhena. If anyone could find the answer to this riddle of a prophecy it would be her twin sister, for as long as they'd been alive it seemed that her sister had possessed an affinity for all things intellectual while Caoimhe had been drawn to the more physical pursuits. Though they were twins the two sisters couldn't have been made to be more different, from looks to personality, many people commented on their differences from the lowest born commoner to the highest of nobles. As she stared into the shallow waters Caoimhe couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her golden blonde hair, out of all her sisters it seemed that she was the only one to have inherited blonde locks from their parents which at times made her feel like the odd one out in a family of seven.
Brushing away those useless and extremely unhelpful thoughts the princesses forced herself to return to the task at hand, solving at least some portion of the prophecy. The third a girl so wild and free, will try to outrun the sea, ever since the black rider had returned to this forest and supposedly back to the fae realm that phrase had been knocking around in her skull and giving rise to those heart pounding dreams that left her exhausted. The words themselves were simple but the meaning behind them was mystifying, how could anyone outrun the ocean? Caoimhe had only been to the ocean a handful of times and though she knew how to swim and even sail she knew there was one thing no one could do and that was outrun the largest body of water in the world. Sighing in frustration Caoimhe ran a hand through her hair no matter how much she thought about all of this the more questions crept up, questions that Caoimhe alone could not answer.
Hearing the soft crunch of leaves beside her Caoimhe became very still, though she often ran wild in these forests the princess knew that she had to be cautious when dealing with strangers. Though she wasn't completely defenseless when it came to her combat skills Caoimhe was no fool, if she could outrun someone that was better than trying to face them in combat. Tensing her muscles and ready to take off in a moments notice Caoimhe's plans for escape were faulted when a familiar teasing voice floated towards her. Looking up Caoimhe couldn't help but smile as the huntsman approached her "Well clearly I'm lost." she replied her voice dripping with sarcasm. Pushing herself up the blond princess shook the leaves and forest debris off of her cape before looking back up at Fionn and answering honestly "I've always found this to be the best place to think." she told him honestly knowing that the hunter would be able to see through any lie she could have made up.

I'm so SORRY about the time that this took, I've had a fairly busy week}}

[rogue,]

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xxr[ title || princess ]xi[ role || the smart ]xi[ age || twenty ]xi[ location || library ]xi[ tags || natalya, dorian ]


A small smile of agreement was given, "He usually does, he must be the only one who is here more often than I am," her gaze followed the slight gesture Natalya laid out before her, eyes sweeping the shelves of the little corner she had established as her very own base of operations. True, her sister enjoyed the occasional book, but her curiosity was equal parts Caoimhe and equal parts Rhena. If Nat sought adventure, she would go -- which couldn't be said for the younger sister. She found comfort in the indoors, but that was no secret. Rhena closed her eyes. "Fey," she cleared her throat and then swallowed thickly, offering up her own question. "Do you... do you suffer from those nightmares too?" For Rhena at least, it was a touchy subject. Regardless, the more she could find out about correlations between her own and the nightmares of her sisters, the easier it would be to diagnose. Or, at the very least, find a solution. But it would always be a temporary one. Always temporary. Constantly running from one to another, fearful of it catching up.

Hush with that now, though. "A day like any other, I should think," she responded to Dorian. Even though he missed pointing at her by a long shot, Rhen did shy away and scoot herself slightly behind Natalya. "Then aren't you lucky I just happen to have a partial itinerary?" but then was quick to shoot herself down with: "Again, it's nothing much." Rhena didn't make a move to hand anything over, mainly because it wasn't actually written down. Not that Dorian could take any notes anyway; he held a pen but lacked the paper aspect. Quite unorganised; what on earth had happened to the meticulous scholar? Didn't take him as the type for a late night drink or two, so perhaps just a one-off fluke. She fiddled with the bookmark in the novel as he fixed his attire, then turning to her sister with an incredulous look on her face. "Dorian does realise his shirt's inside-out, doesn't he?" she hid a chuckle, using it as an opportunity to inform them both. Points to Rhen, in their on-going war, it seemed.

It was at that point that Dorian posed a question, and Rhena waited for her sister to take the lead and answer first. She allowed her eyes to travel and murmured, "I'm sure something important will." Voice quiet, tone soft. Nat then found herself a seat, and left the fourth sister the only one standing. Not metaphorically, either. With shoulders lifting, she remained within the vicinity of Nat, keeping her as a form of close protection. Her gaze dropped to hide that sheepish smile of hers at her sister's use of a nickname. She lightly scratched the dust from the cover of the book in her hands. "Me? Well, just research," her eyes lifted and she gave them both a half-hearted smile. Truthfully, she was curious as to his late arrival, so leant against a bookshelf alongside her sister and awaited his answer.

[adcatfish]

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( role. the sailor ) ➞ ( gender. male ) ➞ ( age. twenty-one) ➞ ( location. sam's apothecary ) ➞ ( tagged. samuel )
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-----Islwyn had woken up rather early that morning. He was currently out at sea, having taken a job with a merchant who was a friend of his father's. Today was the day that the ship would return back to Esterwich; once there, he'd help unload the cargo then head back to the capital city of Isolde to search for another job. That was how Islwyn spent most of his days; find work for himself as a sailor, depart from Esterwich, return and repeat. He was content, however; he loved spending time out in the open ocean, where he could gaze all the way to the horizon and watch the sky gradually turn orange as the sun set. There wasn't anything quite like the sea, in his opinion. Every voyage was exciting and thrilling, and he wouldn't give up his current way of life for anything.

-----The sun hadn't been up for long when the ship finally neared the port. Islwyn and a few other of his fellow sailors headed out to the deck, awaiting the ship's arrival to the docks. Islwyn was one of the ones tasked with actually docking the ship once it arrived in the port; he quite familiar with how it was done, and had docked ships several times before. Once the ship had reached the port and was lined up by the docks, Islwyn made his way over to the side of the boat. He prepared to step down onto the wharf when a particularly large wave crashed against the sides of the boat, causing him to lose his balance. He ended up falling onto the wharf his side; it hadn't been a far drop, but his left arm had been scraped. He winced a bit from the pain, but ignored it for the moment. He went to work on tying one of the mooring lines to the moorings, moving onto the next line once he was done.

-----As soon as the ship was properly secured and the gangplank was lowered, Islwyn headed back onto the deck. He spared a glance at his arm; the injury was rather minor, and wasn't bleeding that much. Nevertheless, he reached for his travelling bag and took out a spare shirt which he wrapped around his arm. That'll do for now, he thought. He proceeded to help carry the ship's cargo onto the wharf, along with some of the other sailors. It took some time before the ship was fully emptied; once it was, Islwyn went on his way further into the town of Esterwich. There, he hired a horse for travel to Isolde. He wasn't nearly as experienced with riding horses than he was with sailing, but he was a decent rider and managed to make it to the capital city without too much trouble. Once in Isolde, he returned the horse to the company's shop located there and proceeded on foot.

-----He didn't know very many people who resided in Isolde; he had several acquaintances, but few friends. He was close friends with Princess Caoimhe, however; she shared his love for adventure and they often told tales of their recent expeditions. Perhaps he'd go see her before he left back for Esterwich. One of his other friends was Samuel, the healer. His apothecary shop wasn't far from here; Islwyn decided that he should go visit him first. It would probably be a good idea to get some herbs for his injury as well. He headed off in the direction of Sam's apothecary, stepping inside once he reached it. "Hello, Sam," he greeted him. It looked as if the healer was organizing some herbs; of course, Islwyn couldn't tell the difference between herbs of any sort. To him, they were just leaves, roots and flowers. "It's nice to see you again. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he added. His green eyes glanced down to his wrapped arm; he took off the shirt he had tied around it. The scratch had long since stopped bleeding, but Islwyn figured it was important he got herbs for it anyways. There was always a chance of infection. "I do wonder if you might have some herbs that could help in treating this?" he asked, motioning towards the arm.

[Celliur]

Samuel noticed a customer entering, but he noticed it was Islwyn, an old friend of his. It seemed like he was always gone, off to an adventure which he thought Islwyn was lucky. He was sorting some of the herbs he collected today in small packages t give some of his frequent patients. "It's nice to see you too, Islwyn. I'm not busy." He smiled and he set down the small packages of herbs. "I do have some herbs for your tiny wound. It'll sting though." He said and he got a comfrey leaves and roots and he began to mush it up into it was a bit mushy. He grabbed some clean bandages. "Show me your arm." He said and once he showed his arm, he began to put the poultice on the cut. He the wrapped the bandage around him with skill. "Be more careful and try not getting the wound dirty unless you want to die a slow, agonizing death." He teased his friend. "So what have you been up to?" He asked him, he hadn't spoken with him in a very long time. "Do you have time to chat or do you need to go?" He questioned Islwyn.

(Sorry this is short, low muse)

[widow.]

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| prophecy - The Beauty | | tagged - Antonio, Nicolette | | location - Courtyard/Training Grounds|

"Blindfold yourself and use pillows instead of fist, and you may just have yourself a deal." She purred, raising a brow and chuckling some. She assumed by spar he meant a brawl- but then again, the youngest princess knew little of what went on during training and scarcely knew whether or not spar meant a fist fight or abusing a straw-filled bag. Either way, it had never been her cup of tea, and the girl would much rather practice embroidery or sing of far off lands than partake in such a barbaric activity.

She had noticed him shirtless beforehand, as well as the reddening of his face, however she aid little heed- After all, she had snuck up on him, and he should not be ashamed of himself. In her gaze, anyhow.

The arrival of her older sister made her lips twist into a smirk. Of course Nicolette, the boldest of their family, would join them. Perhaps she had come here every morning. Brianna didn't know- at this hour she was most likely listening to one of her tutors drawl on about some political matter or other. Though it wouldn't hurt to miss one lecture, would it?

Back to the matter at hand, Brianna in turn loved her sister and left her to be the wild spirit she was, along with Caoimhe. But, every now and then they had a pleasant conversation over dinner. Now, her pale green gaze trailed over Nicolette, straightening a bit. Though her smirk never left. "Good morning, Nicolette. I would ask how you slept, but I could hear you fidgeting from across the kingdom." Brianna gave a small laugh, the sound like chimes on the wind- light, yet pretty. One could almost roll their eyes.

[Kaliyana]

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тнє ƒιяѕт, тнє ѕσℓ∂ιєя

∂σιηg; Training-ish | мσσ∂; Embarrassed | тαℓкιηg тσ; Brianna, Nicolette
ℓσcαтιση; Training grounds behind castle

He had felt awkward enough, standing there with no shirt on and his scars displayed to anyone who looked, with just the youngest princess. She probably couldn't see him in great detail from that distance, but hearing the voice of the princess he used to train coming from behind him made his back stiffen. She was easily the one he had the most respect for; not only could she kick his ass if she really wanted to, but she was going to be his next Queen. He felt the heat from his cheeks travel down his neck and he mentally cursed himself for ever taking that damned shirt off. "Always worth a shot." He added to Nicolette quietly, glancing over his shoulder at her. He hoped she wouldn't notice the redness in his cheeks but knew that she probably would, she didn't miss very much. He looked at her for another long moment, remembering a time when he could have easily gotten lost in her blue eyes. If he was being honest with himself, which he almost never was, he would admit that he found her attractive. Maybe it was because she did have a pretty face, or because he had never met a women who had as much of an interest in fighting as he did before. Maybe still because she made him laugh and see the world in a way that he hadn't seen it in a long time. But there was just something about her that made him question himself whenever she was near. He shook his head quickly, erasing the thoughts as if they were just written in sand. She was going to be his Queen some day, he needed to focus on that.

"Pillow fights are hardly any fun." He called up to the youngest sister, taking a quick glance around for where he had thrown his shirt. When he found it, he made his way over to it and pulled it on hastily. He made a face at the way it was sticking to his body and decided to go jump in the river at some point to cool off. "There isn't even any blood in pillow fights, how can you enjoy that?"

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