Mai_able
Forest Faerie
Elora had spent a great part of the night looking for her Prince, by the time she reached the last closet she had realized he was not there. A small part of her felt foolish for even running around the castle like some common thief searching for someone she knew wasn't there. But, she had fallen for his jest, and to say the least, she was disappointed not mad. Elora walked back to her room, dragging her feet, the grandfather clock chimed making the hallway seem to stretch. Men, they loved to jest. She had been so easily fooled yet again that he was hiding in her home, knowing full well he wouldn't even be allowed past the gates. When she reached her room she flung the door open, the smell of food hit her nose and her stomach rumbled in response.
Sighing she sat on her bed an ate, mumbling curses under her breath about a narcissistic prince. When she finished eating she placed the plate to the side just as a tender knock hit her door, Elora looked up and walked over opening the door she saw a small elven child. The small symbol on his blazer told Elora he was a messenger.
"Here you are Princess, it's a letter from the Lennox Kingdom again." Elora nodded to the boy and took the letter before politely dismissing him. So the prince had decided to write back, how daring, she thought. She walked to her bed and sat on its edge reading over the letter, she had trouble staying displeased with him. Scanning the letter she noted he mentioned a plague. Elora lowered the letter to her lap and thought for a moment, she knew nothing by the name of the plague but she had been taught about something that may have been similar to it.
Elora walked over to her desk and sat down opening her drawer to grab a notebook, from her times studying. Reaching for her quill and paper she began writing her prince.
Dear Archie,
I hope you do not mind the informality, but I see that you mentioned your brother sending word of a plague. I have learned nothing of a plague, only darkness that is quite similar. I will send you my notes from the lessons I received, I have left a small paper on the page that you are looking for. From what I can remember, it is not something as simple as plague. I would suggest you bring it to your father, though he may already know of it.
On another note, I have spent most of my night running about my home like a common thief looking for you. Suffice to say I am tired, I will give you your coppers and maybe a hit as well. I daresay that I shall answer your questions in person come the summit, this letter will be quite shorter than the rest. And my last as my father has told me to prepare to leave for the summit.
I shall call you by your name if you will permit my informalities once we are properly introduced.
Your Seamstress,
Elora
Elora yawned before sending the letter off and climbing into her bed. She was much too tired to write anymore, as the quill would slip from her fingers as she dozed off. But, she was excited about their meeting and wondered if she might talk to her father about this 'plague.'
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Grykail nodded to King Alistair at his sympathies and watched as Cerci spoke. Cerci jumped at King Alistair's hand but was grateful for his joke and let out a smile and small chuckle. "O-of course Your Majesty." Grykail looked to Alistair and nodded his head once more, "We should take our leave to prepare. I will send word once we are done. If you wish you may prepare yourself for the summit, we should be finished by dawn." Grykail excused Cerci and himself before walking out the door. He allowed the butler to lead him to a room, noting that there was no one present thankfully. When they finally reached the room Grykail turned to the butler and thanked him before closing the door.
The room had a bed and for that he was thankful, Cerci began removing the items from their bags and placing them on a table close to the beds. Grykail helped Cerci place a blanket over the bed, a white sheet to protect the bedding. Gryakil opened a small bag filled with herbs and placed it around the edge of the room, it would prevent the ichor from leaving the area once extracted. Cerci placed a bowl on the table and filled it with water before pouring a blue liquid on it placing two rags beside it. Once they had finished setting up Grykail sat and waited from his patients to arrive. Once the doctor would arrive Gryakil would look at him.
"Please quickly place the patients on the bed. There is no time to waste."
Sighing she sat on her bed an ate, mumbling curses under her breath about a narcissistic prince. When she finished eating she placed the plate to the side just as a tender knock hit her door, Elora looked up and walked over opening the door she saw a small elven child. The small symbol on his blazer told Elora he was a messenger.
"Here you are Princess, it's a letter from the Lennox Kingdom again." Elora nodded to the boy and took the letter before politely dismissing him. So the prince had decided to write back, how daring, she thought. She walked to her bed and sat on its edge reading over the letter, she had trouble staying displeased with him. Scanning the letter she noted he mentioned a plague. Elora lowered the letter to her lap and thought for a moment, she knew nothing by the name of the plague but she had been taught about something that may have been similar to it.
Elora walked over to her desk and sat down opening her drawer to grab a notebook, from her times studying. Reaching for her quill and paper she began writing her prince.
Dear Archie,
I hope you do not mind the informality, but I see that you mentioned your brother sending word of a plague. I have learned nothing of a plague, only darkness that is quite similar. I will send you my notes from the lessons I received, I have left a small paper on the page that you are looking for. From what I can remember, it is not something as simple as plague. I would suggest you bring it to your father, though he may already know of it.
On another note, I have spent most of my night running about my home like a common thief looking for you. Suffice to say I am tired, I will give you your coppers and maybe a hit as well. I daresay that I shall answer your questions in person come the summit, this letter will be quite shorter than the rest. And my last as my father has told me to prepare to leave for the summit.
I shall call you by your name if you will permit my informalities once we are properly introduced.
Your Seamstress,
Elora
Elora yawned before sending the letter off and climbing into her bed. She was much too tired to write anymore, as the quill would slip from her fingers as she dozed off. But, she was excited about their meeting and wondered if she might talk to her father about this 'plague.'
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Grykail nodded to King Alistair at his sympathies and watched as Cerci spoke. Cerci jumped at King Alistair's hand but was grateful for his joke and let out a smile and small chuckle. "O-of course Your Majesty." Grykail looked to Alistair and nodded his head once more, "We should take our leave to prepare. I will send word once we are done. If you wish you may prepare yourself for the summit, we should be finished by dawn." Grykail excused Cerci and himself before walking out the door. He allowed the butler to lead him to a room, noting that there was no one present thankfully. When they finally reached the room Grykail turned to the butler and thanked him before closing the door.
The room had a bed and for that he was thankful, Cerci began removing the items from their bags and placing them on a table close to the beds. Grykail helped Cerci place a blanket over the bed, a white sheet to protect the bedding. Gryakil opened a small bag filled with herbs and placed it around the edge of the room, it would prevent the ichor from leaving the area once extracted. Cerci placed a bowl on the table and filled it with water before pouring a blue liquid on it placing two rags beside it. Once they had finished setting up Grykail sat and waited from his patients to arrive. Once the doctor would arrive Gryakil would look at him.
"Please quickly place the patients on the bed. There is no time to waste."