with the wind brings //change// Apr 6, 2012 19:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Holly on Apr 6, 2012 19:57:37 GMT -5
Ordeum 24, 1593
Dawn hummed quietly as she walked through her castle. Ick, no, the castle. Calling it her own was something her mother would have done and she was not her. She determined that she would never go down that path. However, calling it Krymo Zaharada's castle or Kiesan's castle would work nicely and she didn't believe that she could be yelled at by the bestial races.
No, that wouldn't be good...
Tripping and falling for what felt like the hundredth time that day, the Ice Queen growled in frustration. Gah! Stupid dress! It didn't do anyone any good anyway! Contuining to tumble like that was going to bruise her chest and that was not going to be comfortable in the slightest.
She sighed in exasperation and stood back up. Upon returning to Krymo Zahrada in the past few months, she had to remember everything she was taught as a child about leading a country. There were bestial races there to help her and, sometimes, the other leaders would send her a word of advice, but, otherwise, she had to fend for herself. Her advisor said that she should look like a queen at all times. Dress included.
"But I never wanted this stupid dress!!" Dawn yelled out loud childishly, covering her mouth a moment later and looking around to see if anyone had heard. Her advisor or a guard or... Nope, no one.
That did it. Storming off to a corridor that she knew was a dead end, she poked her head out to make sure no one was there again. Backing up, she tugged the long, elegant, annoying dress over her head and took it in her head. Screw it. She wasn't very good with conjuration, but for the sake of not putting on that dress again or trudging all the way to her room, she was going to try.
Focusing on it for a moment, it changed almost instantly into her favorite long-coat and black leggings appeared as well. She grinned and kick off the high heels, making those turn into boots as she slipped on her jacket and leggings, plus her boots afterwards. Yep, more comfortable. Her advisor could yell at her later.