Post by bandach on May 18, 2011 23:39:46 GMT -5
She was not entirely sure of what the hilarity of this might be for her father. Of course, she knew why she was here in Camelot; it was no such secret to her sadly. That being said though, being left at the city’s market had not been her plan. But there she was, standing in the middle of the street now and uncertain of what to do with herself. If she had not been stuck in those silly white heels that Grunhilda forced upon her, perhaps Princess Elena might actually find this to be some form of adventure. Or perhaps it was her misery at the idea that Arthur Pendragon was about to be blind sided by this idea of a arraigned marriage much like she had earlier in the week. Letting out a sigh, the young woman took a step forward, and already Elena felt like her feet were crying out in pain from the awkward shoes that had been forced upon her against her will. Her face scrunched slightly as she dared to take another step forward now, once again, feeling the same reaction. She was certain that people were staring at her now, feeling silly that she made faces at the idea of walking in these shoes, “But they are simply not going to do,” she muttered to herself, “They have to go.”
With that mindset, she slipped her shoes off and her bare feet hit the cool ground. Never had something felt so liberating to her before. A smile graced her lips now as she lifted up the hem of her golden dress, exposing her feet on the common ground. Wiggling her toes, Elena found a great a mount of joy in the simple satisfaction that her shoes were not off now. Bending over, she picked up the white heels now and with them hanging from her hand, she started to walk forward. Her feet felt like they were breathing a sigh of relief now, feeling much more comfortable with going barefoot on the city grounds rather than being constructed to heels. Elena herself was thrilled at the thought as well, and it had been no different than when she walked around outside back in Gawant. Moving forward, she walked as if she were independent now of her family and royalty standards, winding herself around the various vendor stands now. She stopped to look at various scarves, and other little trinkets. Although temptation sat over her head the moment she saw a foot vendor with some of the most delicious looking apples that she had ever saw. In a moment of weakness, Elena bought one.
It felt cool in her hand. The skin was a rich red, and there was not a bruise to be found on it. Dropping her shoes to the ground, she rolled the apple around in her both of her hands carefully for a moment, as if inspecting it. Never had she seen such a perfect apple, and she most certainly did eat a lot. Holding it the one hand now, she picked up her shoes in the other and brought the apple to her lips. Opening her mouth, her teeth rested against the skin of the apple of a moment before biting into it. It was rather crisp, certainly better than some of the apples she had in Gawant. Chewing the apple thoughtfully now, something suddenly occurred to her (and it had nothing to do with apples). Elena realized that she honestly had no idea on where she was going. All of this mindless thoughts about how Camelot’s apples were, and she had not been paying attention to where her feet at been carrying her. Clearly, she was still no where near the castle, but she was at all loss of here to go. A loud sigh escaped her as she glanced towards a horse now, who stood paitently outside a building, perhaps waiting for it’s rider, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to the castle, would you?”
The horse turned it’s massive head slightly, its ears twitching at the new sound. Its dark liquid eyes glanced back at her before lingering on her apple now. A whinny escaped it as it shook it’s head. Of course it didn’t answer her back, horses didn’t talk. Elena let out a sigh as she walked over and offered the large animal the rest of her apple now and it reached out and snatched it right out of her hand now. She watched it chew on the apple now, chunks of it falling to the ground. Turning slightly, the Princess glanced up the road, wondering if there would be something she would remotely recognize, but of course, she didn’t for she hadn’t been to Camelot for a very long time, “Guess I shall not be meeting any Pendragons any time soon…”
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Tags: Gwen
Setting: Early Afternoon, Begining of Changeling episode
Notes: So excited to roleplay with you =] Sorry I couldn't come up with a more creative title.
With that mindset, she slipped her shoes off and her bare feet hit the cool ground. Never had something felt so liberating to her before. A smile graced her lips now as she lifted up the hem of her golden dress, exposing her feet on the common ground. Wiggling her toes, Elena found a great a mount of joy in the simple satisfaction that her shoes were not off now. Bending over, she picked up the white heels now and with them hanging from her hand, she started to walk forward. Her feet felt like they were breathing a sigh of relief now, feeling much more comfortable with going barefoot on the city grounds rather than being constructed to heels. Elena herself was thrilled at the thought as well, and it had been no different than when she walked around outside back in Gawant. Moving forward, she walked as if she were independent now of her family and royalty standards, winding herself around the various vendor stands now. She stopped to look at various scarves, and other little trinkets. Although temptation sat over her head the moment she saw a foot vendor with some of the most delicious looking apples that she had ever saw. In a moment of weakness, Elena bought one.
It felt cool in her hand. The skin was a rich red, and there was not a bruise to be found on it. Dropping her shoes to the ground, she rolled the apple around in her both of her hands carefully for a moment, as if inspecting it. Never had she seen such a perfect apple, and she most certainly did eat a lot. Holding it the one hand now, she picked up her shoes in the other and brought the apple to her lips. Opening her mouth, her teeth rested against the skin of the apple of a moment before biting into it. It was rather crisp, certainly better than some of the apples she had in Gawant. Chewing the apple thoughtfully now, something suddenly occurred to her (and it had nothing to do with apples). Elena realized that she honestly had no idea on where she was going. All of this mindless thoughts about how Camelot’s apples were, and she had not been paying attention to where her feet at been carrying her. Clearly, she was still no where near the castle, but she was at all loss of here to go. A loud sigh escaped her as she glanced towards a horse now, who stood paitently outside a building, perhaps waiting for it’s rider, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to the castle, would you?”
The horse turned it’s massive head slightly, its ears twitching at the new sound. Its dark liquid eyes glanced back at her before lingering on her apple now. A whinny escaped it as it shook it’s head. Of course it didn’t answer her back, horses didn’t talk. Elena let out a sigh as she walked over and offered the large animal the rest of her apple now and it reached out and snatched it right out of her hand now. She watched it chew on the apple now, chunks of it falling to the ground. Turning slightly, the Princess glanced up the road, wondering if there would be something she would remotely recognize, but of course, she didn’t for she hadn’t been to Camelot for a very long time, “Guess I shall not be meeting any Pendragons any time soon…”
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Tags: Gwen
Setting: Early Afternoon, Begining of Changeling episode
Notes: So excited to roleplay with you =] Sorry I couldn't come up with a more creative title.
