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Astria, Queen of Scotland.
Location: Entrance of Court
Emotion:Stress, Curiousity
Werewolf
Tagged: Muira; Open

Astria barely cast a second glance in the direction of Muira. She had her grassy green eyes focused on th e Prince of France. Once they were a few feet in front of the Prince, she felt a sudden movement. She turned her head to see her Lady-in-Waiting falling to the floor. The Queen, surprisingly, attempted to catch Muira, but failed, the tying of her dress too tight to allow her to bend quickly. An embarrassedexpression found its way to her face, bit she wasn't embarrassed for herself, but for Muira. She looked apologetically at the King and Prince of France before turning to her maiden. "Are you hurt?" She tilted her head a tad bit to the right to the right before straightening it, leaving her curled in their original position. After confirming the young lady was fine, she turned to the Prince and King and dipped her head respectfully (AHH DO THEY CURSTY TO ANOTHER ROYAL???) I apologize for the dose ton your majesties, my maiden can be very clumsy, but she carried the best intentions." Dark curls bobbing, she stepped closer, "Prince Sebastian I assume, I am Queen Astria of Scotland. I must say the gathering is lovely and the display at the entrance was simply exquisite." Astria's accent litled over the words, signifing her home land, before speakung in perfect accent-less french ( ?) Following the basic rules of politics and being a woman with power, Astria complimented the royals of the host country and mentioned nothing of her own country in comparison besides her title and status. She looked back to Muira, reassessing to confirm the cat like woman was alright. She had hoped she had changed the attention focus quickly enough to spare the Lady-in-Waiting any further embarrassment. Her intelligent green eyes focused on the Prince before her, watching for body language and uncontrolled questions about his reception of her words

[ArcticAhwoo]

♔ S e в α ѕ т ι α ɴ ♔
Species ➣Werewolf.
Position ➣Prince of France.
Crush/Love ➣None Yet.
Emotion ➣Nervous. Irritated.
Location ➣Entrance of French Court.
Tagged ➣Astria. Muira. Elizabeth.

It felt like a watering hole. You know, the ones seen during lessons, usually depicted in the wild plains of Africa. Usually, there are different sections of the watering hole, every species stuck to their section and they stayed there. Well, that was was this welcome banquet looked like to the young king-to-be. There were the lions, France, the king thought to himself. The Lions were the ones everyone wanted to be but were afraid to make an enemy of but even more so but fall in love with. Loving a lion usually led to destruction. Then there were Cheetahs, Ireland, Sebastian countered again, identifying the young woman across the way, heir to Ireland's throne. Cheetahs were tricky, beautiful with all of their spots but if you got too close, there was no escaping, they would hunt you down in seconds, deadly hunters they were. Out of all of the predators at the watering hole however, there was always the Hyena, Scotland. The hyena didn't need to perch itself amongst the crowd to strike fear into the hearts of the prey- they lurked in the shadows and always knew the perfect time to strike. They weren't afraid of being stepped on because they always came back with an even nastier bite. Quickly, Sebastian looked around him, scanning his surroundings but the boy learned he was being closed in on and fast! His father had since left to his quarters after his speech, a few of the other reigning male heirs had been attempting murder dam near with their daggered glares and then his eyes met with the Hyena- Scotland, narrowing in at an alarming rate. Sebastian's muscles tightened up, but just before the male could greet the queen, his attention drew in on her lady in waiting who had been on her tail, until the poor girl landed on her face.
"Oh!" Sebastian sounded, a painful wince to sympathize with Astria's Lady in waiting. [b]"Astria, I do believe she might need to be cut off from the punch," Sebastian smirked, winking at Muira as he moved to offer her a hand up as Astria could not. "Are you alright?" Sebastian asked the girl, but his hand was flicked, quite firmly in fact, with a closed fan. Elizabeth. His father's favorite of course, the girl had been just a year older then Sebastian, cared for him as if he were her younger brother, but she was an orphan taken in by their majesties... if anyone else knew how she came to be in their family's possession, she'd be killed for sure- or taken for all of their secrets. Only the current and future king knew the girl's worth, as it was all based on her heart an care for the royal family. Seeing as Elizabeth was tending to the girl, Sebastian whispered a 'thank you,' before turning back to Astria. "Well now, that is wonderful news," the king-to-be smiled. "We are pleased to have you in our home, have you been enjoying your time in court thus far?"

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❂ E l ι z α в e т н❂
Species ➣Human.
Position ➣Lady in Waiting.
Crush/Love ➣Seeking.
Emotion ➣Curious.
Location ➣Near the King.
Tagged ➣Open.

After the king's speech, Elizabeth watched the young royals intermingle. It was all quite boring until they began to practically trip over one another- or rather themselves to get to her little broth- Sebastian. Elizabeth quickly corrected herself. No matter how much she loved Sebastian and his parents, they would never be her family. They rescued her when she came to them in a time of need, but she would never be their daughter or Bash's sister. Elizabeth bit her lip as she watched the queen of Scotland make an attempt to pick up her lady in waiting, but the queen had quickly retreated due to an unforgiving dress structure. "Oh my!" she giggled, her small hand moving to cover her mouth as she did so. Elizabeth fluffed her fan out and fluttered it slightly to cool her before she held it in place, just below her lash line. Floating across the ball room in her glorious dress of sky blue, the lady in waiting, favorite of the king himself, made her way to the fallen madden. If you didn't know better, you would think Eliza had been a queen herself- if you did know better you would still think ill of the girl however, being so close to the king and all, having such nice things... "Are you alright, dear?" she asked, her eyes glancing down to the girl, as Eliza's dress barely grazed the girl on the floor's form. Snapping her fan shut, she smacked the top of Sebastian's hand and shook her head at him, she could handle this. Tucking her fan back into one of the many panels of her ball gown, Elizabeth bent her knees and placed her hands on the younger girl's elbows, guiding her to her feet. "Looks like you could use a hem, hm?" she quipped with a soft smile. Elizabeth was typically good with children, she was very kind at heart so it was definitely easier for her to be kinder to adults at that.

[Wakeup{Dr|Scr}eaming]

((Well i was hoping to have a reply from kotyy right after Muira tripped. 0.0 cuz i was trying to interact on a direct first basis. Think you replied once too many times to my charrie before koty could? 0.0 idk. I feel skimmed over. Yknow cuz i wrote that for koty to get the ball rolling. idk what you wanna do with it but i was in mid-air falling, for a reason so id like to RP after kotys immediate reaction. The purpose of that post was for koty to reply direction. Idk im sorry if i wasnt clear on that or if im not being clear now. I hope you understand. X.x))

[ArcticAhwoo]

((Its okay dear i hadnt replied yet- so astria pretty much tried to catch muira but failed so she tried to pick her up and then when she failed she went back to sebastian who was right behind her at that point. Sebastian offered to help her up but i jumped my other character in so that muira had someone to interact with, so elizabeth shoed sebastian away and helped your chara up- lets just go from here and see what happens ))

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Astria, Queen of Scotland.
Location: Entrance of Court
Emotion:Stress, Curiousity, Amusement
Werewolf
Tagged: Muira; Sebastian, Elizabeth

Astria gave a small bit of a real smile when first the prince, then whom she assumed to be the princess helped Muira to her feet. The Queen of Scotland turned and fixed the woman's beautiful hair with a gentle gesture. It was to tell Muira that she bared no anger towards her. She looked to Sebastian when he mentioned keeping Muira away from the punch. She gave a light airy laugh, her political laugh, her real laugh was hearty and full, down in the lower octave of her vocal ranges. "Oh dear Prince. Even the maidens can hold their drink in my lands. We are brought up on grog for every malady." Astria flashed him a stunning smile to accompany her joke, she resisted the wolflike urge to smell the air for predators. She was pleaded that she had been the first to speak with him of all the other female heirs in the room. Astria new where she stood on the food chain of royals, below France and England, but equal to Ireland and Wales. She knew many of the other smaller European kingdoms, but had the intention of paying them no mind. It was pointless, they had no power outside their own borders. "I'm afraid I haven't hand much of a chance to enjoy myself. Our carriage was late to harbor, some problem with a tree on the road, but I must say, the flowers and stain glass are breath taking, Sebastian." She took the liberty of calling him by his Christian name, since he call her by hers, without her title. The woman watched Elizabeth, looking for the telltale features that would tie her to the royal family. She certainly dressed ad behaved like one of the French royal line. Astria took the oppertunity go scan the room. She spotted the Prince of Ireland making himself a plate of meats, it was evident from his body language that he did not want to be here. Her emerald eyes soon moved going from Royal to royal and sizing them up. She had her dainty, but worn hands, hidden beneath the glares she rarily removed outside of her own quaters. The gloves hid the calloused marks of her labors in the barn back home and the chores she did to keep herself strong. It also hid the dirt in her nails the night after a full moon, incase she did not have time to wash throughly. "Sebastian, what do you suggest I try as far as the desserts go after dinner?" She was keeping conversation light and sincere, not wanting to startle him or scare him away early on, "I have heard you have some of the best pastry chefs in the world." Compliments again, but the truth was the pastry chef back in Scotland was french

(I love that metaphor the lions, cheetahs, and hyenas. I have Char waiting in the wings to come in he is mentioned above)

[Wakeup{Dr|Scr}eaming]

Muira was unsure if she should speak to the Prince directly. She swallowed her words, almost choking on them when he spoke to her directly. She just tried not to make direct eye contact. Her almost silver eyes stayed tucked behind the dark shadow of her lids, snapping open at the sound of another female's voice that was unfamiliar to her, but comforting all the same. With a meek nod, the lady stood with some help, and was swept away for her hem, which made a light cherry blush rise to her ears. Not a word did she speak, as usual. The raven-haired porcelain lady took a chance and looked back at her Queen, tilting her head away from the lady in the sky blue dress helping her. The look in her own light eyes were, content. Almost as if she had accomplished something. Then, locking her expressions into that of a warm person, Muira turned to finally meet eye-to-eye with her rescuer. "I thank ye, good ma'am. A moment longer and I would have- Ehm, but it does not matter, now." Her thick Scottish accent was very apparent. Muira was still a little bashful, touching a long pale finger to her sore nose lightly.

[ArcticAhwoo]

"I am terribly sorry to hear that, did they manage to move the tree successfully?" Bash wondered aloud, confused why his men hadn't removed such an obstruction the day of the welcoming. Patrols were out and about the grounds throughout the day, there wasn't a time they weren't present. Sebastian had hoped silently to himself, that his men had assisted Astria and the others who may have had the same obstacle. As she continued with his joke, the prince smirked but didn't comment on the grog, he wasn't much a fan anyhow. Sebastian preferred dark red wine, a merlot or cabernet. In the warm summers of his childhood, his parents would make a day of it to take him and Elizabeth out to the vineyards on their land and pick enough to make a bottle themselves. Then, later in the evening they would open a much older bottle after storing the new one. Elizabeth and Sebastian only had a small sip of course, but his parents enjoyed the fruits of their labor entirely. "I much prefer wine, but i suppose to each their own in taste," Sebastian laughed lightly, eyes moving to his family's lady in waiting as she helped up the future queen's maiden. With the new question at hand, Bash turned back to the princess and smiled "Snow covered strawberries, naturally. We have some of the larger berries in the kingdom, our pastry master hollows out the core and stuffs them with a vanilla bean ice cream and covers them with a cap of whipped topping- Iv never come across them until he came along," the young man advised, his head gesturing to the desert table.

"Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked again, noticing the girl wouldn't look at her. "Might gip, that one!" the maiden hissed under her breath as she looked to the future queen of scots. Her expression softened as the younger girl began to talk, her eyes soft and welcoming as her expression warmed. "All these princesses every year... the same thing over and over again, my Sebastian wont have any of it though, don't you know..." she laughed lightly. 'Oops... my?' she thought to herself. "He's like a brother to me is all... iv been here a long time..." she explained. "It seems every year he can never find the right one but he needs to work on it and soon because his time is running out!" she laughed, brushing the girls dress off. "Do you need any aid? I'm certain our nurses can attend to that bump there," she dabbed the girls nose daintily with her index finger, like a mother would do to her child, lovingly. Elizabeth always looked after the other ladies in wait, she knew their struggles and pains of being well sought after, but never good enough for good standing. It was a lot of pressure, because if a royal did choose you... you would be watched constantly. Being a royal herself, and not being able to show it or tell others, Elizabeth knew that pain more then anyone else.

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Astria, Queen of Scotland.
Location: Entrance of Court
Emotion:Stress, Curiousity, Amusement
Werewolf
Tagged: Muira; Sebastian, Elizabeth

Astria looked over at Sebastian, she understood his confusion, "The tree had just fallen. Your men were effective in rapidly removing it." She looked around around the room once more, the woman's eyes focused on a servant wandering the crowd for a moment, the poor servant was obviously from another country and seemed to have lost his royal. The woman was about to excuse herself to help him when she saw the servant's facial expression become relieved. The boy ran up to an unfamiliar royal. That's when Astria's attention returned to Sebastian's words about preferring a wine, "I much prefer a nice whiskey or a sweet white wine, but sadly grog is the cure all of Ireland. You have a cold. Here drink some grog, a bad dream there the grog will fix it, you just had three teeth knocked out grog will kill the germs." Her tone was affectionate and proud. She loved her country and her countrymen. Some of the strongest out there, hardest working, and most reliable. Her green eyes were light, playful even, but most of it was faked through out the joking. She was here on a mission and that mission was going to save her people.she glanced over the King once more. handsome... was a thought she caught predominantly in her head as she assessed him she was strategically planning her marriage, compatibility and love had nothing to do with it in her mind. Yes that would be a nice bonus, but those expectations were unlikely to occur. Astria looked to Muira, giving her a encouraging look, the lady in wait had volunteered to accompany Astria here and the queen appreciated it. The mention of desserts pulled Astria's focus to the Prince once more, a social smile on her face. "Oh really? That sounds delicious." She quickly scanned the table to find the berries at the very end. She examined the details, her eyes stronger than most humans. The woman was not afraid to eat when she was hungry, unlike most of the royal women, she had a high metabolism.