Forbidden Spells [A Medieval/Magic RP - Literate]

[Scottish Girl]

(WAYYYY)

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((Bump))

[Cloudsong]

(I have edited Elton's form ^^ I am so excited about this RP; you can't imagine ^^)

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((Now that looks better. i think it's good, but we should also wait for Peach's opinion. Hahaha, I'm excited too. Hopefully we will start soon))

[Scottish Girl]

(bumpity yeah)

[Cloudsong]

((Now that looks better. i think it's good, but we should also wait for Peach's opinion. Hahaha, I'm excited too. Hopefully we will start soon))

(Thanks ^^ Peach said we'd start today, didn't she? )

[Scottish Girl]

(HOPEFULLY!!!!! Its friday here and its the start of the weekend YAY!!!)

[Wolf_Fang_13]

((Ok, Peach isn't done with her second form yet, but she told me we could start so I'm starting))

"CELANDINE!" came a cry from the castle kitchen. Celandine quickly stiffened and slowly turned her head to face the short plump woman with wiry gray hair and black beady eyes. "I swear Remilia, whatever happened it's not my fault," Cellie said quickly out of instinct. She then quickly tried to remember if she forgot to put out the fire, broken something, or anything else that would make Remilia mad at her. Not knowing what she did, Celandine just idly wiped the flour off her hands and on her apron. Underneath her apron she wore a simple light blue peasant's dress. Nothing too fancy, yet not poor looking either. Just a plain simple dress. Her wavy brown hair was also tied back with a ribbon that was the same color as her dress.

"What did I just ask you to do about ten minutes ago?" Remilia asked her apprentice with surprising patience. Celandine bit her lower lip in concentration trying to remember. Last thing she was doing before Remilia yelled her name was cleaning up the kitchen ware and wiping the excess flour off the counter. That and she was lost in thought. She was day dreaming, like always, and didn't really pay much attention to what was happening around her. Cellie was day dreaming, like always, of ways she could use her fire magic. She was wondering if there was a way to use her fire magic to create moving pictures in the flames of an open fire. Random, yes, but she was still curious if that was possible.

"I am sorry Remilia, I do not remember what you asked. Can you repeat it for me?" Cellie asked with her eyes still focused down on her hands. Remilia gave a sigh. "I asked you to bring this plate to the Queen and her ladies-in-waiting," Remilia said pointing to the plate on the small table. The plate consisted of normal snack items like bread with jams, small pastries, and other food items of that variety. Cellie nodded and carried the large plate with both hands out to the corridor. Now all she needed to do was remember what room the Queen and her ladies were in.

((Was not sure how to start so this post was kind of a fail >.< I'll do Gareth later))

[Cloudsong]

Elton silently poured boiling water into a pail, and picked up a mop from the cupboard. He added some soap, and walked towards the main dining room, where he went to the far corner to start his task. He dipped the mop inside the water, taking his time to do so. Mopping wasn't something that bothered him; in fact, he rather enjoyed it. It gave him time to think, and it wasn't very hard. As he pushed it across the floor, his thoughts drifted towards the time in his life where he had lived with his family.

I'm not even sure if I miss that, Elton sighed, his grip tightening on his tool. How could his parents have been so selfish? They could have given them money; but their own son? He shook his head, flicking a strand of hair out of his face. He didn't think it was right.

As he continued his job, he wondered what was in store for that day. Perhaps he would go down to the town, if he got assigned something to do there. It was more interesting than being here, that was for sure. Going to buy supplies for the royal family was something that happened on rare occasion for Elton; there were so many servants to pick from, and he was usually roped into doing something around here.

His little mouse, Leo, scuttled up from his pocket where he had been sleeping. He reached up and picked him up, giving him a small piece of corn that he had taken from the lunch that was being prepared in the kitchen. Leo took it gratefully, eating it on his shoulder. "Gee, Leo, it's so easy to please you," he said affectionately, smiling as he dipped the mop into the pail again. One small piece of food, and Leo was thrilled to bits. But I, on the other hand, won't ever be happy again. The thought at first had bothered him when he had come to the palace, but now he was used to the idea. No matter how hard he worked, he would be at this forever; his sentence to the palace was not likely to be lifted.

(Could someone's character meet him? >:D)

[Crabbiey]

(Yay! We're starting! Cloudsong, Siona's going to burst in!)

Siona growled as she stepped from the carriage "Really Siona, just behave." She shot the carriage a glare as a dark-haired, tall man with green eyes stepped from it "I didn't want to come here. Why do I have to?" She folded her arms waiting for an answer "Buisness, your mother's away seeing a friend and I am not leaving you alone." Siona growled "I'm old enough." She had her long, flowing, black cloak on with the hood up and lent back against the carriage "Siona! Stand up straight and do not fold your arms!" The man hissed, Siona pouted and rolled her eyes. Then she straightened up when he narrowed his eyes at her "Come on!" He said with vemon in his voice, clearly annoyed now. Siona glared at him before following him. After they were let in he looked at her "You may explore for now, but I want you back here by Sunset." Siona bit her lip in anger; Sunset wasn't that far away.

Still relieved to have some time to herself she started to walk off, only to find herself accompanied by a guard. Growling in annoyance she walked faster, her cloak bellowing out behind her. She started to walk towards a rather large set of doors of the main dining room, when she was steered away from the kitchens by the guard. The doors flew open and she round glaring at the guard "Just leave me alone! I do not need help or assistance!" Her fists were clenched, she started to take deep breaths to calm herself, when she opened them she saw that the guard was still there "What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand?!" She struck the guard, this sent him staggaring out of the room. Smiling she shut and locked the doors. Then she sat down "Why does father think I always need help?" She muttered, picking up a fork and started to bend it. She then took it in both hands and bent the prongs backwards, now the fork was useless unless bent back, but even then it would look weird. She wished that the fork was her father at that moment in time, then he would no longer annoy her.