Post by The Chamberlain on Jun 29, 2013 8:50:15 GMT -7
I think it’s about time to wrap this up. Let me know if you think this is too god-moddy! =)
The Chamberlain preened a bit at the human’s praise of his sanctuary, even though he knew that this place was not even fit to call a mockery of the grand halls king Balor had once resided in. “Thank you for the compliment, madam.”
When she mentioned the princess’ bastards though, his light smile froze. Of course she would know of the princess’ shame, the whole world probably knew by now. That did not however change the fact that it was not something you talked about in the proper circles, and therefore he pretended that he hadn’t heard her, “It is my pleasure, madam.”
While the human climbed around the wreckage, the Chamberlain kept stroking the Hershey bar in his pocket while thinking intensely. It was frustrating to hear that the princess had yet to gain any kind of advantage over the prince, and with this great stain on her honour it was doubtless that she ever would. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait holed up in this place, rendered so desperate that he would risk his safety for a bit of human-made sweets. Correction, he could not wait any longer.
When the human returned and thanked him once again for his assistance, he smiled sadly and said, “Do not worry, madam, you will think of something.”
The fairy who had first given them light flew before the human’s face, blowing fine dust of forgetfulness in her eyes. This would render her into a sleepwalker-like state, susceptible to any command until she woke up. Her memories of this place would be gone, but her confused mind would fill in the blanks with a suitable explanation of how she had come by the piece of equipment she’d been searching for. If she ever remembered any of this, it would only be as faint images in her dreams.
“Lead her safely back outside and make sure she finds her companions”, the Chamberlain instructed the fairy. “You may take two strands of her hair for your nest, but make certain they are of the size and position that she will not take note of it.”
The fairy chattered excitedly over the gift it was to receive and danced around the human’s head, beckoning her to follow it back through the dark corridor. The butcher guards stepped aside to let them through.
The Chamberlain looked up at the fairies that still gave light to the vast darkness above them as he waited for the echo of the human’s steps to fade. He wondered if prince Nuada also decorated his halls with green.
The Chamberlain preened a bit at the human’s praise of his sanctuary, even though he knew that this place was not even fit to call a mockery of the grand halls king Balor had once resided in. “Thank you for the compliment, madam.”
When she mentioned the princess’ bastards though, his light smile froze. Of course she would know of the princess’ shame, the whole world probably knew by now. That did not however change the fact that it was not something you talked about in the proper circles, and therefore he pretended that he hadn’t heard her, “It is my pleasure, madam.”
While the human climbed around the wreckage, the Chamberlain kept stroking the Hershey bar in his pocket while thinking intensely. It was frustrating to hear that the princess had yet to gain any kind of advantage over the prince, and with this great stain on her honour it was doubtless that she ever would. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait holed up in this place, rendered so desperate that he would risk his safety for a bit of human-made sweets. Correction, he could not wait any longer.
When the human returned and thanked him once again for his assistance, he smiled sadly and said, “Do not worry, madam, you will think of something.”
The fairy who had first given them light flew before the human’s face, blowing fine dust of forgetfulness in her eyes. This would render her into a sleepwalker-like state, susceptible to any command until she woke up. Her memories of this place would be gone, but her confused mind would fill in the blanks with a suitable explanation of how she had come by the piece of equipment she’d been searching for. If she ever remembered any of this, it would only be as faint images in her dreams.
“Lead her safely back outside and make sure she finds her companions”, the Chamberlain instructed the fairy. “You may take two strands of her hair for your nest, but make certain they are of the size and position that she will not take note of it.”
The fairy chattered excitedly over the gift it was to receive and danced around the human’s head, beckoning her to follow it back through the dark corridor. The butcher guards stepped aside to let them through.
The Chamberlain looked up at the fairies that still gave light to the vast darkness above them as he waited for the echo of the human’s steps to fade. He wondered if prince Nuada also decorated his halls with green.
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