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[April 20] [Original] Ofika at Elricca
Title: Ofika at Elricca
Day/Theme: April 20, 2010 "Howls restrain'd by decorum"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Reinyan, Loskarr
Rating: G
"Princess, as your chief vassal, I feel it's my duty to advise you once again that I consider this hasty pilgrimage of yours very ill-advised," Reinyan blustered as Ofika stepped from her palanquin. Back in the capital, Ofika could be rather unusual in her behavior, but she as had no duties, no suitors, and virtually no social engagements, she was the easiest royal to attend. Now, for the first time, he felt her whims might be prematurely adding gray to his thick brown hair.
"Once again, your objections are duly noted, Reinyan," Ofika sniffed. While her palanquin bearers availed themselves of this opportunity to rest, Ofika trotted off around Elricca's shrine to take a look at the assorted worshippers paying their respects, and if she saw no sign of Bashir, to inquire with the priests inside about whether they might have seen him. Reinyan and Loskarr trailed after their mistress, taking in the old and impressive atmosphere of the shrine and generally doing their best to ward attention away from Ofika. Dressed in white and gold, with a long cascade of of braided and looped hair, she was like an imperial riv dropped in a mud puddle. It was little wonder that eyes widened as they fell upon her. There was no need to recognize Tiokihawa's only daughter for who she was to consider her someone worth staring at.
"I wish we'd find Bashir soon and get it over with," Loskarr muttered to his colleague, "Then maybe we could convince the two of them to pack it up and go home. Or at least cut this breakneck pace. If the princess had to walk it, we'd only make a third of our distance each day, if that."
"You should be happy for the palanquin, Loskarr, not complaining. If we hadn't brought it, when she tired out, we'd be left taking turns at carrying her." That was one of Loskarr's questionable blessings. He could always imagine how things could be worse.
They gave the princess a polite distance as they ambled in and out of the wooden buildings, always close enough to keep her in sight, but far enough that they could usually only make out her half of conversations because of her loud voice. "About as tall as me, with black braids and probably a purple hat," she said, describing Bashir to a sunburnt popped corn vendor. "Shy as a maiden, but very clever when push comes to shove. You haven't? You're sure? Oh, what a shame. Thank you for your time."
"Reinyan, Loskarr," she looped back around toward her men. She seemed unaware that they had been following her. "It doesn't look good. I've only the priests left to ask."
Day/Theme: April 20, 2010 "Howls restrain'd by decorum"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Ofika, Reinyan, Loskarr
Rating: G
"Princess, as your chief vassal, I feel it's my duty to advise you once again that I consider this hasty pilgrimage of yours very ill-advised," Reinyan blustered as Ofika stepped from her palanquin. Back in the capital, Ofika could be rather unusual in her behavior, but she as had no duties, no suitors, and virtually no social engagements, she was the easiest royal to attend. Now, for the first time, he felt her whims might be prematurely adding gray to his thick brown hair.
"Once again, your objections are duly noted, Reinyan," Ofika sniffed. While her palanquin bearers availed themselves of this opportunity to rest, Ofika trotted off around Elricca's shrine to take a look at the assorted worshippers paying their respects, and if she saw no sign of Bashir, to inquire with the priests inside about whether they might have seen him. Reinyan and Loskarr trailed after their mistress, taking in the old and impressive atmosphere of the shrine and generally doing their best to ward attention away from Ofika. Dressed in white and gold, with a long cascade of of braided and looped hair, she was like an imperial riv dropped in a mud puddle. It was little wonder that eyes widened as they fell upon her. There was no need to recognize Tiokihawa's only daughter for who she was to consider her someone worth staring at.
"I wish we'd find Bashir soon and get it over with," Loskarr muttered to his colleague, "Then maybe we could convince the two of them to pack it up and go home. Or at least cut this breakneck pace. If the princess had to walk it, we'd only make a third of our distance each day, if that."
"You should be happy for the palanquin, Loskarr, not complaining. If we hadn't brought it, when she tired out, we'd be left taking turns at carrying her." That was one of Loskarr's questionable blessings. He could always imagine how things could be worse.
They gave the princess a polite distance as they ambled in and out of the wooden buildings, always close enough to keep her in sight, but far enough that they could usually only make out her half of conversations because of her loud voice. "About as tall as me, with black braids and probably a purple hat," she said, describing Bashir to a sunburnt popped corn vendor. "Shy as a maiden, but very clever when push comes to shove. You haven't? You're sure? Oh, what a shame. Thank you for your time."
"Reinyan, Loskarr," she looped back around toward her men. She seemed unaware that they had been following her. "It doesn't look good. I've only the priests left to ask."