These two are amazing Thorn <3
:Form:
Name:
Māor
Breedable:
Yes, for sure <3
Short Story:
She shouldn't have worn her leather armor. The sun pounded on them like they were ants under a magnifying glass, and for the thousandth time, Joan wished she hadn't been forbidden to cut her flaming- almost literally in the heat- red hair.
"We must keep appearances, dearie" Joan mimicked the queen, and Alana snorted with laughter. And then all too soon, they had reached the castle.
One of the Queen's courtiers met them inside the gate and led the pair through the echoing hallways to the throne room where the royals held court. The grand doors opened to reveal the King lazily lounging on his chair while the Queen lectured her son with wildly gesturing arms. A polite cough from the courtier informed her of their presence, and she turned mid sentence with a plastered smile upon her face.
"Admiral Arc! As you can see, the prince is all ready to go! Just waiting on you, dear."
Joan fought to keep from grinding her teeth- "dear" was not a proper term to address an officer of her rank, but the Queen chose the term over the title at every opportunity. Joan glanced at the Prince. It was clear that he wasn't prepared to travel in any case.
"Your Highness," she inclined her head, "you may be more comfortable in light riding clothes than full armor..."
"Yes, yes, of course. Mother just wished to see how this particular suit fit me."
The Queen's mouth opened, clearly to inform Joan this was not true, but she closed it at the look on her son's face.
"Ill met you in the courtyard" he told Joan "Mother, Father" he acknowledged before turning and exiting the room.
Joan looked to the royals in askance.
"Well? Don't keep him waiting."
Joan bowed, and followed the courtier out.
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Prince James arrived at the courtyard to find Admiral Arc finishing tacking a giant red war horse. It was contently resting it's thick head on the Admiral's shoulder as she checked his girth, but as James came closer the beast eyed him like it hadn't been fed for a week.
"Oh good, you're ready." Admiral Arc said absently as she straightened the horses brow band. "Mount up."
"That... Horse... Doesn't have a bit." he pointed out.
"We're building trust!" the Admiral said brightly.
"Not mine." he muttered. She snorted,
"He hasn't killed anyone in awhile, you'll be fine. Worth five armed soldiers in a fight, and I have orders to keep you safe. Besides, Sir Evil here hates bits. Better off without one. Promise."
And indeed, during the week to the port, Arc, Alana, and Evil successfully and easily repulsed a band of robbers that accosted them on the trip. And while Sir Evil did seem to take perverse pleasure in walking James through bushes and tree branches, he never did any real harm. And so they arrived at port safely and a day early. Luckily, as the sea journey was extended by several days due to getting becalmed. But when the wind finally carried them to port- in the Oriental Isles- a honor guard was waiting to bring the James to their secret gardens where, if he was worthy, he may be one of the lucky few to be rider to a Jade Elkrin, the traditional mounts to the emperors of the Jade Isles. He remembered his mother sitting with him and detailing his lineage... all the way back to the royal family of the Oriental Isles where she grew up. His mother fairly detested her arranged marriage and the lands she now ruled. All her hopes were pinned on James. If he proved himself worthy, the two kingdoms would be combined, and she could return to her childhood home. And her son would learn his heritage, in the lands of his ancestors. The time was now; his 21st birthday and coming of age was one day away, and his one chance to free them from their current position rested with the magestic Elkrin's decision.
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Yuri ran happily through his father's special sanctuary- the expansive and secret garden hidden at the heart of the immense Jade Palace. Although he was only permitted one hour each day in the garden, Yuri felt it was here he truly had grown up. The other hours of the day- sleeping, lessons, eating, ruling- that was just waiting. In here was where he lived. Here he reverted back into the child he'd been the first day his father had shown him this wild place full of ancient wonders and divine creatures. It was here he honored his father's memory each day. He slowed and came to the most special place in the entire garden. His father's grave, a solid marble likeness, carved by the best sculptor of the Isles, and in it's hand the gleaming green scale of his own Jade Elkrin. Here Yuri usually spent the first half of his hour before leaving to wander the garden and clear his mind of the worries of the kingdom. But today he stayed, and fell into a meditative rest.
"Yuri! I knew I'd find you here."
He woke to find his sister's dark eyes peering at him.
"You were supposed to be back thirty minutes ago! You need to clean up and get dressed! We have a very important event tonight you know." she raised one thin eyebrow and smirked, "You know, your twenty-first birthday celebration."
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Inside the garden, Māor watched as the young prince left the grave site of his father. Just as he had been watching over the boy since he first entered the garden with shining eyes and wonder. He had been hoping the boy would grow into the leader Māor had been waiting for. But while the boy had a bright mind, and an honest heart, he lacked the intensity that marked a great leader. And so when the emperor passed, Māor regretfully stopped watching the boy. He already loved him, had seen him grow... But Māor had a duty to choose the next emperor, and Yuri was not that person. Māor resigned himself to further waiting.
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James was led to the Jade Palace through streets of vivid color and bustling crowds. Some paused to take note of the foreigner and her Elkrin, but few noticed Prince James. He was pleased to note that he blended in with the Isle inhabitants. The Palace itself watched over the Isle from a high perch, and appeared a jeweled bird with gem colors and sweeping architecture. It only grew more impressive as they drew closer, and even Sir Evil appeared slightly humbled.
And soon they arrived.
Washed, scrubbed, and clothed in scrumptious silks, James was led to the formal dining hall of the Palace. Outside the door, he found Joan (they had grown closer during the trip, and her title sounded awkward now), dressed for the first time in very feminine robes, and her long red hair loose.
"I feel like a stuffed turkey."
James couldn't help but chuckle a bit, and Joan smiled with him.
"There, I got you to laugh! You've been a bit withdrawn since we've arrived. What's worrying you?"
And all his concerns returned.
"So much rests on this... My mother..." here Joan made a face but he continued, "the kingdom, my honor. And a potential life friend if I am worthy. I don't even know what is expected of me!"
Joan laid a hand on his arm.
"You'll be fine. As far as it's been explained to me, there with be a small formal dinner for you to celebrate your coming-of-age. Tonight you will sleep in a garden while I sleep in a comfy bed, and your dreams will be judged by the Jade Elkrin. Should you be deemed worthy, one will choose you for it's rider. And, if you are the one destined to be emperor, a certain Elkrin will choose you, and the rest of the day will be filled with celebrations and such."
"Sounds easy." he replied weakly.
They entered the dining hall.
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Joan couldn't help but be amused by the situation. James and Prince Yuri shared the head of the table. Both had known of the other, but neither had recognized the significance of the other's existence. Or their shared birthday. They sat stiffly, eating little, and being careful not to brush elbows as they lifted chopsticks to their lips. Occasionally one would glance at the other, catch the other glancing at him, and then both would hurriedly look away. It was comical- and tense. All Joan could conclude was that she desperately wanted James to be found worthy.
He has a good heart Alana whispered in her mind.
That he does.
And so concluded dinner.
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Yuri eyed Prince James. Neither had spoken during dinner, and so they knew nothing of each other except they were rivals in this now. They were escorted to the door with great ceremony, and let inside. Behind them, the thick lock clicked closed.
"So..." Prince James spoke for the first time, his voice trailing off. The man was watching the forest with awe as firelight flies flickered and mushrooms along the ground began to glow in soft hues.
"We must sleep." Yuri told him.
"Sleep? But it's so beautiful!" he took several steps towards the woods and then stopped. Prince James turned and gave Yuri a short bow, "I will meet you once more in the morning. It was nice to meet you cousin."
Yuri returned the bow, and the two young men parted ways.
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The two men were asleep. Yuri had chosen his father's gravesite, while James had finally sunk from exhaustion in a thick grove of trees. Dreams came to them, heavy and dark, full of hate, issues, and betrayal to test each men's resolve. The Elkrin watched, deep murmurs as the men's subconscious core revealed itself to them. James proved to be a man of many talents and levels of understanding. He had an organized mind, and a clear way of thinking, even when the dreams became convoluted. The Elkrin observed his strong body and will, and were pleased.
Yuri was a surprise to Māor. It seemed that the sadness of his father's death had molded him into a stronger man, full of passion and intensity. He remained honest, hardworking, and the person Māor loved. And so his mind was decided.
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Morning dawned in the garden and over the Isles, blue as the sea, and brilliant as dragon's flame. The men awoke at the same time, and retraced their steps to the entrance where they last saw one another. Dark rings under their eyes spoke of the restless night they had had, and each was quite as they pondered their visions. James was the first to see, and at his gasp Yuri's head jerked up. A small group of glittering Elkrin approached the two rivals, at their head a large stag, glittering an azure blue, and shining with golden hues. This stag dipped his head in acknowledgement of their trial. Then he passed over James to bow before Yuri. His wise eyes shone with love, and with tender delicateness, he nudged Yuri. Toward the herd behind him. And then he plucked a single glittering scale and offered it to Prince James, the man whose golden qualities had proven themselves to the Jade Elkrin of the Oriental Isles.
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"That, of course, was years ago" Joan continued, "And everyone knows of the prosperous reign Emperor James has brought to the Isles these last four years. He and Māor share the closest of bonds, and James and Yuri, his advisor in all matters, are like brothers." Joan continued to regal her small group of rapt listeners. James smiled from where he and Māor stood behind a pillar. He'd better watch that woman or she'd start embellishing it until he was a saint. And he wasn't anywhere near perfect.
Just perfect for me Māor informed him quietly.
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