Post by {{Roxï-kun-+ on May 16, 2011 19:02:20 GMT -5
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like
SHOOTING STARS?
What would you wish for if you had [/SIZE][/COLOR]Clain looked around, quite lost at this point. It was a cold night, one when it was clear and you could kind of see your breath, dancing white in the air for moments. Over her minimoy clothing a dark green cloak protected the prince from chills that blew over the dead forest around her. She had been sent on a mission to find the Bloodcast tribe, a sister to their own, and it had gone very well. Though the whole area did seem to give her mouth a bitter taste at first.
It had started off well enough, finding the entrance easily enough in her natural two millimeter height. The gates had already been opened as well and there had been a large celebration already going on, complete with dancing and autumn wine. The only thing that she hadn't enjoyed, of course, was the fact that the King had seemed ready to push his daughter onto the prince.
That was, after all, the main thing that Clain made it a point to never speak or think of. Yes, everyone except for her parents and a few strangers thought her to male. Yes, she needed to find a spouse in the next ten or so years to come into power. But so what? That was no excuse to push someone onto her. Besides, how was this to even work? She was female, and yet another woman was to be married to her. Perhaps, Clain mused disconnectedly, she could fake a death and then travel elsewhere.
It wasn't that Clain had much of problem of marrying a woman, though she did mind the fact that she would have to explain to her wife how she wasn't the 'prince' everyone thought she was. And what of children? The bloodline would either way unless -- Clain cut that thought in half, not wanting to think of the fact that she was female and could get pregnant herself. Clain loved children as much as the next person, though she wouldn't be able to do anything for nine whole months. That and there was the little lie about her whole gender.
Maybe Clain could convince her mother or father to let her rule alone, without a spouse and family. It had been done before, at the end of a family's ruling. And it was around then that Clain tripped over something, a poisoned tree root perhaps, and she fell straight done into the ground. The prince didn't even have time to yelp or squawk or anything else, simply falling with a thump with her face in the dirt. A moment later she was sitting up, feeling the strange urge to throw something at something else. Sometimes Clain hated actually being a girl.
Not only was she lost now, but the minimoy was also tripping over things with her other height of five feet. She had thought it would have been more simple to travel at her greater height (short for a human or most other creatures, but much better then tooth sized) but hadn't recognized anything. By now she wouldn't have even been able to find the Bloodcast tribe either, instead not evening knowing her position while being circled by dead trees, poisoned by the water of the lake nearby.
It was a few minutes before the prince stood, flipping her cloak's hood over her head. And for once her hair flattened under it, though when removed it would stick straight up once more. It was a spell, placed on her at one hundred or so, to make her appear more male. Though, she mused, she still was a girl technically. As a plus -- or maybe a minus -- she did have a male chest, whether from natural genetics of the lack in her mother's department as well or from the spell she didn't know. Well, it could pass as male's at least.
But she was getting away from the present, where she was stuck in a poisoned forest on a near winter night. Of course, it wasn't as if someone was out there. And that thought, though probably true, chilled and relaxed Clain. What if she was stuck here for a while though? That was the part that chilled her through to the bone, even though she had a thick cloak on.
ONE CHANCE?
