BoneBrain
Everything's Shiny Cap'n
The night air was cool and crisp against Ewan’s lungs, a harsh contrast to the occasional drag on the lit herbs wrapped between his fingers. Leaning on the rail of the balcony attached to his room Ewan considered the lights of the city in the distance, from his bedroom in the castle he could see the highrises and the warm glow of the streetlamps that lit the busy streets below. With a low chuckle Ewan flicked the remaining embers of those calming herbs into a tin can placed on the floor next to him.
With his mind hazy he found the concept of his position rather comical. If only the country of Ubor could see him now, would they find their crown prince at all worthy of the throne? Taking one last long look over the sparkle of the city Ewan turned on his heel and headed back towards the door to his bedroom. Noremeer castle stood proudly nestled in the hills a small drive away from the city, its silhouette proved to be the ideal artwork for the ten dollar bills there. It was a mesh of old and new architecture as the royal family made changes to keep up with the times. Ewan’s room was much the same, with ornate stone pillars framing the room, and smooth walls, posters of shows and bands were haphazardly taped to the ancient walls. Across from his large and lush bed stood a desk with a computer.
However the first thing one always noticed when walking into Ewan’s room was the plants. He’d taken great pride in adding hundreds of them all around, on shelves, hanging from the ceiling and on the floor when there was no other space for them.
“Harriet, Sally, Henry, Consuela, how are you my lovelies?” Ewan asked, his voice hoarse from breathing in all the smoke from earlier. Clearing his throat Ewan began his night time routine wishing all his plants well, and chatting as he trimmed and watered his friends. He went down the line remembering each of the plants names and speaking to them like he would an old friend.
He was just about finished when a knock came at the door. Blinking in surprise Ewan set down his watering pail and shuffled over to the door, his limbs heavy. He opened the wide wooden door and squinted into the bright light of the hallway trying to make out the visitor. It took a few blinks but Ewan finally managed to recognize the shape of one of the royal family's coordinators.
“Ah Emily.” Ewan said staying in place and not welcoming the short woman inside. He towered over her standing at his 6.2.
“My prince.” Emily said curtly, her knees barely bending in a curtsy. “I’ve been asked to remind you of tomorrow’s activities. A number of important guests from afar are visiting for political talks, news and media will be welcomed in for some of the talks, also-”
“There is to be a party in the evening, a lavish affair, and I am not to embarrass the good name of the Negaard family in any way.” Ewan finished helpfully, having heard this song and dance many times before.
“An appearance must be made, the queen has entrusted me to remind you of your expectations.” Emily frowned at Ewan clearly displeased with his attitude towards such an important event. “Take this.” Emily thrust out a piece of paper and Ewan sighed as he recognized paragraphs of his mothers handwriting.
“Thank you Emily.” He said but she had already begun hurrying off. Muttering to himself Ewan stepped back into his sanctuary and let the paper float down onto his bed before finishing up with the rest of his plants. As he spoke to them an onlooker might notice the leaves seemed to unfurl a little faster, or as his hands brushed over stems, roots would snake out further. He had a special talent with nature and enjoyed bringing life to the space around him. Each plant had abilities and uses that fascinated Ewan.
When he was finished he stripped down and got ready to snuggle into bed. The paper from his mother crunched and Ewan debated not reading it but decided if he valued his peace it would be better to appease mother. He took his time going over the details of the day, reading over the lecturing scrawl that he was not to talk about his plants in any way. He was not to show his talent, remain quiet unless spoken to. Mother had helpfully outlined a few responses to common questions he might hear. He was also reminded to practice his box step for the waltz. The final line begged him to do everything within his power to remain a source of pride to the family.
With dull eyes Ewan pushed the paper off the bed and brought the sheets up around him. His eyes fluttered closed and he slept a dreamless night.
With his mind hazy he found the concept of his position rather comical. If only the country of Ubor could see him now, would they find their crown prince at all worthy of the throne? Taking one last long look over the sparkle of the city Ewan turned on his heel and headed back towards the door to his bedroom. Noremeer castle stood proudly nestled in the hills a small drive away from the city, its silhouette proved to be the ideal artwork for the ten dollar bills there. It was a mesh of old and new architecture as the royal family made changes to keep up with the times. Ewan’s room was much the same, with ornate stone pillars framing the room, and smooth walls, posters of shows and bands were haphazardly taped to the ancient walls. Across from his large and lush bed stood a desk with a computer.
However the first thing one always noticed when walking into Ewan’s room was the plants. He’d taken great pride in adding hundreds of them all around, on shelves, hanging from the ceiling and on the floor when there was no other space for them.
“Harriet, Sally, Henry, Consuela, how are you my lovelies?” Ewan asked, his voice hoarse from breathing in all the smoke from earlier. Clearing his throat Ewan began his night time routine wishing all his plants well, and chatting as he trimmed and watered his friends. He went down the line remembering each of the plants names and speaking to them like he would an old friend.
He was just about finished when a knock came at the door. Blinking in surprise Ewan set down his watering pail and shuffled over to the door, his limbs heavy. He opened the wide wooden door and squinted into the bright light of the hallway trying to make out the visitor. It took a few blinks but Ewan finally managed to recognize the shape of one of the royal family's coordinators.
“Ah Emily.” Ewan said staying in place and not welcoming the short woman inside. He towered over her standing at his 6.2.
“My prince.” Emily said curtly, her knees barely bending in a curtsy. “I’ve been asked to remind you of tomorrow’s activities. A number of important guests from afar are visiting for political talks, news and media will be welcomed in for some of the talks, also-”
“There is to be a party in the evening, a lavish affair, and I am not to embarrass the good name of the Negaard family in any way.” Ewan finished helpfully, having heard this song and dance many times before.
“An appearance must be made, the queen has entrusted me to remind you of your expectations.” Emily frowned at Ewan clearly displeased with his attitude towards such an important event. “Take this.” Emily thrust out a piece of paper and Ewan sighed as he recognized paragraphs of his mothers handwriting.
“Thank you Emily.” He said but she had already begun hurrying off. Muttering to himself Ewan stepped back into his sanctuary and let the paper float down onto his bed before finishing up with the rest of his plants. As he spoke to them an onlooker might notice the leaves seemed to unfurl a little faster, or as his hands brushed over stems, roots would snake out further. He had a special talent with nature and enjoyed bringing life to the space around him. Each plant had abilities and uses that fascinated Ewan.
When he was finished he stripped down and got ready to snuggle into bed. The paper from his mother crunched and Ewan debated not reading it but decided if he valued his peace it would be better to appease mother. He took his time going over the details of the day, reading over the lecturing scrawl that he was not to talk about his plants in any way. He was not to show his talent, remain quiet unless spoken to. Mother had helpfully outlined a few responses to common questions he might hear. He was also reminded to practice his box step for the waltz. The final line begged him to do everything within his power to remain a source of pride to the family.
With dull eyes Ewan pushed the paper off the bed and brought the sheets up around him. His eyes fluttered closed and he slept a dreamless night.