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The Swan Kingdom was famous for their gorgeous, pastel sunsets. Gold dipped into a glittering silver lake, scattering light across the expanse of water. Sometimes the farmers of the land would stop their work outside just to gather together and huddle themselves despite the cold to watch the sun delicately end their day with a beautiful sight. Today, however, the farmers and townspeople collected themselves near the port in order to watch the ships sliding toward land. They knew, here, was where the commoners that the royal heirs personally selected would gather and train under them; teaching their future rulers humility while also be taught some valuable-- and perhaps fun, entertaining-- skills.
The future princess and bride-to-be of the Peacock Prince stood at the edge of the port, her gray eyes staring straight toward her future students. She counted their heads and made a small frown... she hadn't expected there to be so little. But, her fiancé whispered to her ear, that there may be more in the coming weeks.
She simply grumbled to herself and folded her arms, tilting her equipped sword slightly in doing so.
The air was crisp and cool due to changing weather. Small puffs of air left the lips of the other heirs waiting to welcome their new students. This would, perhaps, be their first time spending their time with commoners. The thought of potentially finding a mate in these commoners was no doubt in their minds as they watched the soulful new group reach the port, as it was often tradition for at least one heir to find their future spouse throughout this experience.
They glanced at each other. Aside from the Peacock Prince and the Swan Princess, who were already betrothed... who would be next?
CURRENT LOCATION: The Swan Kingdom
Season: Winter
Weather: Cold
Political Climate: Peaceful
Current Event: Welcome!
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Season: Winter
Weather: Cold
Political Climate: Peaceful
Current Event: Welcome!
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The Swan Kingdom was famous for their gorgeous, pastel sunsets. Gold dipped into a glittering silver lake, scattering light across the expanse of water. Sometimes the farmers of the land would stop their work outside just to gather together and huddle themselves despite the cold to watch the sun delicately end their day with a beautiful sight. Today, however, the farmers and townspeople collected themselves near the port in order to watch the ships sliding toward land. They knew, here, was where the commoners that the royal heirs personally selected would gather and train under them; teaching their future rulers humility while also be taught some valuable-- and perhaps fun, entertaining-- skills.
The future princess and bride-to-be of the Peacock Prince stood at the edge of the port, her gray eyes staring straight toward her future students. She counted their heads and made a small frown... she hadn't expected there to be so little. But, her fiancé whispered to her ear, that there may be more in the coming weeks.
She simply grumbled to herself and folded her arms, tilting her equipped sword slightly in doing so.
The air was crisp and cool due to changing weather. Small puffs of air left the lips of the other heirs waiting to welcome their new students. This would, perhaps, be their first time spending their time with commoners. The thought of potentially finding a mate in these commoners was no doubt in their minds as they watched the soulful new group reach the port, as it was often tradition for at least one heir to find their future spouse throughout this experience.
They glanced at each other. Aside from the Peacock Prince and the Swan Princess, who were already betrothed... who would be next?
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The waves were calm, but they still held a force enough to rock the ship side to side. The wind, its temperatures lowered due to the expanse of the ocean, cut the four students in piercing coldness. Four invitees-- two Swan inhabitants, one Butterfly member, and one Peacock citizen. All had to have ridden a boat to get to this particular area in the Swan Kingdom at the same time, where they would meet their rulers face to face. Finally.
Now was the opportune time for them to formally get to know each other.
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Orpheus stood imperiously on the wide bow of the ship, the fine wood creaking under them. The icy sea breeze, against which the impetuous young one was as steadfast as land, produced a distant and smooth hiss. During all his time in Swan, he had not often seen the sea, and its wide expanse and powerful undulation reached inside of him. Pride swelled in him as he peered toward the land. Cold wind and wild black or white hair stung his eyes, but their amber gaze remained forward, he ignored the prickling sensation. The lucid sunset brought a golden hue to the lands, the trees reclined with comforting oranges; he burned the horizon swallowed by land, and the nearing settlements and the throngs, all into his memory. His attire, complex with white and black, gold and blue, waved in the wind and every few moments, lifted off of his body as the wind snaked through his sleeves, puffing it out and chilling his skin before flattening back down and spreading warmth.
Blinking away the lurking memories of Puffin, he straightened himself to perfect posture and lifted his chin to a certain angle. Placing his arms stiffly by his side, he went over a checklist from head to toe, adjusting his comportment in the most minute ways, attempting to guess or recall from what he has read about etiquette and pomp to present himself flawlessly to the spectators and his lieges. At his side gripped firmly in his right fist, the strong wind plucked at a long spear. Nearly two feet taller than himself, the haft of thick black wood a little over two centimeters in diameter was shining in the sun, clearly polished to perfection, though he could not hide the spots along the shaft which were well worn with handling. The upper third of was a gleaming spearhead, one protruding thin blade like that of a mailbreaker jutting up the middle, and one more, crescent like the moon, laid across the base of the spearhead where the front blade met the wood. The thin, forward-facing blade was about sixty centimeters long while the crescent protrusions swept out wickedly only fifteen centimeters. The head of the spetum was steel, but gleaming in the sun like silver, having been polished just as obsessively as the haft.
A tiny smirk, still somehow aggressive on the sour face of Orpheus on account of the placement of his dark eyebrows and shape of his long eyelashes, tugged at the left corner of his mouth, turning the orifice upward like the crescent of his spear. He definitely looked good. But was he the best? Uneasiness settled over him. His head, in spite of himself, slowly turned toward the object of his fear, a tall, goodly knight whom he has seen on multiple occasions. Placing the knight Gram Leonce at the far corner of his vision, Orpheus' smirk turned downward. A beastly fighter and accomplished warrior with lineage and who came out of nowhere, he had heard, and entered the encounters organized by a provincial lord. So caught up in his performance, "probably exaggerated," Orpheus reasoned defensively, were those gossiping with him about the man, that they had not mentioned whether or not he won. Realizing abruptly that he was staring, Orpheus jerked his head back to the front and grumbled from deep in his throat, glaring at the horizon. Competition was fierce.
Blinking away the lurking memories of Puffin, he straightened himself to perfect posture and lifted his chin to a certain angle. Placing his arms stiffly by his side, he went over a checklist from head to toe, adjusting his comportment in the most minute ways, attempting to guess or recall from what he has read about etiquette and pomp to present himself flawlessly to the spectators and his lieges. At his side gripped firmly in his right fist, the strong wind plucked at a long spear. Nearly two feet taller than himself, the haft of thick black wood a little over two centimeters in diameter was shining in the sun, clearly polished to perfection, though he could not hide the spots along the shaft which were well worn with handling. The upper third of
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A tiny smirk, still somehow aggressive on the sour face of Orpheus on account of the placement of his dark eyebrows and shape of his long eyelashes, tugged at the left corner of his mouth, turning the orifice upward like the crescent of his spear. He definitely looked good. But was he the best? Uneasiness settled over him. His head, in spite of himself, slowly turned toward the object of his fear, a tall, goodly knight whom he has seen on multiple occasions. Placing the knight Gram Leonce at the far corner of his vision, Orpheus' smirk turned downward. A beastly fighter and accomplished warrior with lineage and who came out of nowhere, he had heard, and entered the encounters organized by a provincial lord. So caught up in his performance, "probably exaggerated," Orpheus reasoned defensively, were those gossiping with him about the man, that they had not mentioned whether or not he won. Realizing abruptly that he was staring, Orpheus jerked his head back to the front and grumbled from deep in his throat, glaring at the horizon. Competition was fierce.
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EldridSmith
The answer is Fireball
As they approached the shore Gram wrapped his cloak around himself as the wind was whipping past them with biting ferocity, and his pack with his clothes and armor was on his back, as despite it's weight it provided some warmth to where it touched his back. His sword hung at his side as he rested his hand on the pommel. He was fond of his families heirloom as it was extremely practical, the guard was pointed into a mix between a spear and hammer providing excellent offense against those donned in armor if he had to resort to using the infamous murder stroke. The weapon was made of clean and bright fine metal that was a more silver sheen than normal steel, however it's durability was better than most swords he had encountered before and it's balance was perfect and made it feel as light as a feather.Soon his attention was caught by his fellow knight in training beside him: Orpheus Cask, the fighter who resembled an aggressive wild beast in competition. He would have been his rival in the past tournament if it had not been limited to those below the age of twenty. They had crossed paths on several occasions before, but their blades had never crossed. He was fond of the spear whereas Gram preferred sword and a sidearm such as a shield, dagger, or shortsword. As he assessed his opponent he knew he could win if he could get within close range of the opponent but he would struggle if he was kept at bay with the longer reach of the spear. However he was thankful he was good with throwing daggers, which could give him a window of opportunity if they crossed blades. However he knew never to underestimate an opponent so he didn't assume even if he managed to distract his opponent he would be assured in victory. He grinned at Orpheus whose persistent gaze and smirk seemed to radiate a subtle hostility as he looked at Gram. Gram was looking forward to sparring with him, it would be a chance to improve himself.
He then turned to the others causing his shield hanging off of his pack to clank against his armor. "I am Gram Leonce, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." He declared with a smile as he looked towards the others as he clung to his cloak for all the warmth it could offer against the wind. Luckily aside from Orpheus there were two young ladies accompanying them so the scenery was made more pleasant. "I am a knight in training along with the one glaring at the Horizon, Orpheus. Don't be bothered by him, I'm sure it's just the wind making him displeased as it is rather biting currently."
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As she looked out across the horizon she smiled and took a deep breath. She breathed in the salty air and opened her eyes as she felt a sudden rush of pride for her kingdom. She had spent most of her life exploring the seas with her father so she knew every inch of the water like the back of her hand.
When she heard the other boys talking she huffed and turned to face them. “Nice to meet you then I guess? Name is Katherine but I go by Kitty. Don’t upset me and we should be able to get along just fine. I don’t like be pushed around.” She said offering one of her rare but pretty smiles.
As she turned back around she started humming a tune that her mother had taught her as a kid and played around with her hands. She looked down at her scarred hands and smiled tracing every last scar. She had a distinct memory of which scar came from which fight she had and had gained a scar from.
As she looked out at the see she pulled her bow and locked in an arrow and let it go watching with satisfaction as the arrow flew across the air and landed in the sea. “Nice shot. Though that was a wasted arrow.. hm. Atleast I got some more practice” she muttered to herself putting her bow up on her back
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When she heard the other boys talking she huffed and turned to face them. “Nice to meet you then I guess? Name is Katherine but I go by Kitty. Don’t upset me and we should be able to get along just fine. I don’t like be pushed around.” She said offering one of her rare but pretty smiles.
As she turned back around she started humming a tune that her mother had taught her as a kid and played around with her hands. She looked down at her scarred hands and smiled tracing every last scar. She had a distinct memory of which scar came from which fight she had and had gained a scar from.
As she looked out at the see she pulled her bow and locked in an arrow and let it go watching with satisfaction as the arrow flew across the air and landed in the sea. “Nice shot. Though that was a wasted arrow.. hm. Atleast I got some more practice” she muttered to herself putting her bow up on her back
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The glistering sight of the salty ocean from the Swan Kingdom was breathtaking to see for Wisteria. They have seen nothing like this before, since she was used to being surrounded by the Butterfly kingdom's colorful scenery.
While Wisteria was looking out at the ocean, there was a picnic basket on her lap. This picnic basket has a lot of pastries, since they took the time to make it before she arrived on the ship. Because she wanted everybody to enjoy her delicious pastries, even if they aren't warm from being out of the oven.
After Wisteria stops looking at the ocean, she was thinking about eating one of her pastries here. Upon almost opening it, one of the guys on the ship introduced himself. It caused Wisteria to look up from what she was going to do, since Gram said his name and Orpheus's name.
The girl named Katherine said her name, and she was a bit confused by the upset part. "I am pretty sure that nobody would want you to be upset, but it is nice to meet you. My name is Wisteria Carmody, and does anyone want to have some pastries here? I brought them for everybody to enjoy it." said Wisteria.
Wondering if they would want to eat it, she just waited for their response with a smile on her face. Because they don't know how delicious her pastries are. 'I hope they like it. It took me a while for me to make all of the pastries in the picnic basket.' thought Wisteria.
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While Wisteria was looking out at the ocean, there was a picnic basket on her lap. This picnic basket has a lot of pastries, since they took the time to make it before she arrived on the ship. Because she wanted everybody to enjoy her delicious pastries, even if they aren't warm from being out of the oven.
After Wisteria stops looking at the ocean, she was thinking about eating one of her pastries here. Upon almost opening it, one of the guys on the ship introduced himself. It caused Wisteria to look up from what she was going to do, since Gram said his name and Orpheus's name.
The girl named Katherine said her name, and she was a bit confused by the upset part. "I am pretty sure that nobody would want you to be upset, but it is nice to meet you. My name is Wisteria Carmody, and does anyone want to have some pastries here? I brought them for everybody to enjoy it." said Wisteria.
Wondering if they would want to eat it, she just waited for their response with a smile on her face. Because they don't know how delicious her pastries are. 'I hope they like it. It took me a while for me to make all of the pastries in the picnic basket.' thought Wisteria.
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Orpheus turned to face Gram with his shoulders, a cold pang of dread stabbing him, in one part because he had sunk so low as to be caught staring at someone else -- uncouth and sad -- and the rest was something he didn't get, nor did he feel like mulling over it. Instead, he opted for his modus operandi. After he turned to face Gram he tilted his spear at an angle away from his body and straightened the arm holding it. With his other arm, he placed its fist on his waist. The various layers of the outfit, now blown from a different direction, waved impressively over his form, the designs hemming the robe and sleeves dancing wildly. Accompanying the wide stance, he looked up... and up... and up towards Gram's tall ass face and his upper left lip lifted like that of a snarling animal with the hint of a mocking sneer. He growled over the wind, "you are the cold one, Leonce." After delivering his halfhearted comeback, his eyes lingered on the icy features of the man, drifting over the sword at his side. It was clear by the way Orpheus' fingers adjusted themselves on the haft of the spear a few times that he was already thinking about how a fight between the two would go. Fighting a swordsman with a spear tends to be a fight of footwork, whether or not a shield is present.
"Thwok!
Instantly, his eyes widened and he made the telltale inhale which a warrior makes when beginning a fight, but his hackles lowered when he saw only the back of one of the girls present. He maintained his stance while sliding his intense, glaring expression toward the familiar sound of an arrow being loosed from a well-strung bow. He hadn't even realized his shoulders were halfway up his neck when he sighed quietly and lowered them, his countenance fading from danger to grumpy. The arrow flying confused him somewhat for he saw no target in the water. His impression of the girl was not quite made, he had enough self-control to give them all more time before he passed judgement, but he thought he sensed the same awkwardness he once suffered from. For some reason, she did not summon his biting tongue; perhaps she simply had good form.
Black and white fringes were tossed to and fro by the buffeting wind when he snapped his gaze next, without the air of danger, to the only innocuous person present. His tense shoulders slumped a little when he saw her, and when she offered only her kindness. A small frustrated grunt escaped the back of his throat when her sickly-sweet affect began diluting his vibe. Quietly, he replied, though still growling, "I'm not... upset."
He then cleared his throat and gently turned his head away, lifting his chin again and looking as important as possible while somehow carrying a sense of defeat while he squinted towards the horizon receding behind them. When she offered them food, his eyes snapped back to her again, narrowing as though she were trying to tempt him with some kind of dubious -- enjoyment, or something. His sidelong gaze shifted down to the basket, his lips twitching, his laryngeal prominence rising then dipping, instinctively swallowing the rush of saliva produced in his mouth at the thought of pastries. After the poorly hidden display of longing, he turned his gaze back in the direction that his head was pointed, letting out a neutral and ultimately unsure, "hn," in response to her question.
"Thwok!
Instantly, his eyes widened and he made the telltale inhale which a warrior makes when beginning a fight, but his hackles lowered when he saw only the back of one of the girls present. He maintained his stance while sliding his intense, glaring expression toward the familiar sound of an arrow being loosed from a well-strung bow. He hadn't even realized his shoulders were halfway up his neck when he sighed quietly and lowered them, his countenance fading from danger to grumpy. The arrow flying confused him somewhat for he saw no target in the water. His impression of the girl was not quite made, he had enough self-control to give them all more time before he passed judgement, but he thought he sensed the same awkwardness he once suffered from. For some reason, she did not summon his biting tongue; perhaps she simply had good form.
Black and white fringes were tossed to and fro by the buffeting wind when he snapped his gaze next, without the air of danger, to the only innocuous person present. His tense shoulders slumped a little when he saw her, and when she offered only her kindness. A small frustrated grunt escaped the back of his throat when her sickly-sweet affect began diluting his vibe. Quietly, he replied, though still growling, "I'm not... upset."
He then cleared his throat and gently turned his head away, lifting his chin again and looking as important as possible while somehow carrying a sense of defeat while he squinted towards the horizon receding behind them. When she offered them food, his eyes snapped back to her again, narrowing as though she were trying to tempt him with some kind of dubious -- enjoyment, or something. His sidelong gaze shifted down to the basket, his lips twitching, his laryngeal prominence rising then dipping, instinctively swallowing the rush of saliva produced in his mouth at the thought of pastries. After the poorly hidden display of longing, he turned his gaze back in the direction that his head was pointed, letting out a neutral and ultimately unsure, "hn," in response to her question.
EldridSmith
The answer is Fireball
The girl who called herself Kitty, was very catty indeed Gram ascertained from her attitude, she seemed rather abrasive from the get go which did not bode well for first impressions, however he was rather patient so he would wait before judging her character. She then traced her hands while singing a tune for some reason unbeknownst to Gram before she proceeded to needlessly and rather pointlessly shoot into the ocean which puzzled him rather thoroughly, usually one shot at a target instead of the sea. Gram shrugged as it could be a foreign custom for good luck or something and ignored the action.Wisteria soon introduced herself and offered pastries with a bright smile on her face. She was cheerful and polite which left a good first impression. As he was about to respond to the two Orpheus made a horrible attempt at an insult while flourishing about in the wind, clearly he was acting tough for some reason but he made his hostility open by rejecting Gram's attempt to cover up for his foul mood. He ignored Orpheus's poor attempt at a comeback. "It's nice to meet you Wisteria, Kitty." He said as he flashed a smile back at the pair. "I would love a pastry, thank you for the offer." He politely replied, while he knew little of formal etiquette, he did know how to be polite as his father beat that into him at a young age. Orpheus made a strange sound, it was rather clear from his eyes that he wanted some as well. "Orpheus also wants to try one." He declared as he took a pastry and bit into it. "Thank you this is delicious and the fact it's warm is nice since it's so frigid out!" He exclaimed with a wide smile.
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She smiled when the other girl offered some pastries and thanked her and then took a bite of her food. She moaned and chewed it and then swallowed and looked over at the girl. “This is so good! What did you put in it if you dont mind me asking? And I like your name!” She said as she sat down and looked across at the dock that was getting closer to them.
She sighed and traced her bracelet that her mother had given her as a kid and smiled sadly. She sat back up and studied the two boys and nodded her head at them. “Nice to meet you boys” she said as she stood up and dusted herself off and then pulled a apple out of her sack that she had and looked at it. “So... what made you guys decide to sign up for this? For me it was the fact that I had nothing better to do in my life other than waiting tables.” She said putting the apple back into her sack and smiled looking at the other people. She hoped that they wouldn’t judge her for the way she had acted a minute ago. She had learned to be rude as she had grown up living on the streets most of her life.
She watched them as she waited for an answer wondering why the guy with the spear acted so cold even more than she had ever acted her entire life and shrugged. It was none of her business and she wasn’t going to be the one to ask or the one to pry. Even though she desperately wanted to she shook her head and cleared her thoughts while huffing and praying silently to her parents to give them some courage to get through this alive and not upset with them and becoming enemies with any of them.
She sighed and traced her bracelet that her mother had given her as a kid and smiled sadly. She sat back up and studied the two boys and nodded her head at them. “Nice to meet you boys” she said as she stood up and dusted herself off and then pulled a apple out of her sack that she had and looked at it. “So... what made you guys decide to sign up for this? For me it was the fact that I had nothing better to do in my life other than waiting tables.” She said putting the apple back into her sack and smiled looking at the other people. She hoped that they wouldn’t judge her for the way she had acted a minute ago. She had learned to be rude as she had grown up living on the streets most of her life.
She watched them as she waited for an answer wondering why the guy with the spear acted so cold even more than she had ever acted her entire life and shrugged. It was none of her business and she wasn’t going to be the one to ask or the one to pry. Even though she desperately wanted to she shook her head and cleared her thoughts while huffing and praying silently to her parents to give them some courage to get through this alive and not upset with them and becoming enemies with any of them.
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Wisteria has a smile on her face, because she is happy that everyone wants one of her pastries here. "You're welcome, Gram, and I made these pastries before I got here. Because who doesn't like pastries from the Butterfly kingdom." said Wisteria. "As for what I put in that one, Kitty. I used blueberries and a few other stuff to make a blueberry pie. I got other pastries in this picnic basket too from lemon, apple, pumpkin, chocolate, strawberry, and etc."
Wisteria knows that she was going on and on with the Butterfly kingdom's food related thing. But she can't help it, since that kingdom is like a healthy food heaven for chefs and patissiers like her. Especially the patissiers, because they love to create their pastries from the fruits and vegetables.
Kitty then asked why they signed up for the academy, and it got Wisteria's attention. "Well, about that. I signed up for the academy, because I want to learn something new. I only know how to make pastries, and grow wisterias in my garden." said Wisteria, who was a bit embarrassed to say that. "Also, being a waitress is a good job to have. You get to look at all of the delicious food at the restaurant and give them to the customers."
She knew that the butterfly kingdom likes to grow flowers, fruits, herbs, and vegetables. But it is pretty sad for her to grow only wisterias when there are people who have amazing gardens.
Wisteria took out a brownie from her picnic basket and started to eat it. For her chocolate pastries are delicious to eat. 'So good, and I can't wait to give this to the teachers. They would probably love this.' thought Wisteria. She is expecting them to go nuts over the chocolate pastries, because chocolate and honey are delicious on a pastry.
They also took out the lemon tart from the picnic basket for Orpheus, since she thinks that they would like it.
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Wisteria knows that she was going on and on with the Butterfly kingdom's food related thing. But she can't help it, since that kingdom is like a healthy food heaven for chefs and patissiers like her. Especially the patissiers, because they love to create their pastries from the fruits and vegetables.
Kitty then asked why they signed up for the academy, and it got Wisteria's attention. "Well, about that. I signed up for the academy, because I want to learn something new. I only know how to make pastries, and grow wisterias in my garden." said Wisteria, who was a bit embarrassed to say that. "Also, being a waitress is a good job to have. You get to look at all of the delicious food at the restaurant and give them to the customers."
She knew that the butterfly kingdom likes to grow flowers, fruits, herbs, and vegetables. But it is pretty sad for her to grow only wisterias when there are people who have amazing gardens.
Wisteria took out a brownie from her picnic basket and started to eat it. For her chocolate pastries are delicious to eat. 'So good, and I can't wait to give this to the teachers. They would probably love this.' thought Wisteria. She is expecting them to go nuts over the chocolate pastries, because chocolate and honey are delicious on a pastry.
They also took out the lemon tart from the picnic basket for Orpheus, since she thinks that they would like it.
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Orpheus looked weakly down at the tart with its gentle tan pastry and creamy filling glistening in the fresh air. Momentarily diverting his gaze towards Gram, he wore a dangerous expression for his fellow squire subverted his decorum yet again. A few of the sailors manning the vessel, in relatively nice clothing for seamen on account of the occasion, clean white sweaters and pressed blue pants, craned their necks as they went by to peer at the exchange of food. Two went by with their mouths open, as though to intone 'not fair' as they passed. None of them broke stride for fear of their leader standing at the wheel and glaring holes in the back of the head of any who strayed too closely to their precious cargo. Inhaling, he replied, "I . . . do . . . want to try one," finally, lifting an uncharacteristically (based on his presentation so far) gentle hand and plucking the tart, its color reminiscent of his own eyes, out of her palm. Looking directly at her, he regained his stately posture and nodded his head stiffly, saying clearly, "thank you very much, miss Carmody," he said nodding once more and holding up the pastry in front of his face as though the reason for his thanks were not clear to everyone present.
Drool was pooling under his tongue at this point, and he tilted his head back just a little to prevent it from pouring out; one could see his throat jumping before the tart even made it there while he instinctively bilged his mouth lest he drown himself in the act. Eventually he took a bite, tasteful in size, not too much to waste nor to little to fail to taste it. There was an immediate visceral reaction, his posture, though it change in an inexplicable way, was surely different. He seemed to stop chewing and begin working around in his mouth. His eyes gained a faraway look and he took a little bit too long to add after swallowing reluctantly, "it is wonderful. It is clear to me, the reason you were selected to attend the guidance of the future monarchs," he nodded solemnly, not hesitating to take a second bite, a little bit larger. The boat rocked in a strong wind and he let out a small and pitiful "hmmh!" while he frantically adjusted his grip on the pastry to avoid dropping it. His hair flew around and slapped him in the eyes a few hundred more times while he turned his head towards their destination, shaking his head gently to clear the locks from his face. The wind held them back while he squinted. They were quite close now. Hunched and indigo, the land stretching out far behind the scene looked asleep, yet between the buildings and sea and the dark chains lining the ocean-front street, he could see a crowd of faces which stretched nearly ten meters on either side of the dock, where two lines of guards flanking either side of their landing onto the shore stood at attention and provided the barrier between them and the curious crowd.
Between the walls of guards, a few figures stood and their garb and features were clear even at this distance. With a sigh of mourning, he quickly consumed the rest of the treat and roughly brushed his hands together in the wind to clear them of crumbs. Inspecting them carefully, he lifted a few other tiny specks of pastry from his fingers and looked down at his garb to make sure it was acceptably arranged. He had no idea how his mother did such a thing, but in spite of the high winds, the fabric remained smooth on his form. Sparing only a moment to gaze at the witchcraft, he moved to the very bow of the ship and looked expectantly over toward the dock they were meant to accost. The sugar and occasion quickened his heart while thoughts teemed in his mind, roiling like a stew. He pulled the cold air in and held it, closing his eyes. He waited until his heart slowed and he yoked his mind to the situation at hand, stifling all of the ambiguous thoughts tugging on him from behind with sallow or sickly green, knobby fingers, like the night parade in its clinging debauchery. Casting that all away and yoking, with his will, as he always does, his mind to the situation at hand, he stood proudly on the deck with only minor dread, awaiting the tidings of those who could have him crushed like a bug with a single word.
Drool was pooling under his tongue at this point, and he tilted his head back just a little to prevent it from pouring out; one could see his throat jumping before the tart even made it there while he instinctively bilged his mouth lest he drown himself in the act. Eventually he took a bite, tasteful in size, not too much to waste nor to little to fail to taste it. There was an immediate visceral reaction, his posture, though it change in an inexplicable way, was surely different. He seemed to stop chewing and begin working around in his mouth. His eyes gained a faraway look and he took a little bit too long to add after swallowing reluctantly, "it is wonderful. It is clear to me, the reason you were selected to attend the guidance of the future monarchs," he nodded solemnly, not hesitating to take a second bite, a little bit larger. The boat rocked in a strong wind and he let out a small and pitiful "hmmh!" while he frantically adjusted his grip on the pastry to avoid dropping it. His hair flew around and slapped him in the eyes a few hundred more times while he turned his head towards their destination, shaking his head gently to clear the locks from his face. The wind held them back while he squinted. They were quite close now. Hunched and indigo, the land stretching out far behind the scene looked asleep, yet between the buildings and sea and the dark chains lining the ocean-front street, he could see a crowd of faces which stretched nearly ten meters on either side of the dock, where two lines of guards flanking either side of their landing onto the shore stood at attention and provided the barrier between them and the curious crowd.
Between the walls of guards, a few figures stood and their garb and features were clear even at this distance. With a sigh of mourning, he quickly consumed the rest of the treat and roughly brushed his hands together in the wind to clear them of crumbs. Inspecting them carefully, he lifted a few other tiny specks of pastry from his fingers and looked down at his garb to make sure it was acceptably arranged. He had no idea how his mother did such a thing, but in spite of the high winds, the fabric remained smooth on his form. Sparing only a moment to gaze at the witchcraft, he moved to the very bow of the ship and looked expectantly over toward the dock they were meant to accost. The sugar and occasion quickened his heart while thoughts teemed in his mind, roiling like a stew. He pulled the cold air in and held it, closing his eyes. He waited until his heart slowed and he yoked his mind to the situation at hand, stifling all of the ambiguous thoughts tugging on him from behind with sallow or sickly green, knobby fingers, like the night parade in its clinging debauchery. Casting that all away and yoking, with his will, as he always does, his mind to the situation at hand, he stood proudly on the deck with only minor dread, awaiting the tidings of those who could have him crushed like a bug with a single word.
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Gram was rather taken aback by Kitten's sudden moan, but pretended to not notice it. He looked over while she fidgeted with a bracelet to see what it was but she then turned towards himself and the grumpy knight in training next to himself. "I was selected by the princess of my home, the Swan Kingdom, after winning a tournament for knights in training for those under twenty. Seeing as this is a chance to improve myself in multiple aspects I couldn't pass up the opportunity." He explained before Wisteria spoke up and he looked towards her. "I must admit this is my first time trying pastries of another kingdom, and I am thoroughly impressed." He replied before she turned to Kitty explaining how she had pastries of many different berries, which had Gram rather eager to try them in the future. As the conversation between the two continued he listened to try and understand the people before him a little better, though he failed to understand the point of growing flowers, they didn't do anything useful. However he could see that Wisteria was looking forward to something rather intently, though he didn't pry.Orpheus shot him another hateful glance at him again at which Gram smiled back at, he had no hostility for Orpheus, just a longing to fight him later. However it was clear his newfound rival didn't seem to feel the same. He wanted to pull Orpheus aside and give him a talk about how his blatant hostility would make their kingdom look bad, however there was no chance to do so here and now. Aside his attitude wasn't going to make any friends or earn any favors as he was now, but that was his problem as long as he wasn't an embarrassment or disgrace to the swan kingdom. However he soon showed a different, less hostile and gruff side which made Gram sigh in relief, it didn't look like he was going to be an issue, for some reason it was just hostility directed at him. Gram didn't mind, he wasn't one to crack at the first sign of someone hating you for no reason. Orpheus clearly enjoyed the pastry and was polite with the other girls as he answered their questions.
"Thank you again for the pastries Wisteria, I look forward to having the chance to try them again." He declared with an honest smile, rather bluntly stating his desire, though he wasn't going to ask for a second as that would be rude.
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As she finished up her pastry she studied the other guy again and sighed. “I’m sorry if I acted cold at first but I have been living on my own for a while so I haven’t had a bunch of human interaction between other people. But that is a good thing to come for Wisteria!” She said smiling she then turned to the guy he called himself Gram. “And nice to meet you Gram.... so you fight a lot I guess?” She asked tilting her head and looking over his weapons. She shrugged and pulled out one of her daggers and polished it and then put it back into her shoe.
As she looked back at the dock she noticed some figures and squinted to see if she could see if she could make them out. “Look! There are some people standing over there!” She called out and pointed over at the dock and smiled. “I think it is the princes and princesses!!” She said smiling
She started to wave her hands. When she suddenly thought of something and put her hands back down and huffed sitting down on the raft and picked at her most recent scars and pulled off a scab and smiled wiping the blood off on her shirt and then shook her hand and stuffed it into her pockets and sighed. “It is so cold!” She said whining and wrapping her arms around her tightly shivering slightly
As she looked back at the dock she noticed some figures and squinted to see if she could see if she could make them out. “Look! There are some people standing over there!” She called out and pointed over at the dock and smiled. “I think it is the princes and princesses!!” She said smiling
She started to wave her hands. When she suddenly thought of something and put her hands back down and huffed sitting down on the raft and picked at her most recent scars and pulled off a scab and smiled wiping the blood off on her shirt and then shook her hand and stuffed it into her pockets and sighed. “It is so cold!” She said whining and wrapping her arms around her tightly shivering slightly
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Watching everyone enjoying the pastries made Wisteria happy, because she honestly can't wait to see how they react to the chocolate pastries. Especially the royals, since it is going to be fun to figure out what kind of pastries they like to have. They also finished the brownie they were eating.
"You're welcome, Orpheus, and who wants some chocolate chip cookies or brownies? They are delicious, and most people who like sweets want more of it." said Wisteria. Her curiosity about this got the better of her, for she wanted to know if they would like it.
She then heard what Gram said, and was surprised to hear that this was his first time trying the butterfly kingdom's pastries. "I am still happy that you like my pastries, and patissiers isn't the only one who likes to mess around with plants. I have seen people in the butterfly kingdom having a candy shop, a tea shop, an herbal medicine shop, and more, because plants can do a lot of things. Even the flowers are useful, since we do a lot of things with them like pesticides and dyes for example." said Wisteria.
She knows about that, because Wisteria used to go shopping with her mother when she was little. Wisteria's mom told her about how amazing herbs are for their healing properties, and would make Wisteria some herbal tea with a lemon from the market. They loved how delicious it was, and little Wisteria would ask her mother to make more of it.
Wisteria heard what Kitty said, and she gave them a warm smile. "I didn't see you acting cold towards us, Kitty, and thank you." said Wisteria. She doesn't know what was the cold part that Kitty was talking about, since they just saw her eating an apple like a normal person.
Wisteria saw Kitty turning her head to look at the docks, and upon hearing them saying it might be the princes and princesses. She put the pastries away in the picnic basket, for she wanted to look her best for them. They also put on their butterfly cloak, since it was cold outside.
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"You're welcome, Orpheus, and who wants some chocolate chip cookies or brownies? They are delicious, and most people who like sweets want more of it." said Wisteria. Her curiosity about this got the better of her, for she wanted to know if they would like it.
She then heard what Gram said, and was surprised to hear that this was his first time trying the butterfly kingdom's pastries. "I am still happy that you like my pastries, and patissiers isn't the only one who likes to mess around with plants. I have seen people in the butterfly kingdom having a candy shop, a tea shop, an herbal medicine shop, and more, because plants can do a lot of things. Even the flowers are useful, since we do a lot of things with them like pesticides and dyes for example." said Wisteria.
She knows about that, because Wisteria used to go shopping with her mother when she was little. Wisteria's mom told her about how amazing herbs are for their healing properties, and would make Wisteria some herbal tea with a lemon from the market. They loved how delicious it was, and little Wisteria would ask her mother to make more of it.
Wisteria heard what Kitty said, and she gave them a warm smile. "I didn't see you acting cold towards us, Kitty, and thank you." said Wisteria. She doesn't know what was the cold part that Kitty was talking about, since they just saw her eating an apple like a normal person.
Wisteria saw Kitty turning her head to look at the docks, and upon hearing them saying it might be the princes and princesses. She put the pastries away in the picnic basket, for she wanted to look her best for them. They also put on their butterfly cloak, since it was cold outside.
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The waves slammed against the ship as it eased toward the wooden structure. Sailors aboard their ship tossed the seamen on land their ropes while others set to slowing down the vessel before it could crash against the docks. It was a subdued, orderly chaos as the seasoned mariners ran to and fro and barked commands to one another. This ruckus would have caused the two additional students, Warden Red and Eden River to come out from below deck to survey the pandemoneum.
The violet-haired prince rose an arm and waved a single gloved hand in welcome to Kitty. The brunette beside him, completely attired in black and white armor, straightened upon noticing her soldiers-in-training Gram and Orpheus and nodded in sharp approval. The Butterfly Prince offered a friendly wave and smile to Wisteria.
"WELCOME, WARDEN!!" Spear yelled across, making the Parrot Prince flinch beside him. Before the plank could be properly set, Spear continued to cry out, "HOW WAS THE TRIP?? DID YOU ENJOY IT??"
Both Gabriella and Jiro turned to him and said something, making the white-haired royal instantly quiet.
Mercutio didn't acknowledge his student, instead looking off and appearing as though he didn't want to be there. Thankfully, the Parakeet Princess was already fulfilling that role, waving her arms violently and running ahead to greet Eden immediately. Nik followed after her and lightly tugged at Mercutio's arm to get him to follow.
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Eden came out from below the deck and surveyed the ship and people and her surroundings. Feeling the cool breeze of the wind on her face and smelling the ocean air. She was amazed and taken aback by the ship, this was definitely a new experience for her. Eden was immediately greeted by people, she gave a smile and a wave in greeting. "Hello, it's nice to meet you all. This is all so new and exciting." she said wanting to make conversation.
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Had it not been for the commotion up on the deck and the rushing waters surrounding the ship, Warrens snores would have been much more audible. From the moment Warren boarded, He had planned to cause a bit of a stir down in the bowels of this vessel. However, he was unable to cause any stirring. He had fallen asleep soon after, and had been asleep the whole way to the Swan Kingdom. It was only once he was left alone in the lower decks that he began to come to. Soon after Eden River left for the surface, Warrens eyes shot open and his face curled into a worrisome grin. His mission for mischief was not a failure just yet, and he was well rested. He sat up slowly while the curious sound of plotting left his throat, and his feet thumped the planks beneath. He scratched and stroked at his smooth, hairless chin with his right hand, before reaching under his shirt and itching his side. He continued to "hmmm..." while his vacant hand went to pick up the belongings he took with him.
A simple sack, which hung loosely from a rope that weaved in and out the mouth of it. Wrinkles ran up the sides indicating that it was not too full, but without a doubt held contents. Once his eyes scoured the room for any fun toys left behind, he stood and took hold of his only other belonging. A round shield that domed out with a smooth steel plate, held in place by a rim of the same material. The shield had no further design to distinguish it, if one were to ignore the many thin cut markings going from one end to the other. Warren hung his bag on his shoulder and equipped the shield onto his left forearm. He had found nothing of interest in the cabin he was left in, so with a light chuckle he peeked out of the room to check for anyone hanging back in the halls. Without much thought he began some exploration, with his movement light akin to a thief. Unlike a thief however, his movement was rhythmic, not like a waltz, but perhaps a casual dance, or as though a tune played within Warrens head that no one else could keep a rhythm to. He bobbed up and down, his left shoulder staying ahead of the right, before it is the right that takes the lead. His feet moved in a similar tempo, while nearly stumbling back and forth. Though still not quite a dance, he was expressive through his free movements.
Warren passed many locked rooms and, eventually made it to the end of the hall, ending with a right turn. As if to catch someone in the act of a crime, Warren leapt across the floor to land facing where the turn lead, where he found a door left cracked open. "Oh yeah, that's just calling my name!" Warren excitedly jogged towards the door and gently pushed it out of his way. The door creaked open and revealed to him the seamen's quarters, which he promptly began to sift through with sounds similar to a monkey. "hoo hooo... what is this?" Warren narrowed his eyes as he slid a book out from underneath a pillow and opened it. He placed a seaman's hat atop his matted hair, looking through the book while he leaned against the bunks, soon finding that it was one of 'scandalous depictions.' Warren promptly closed the book, took a quick look around, and popped open a pin or two on his shield. The leather interior of the shield, held together by said pins, was now a secret compartment for Warren's find. It was when Warren turned to leave, that he was greeted by a dispirited sailor at the door, with broad arms folded together, and a harsh grimace across his face. "What the hell are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be on deck?" said the Sailor with a gruff voice. Warren replied undeterred, however needing a moment to find the words to say. "uhh, I got lost. Shouldn't you be tending the deck?" Warren gave the man a smile that was not returned. Instead, the Seaman paused for a moment, then snatched the hat off the fools head and yanked him by the collar, soon reaching the surface behind the others. Warren reeled back from the bright sun in his eyes and shook his head, but the smell and cold of the ocean had him refreshed. A grin crept back onto his face.
A simple sack, which hung loosely from a rope that weaved in and out the mouth of it. Wrinkles ran up the sides indicating that it was not too full, but without a doubt held contents. Once his eyes scoured the room for any fun toys left behind, he stood and took hold of his only other belonging. A round shield that domed out with a smooth steel plate, held in place by a rim of the same material. The shield had no further design to distinguish it, if one were to ignore the many thin cut markings going from one end to the other. Warren hung his bag on his shoulder and equipped the shield onto his left forearm. He had found nothing of interest in the cabin he was left in, so with a light chuckle he peeked out of the room to check for anyone hanging back in the halls. Without much thought he began some exploration, with his movement light akin to a thief. Unlike a thief however, his movement was rhythmic, not like a waltz, but perhaps a casual dance, or as though a tune played within Warrens head that no one else could keep a rhythm to. He bobbed up and down, his left shoulder staying ahead of the right, before it is the right that takes the lead. His feet moved in a similar tempo, while nearly stumbling back and forth. Though still not quite a dance, he was expressive through his free movements.
Warren passed many locked rooms and, eventually made it to the end of the hall, ending with a right turn. As if to catch someone in the act of a crime, Warren leapt across the floor to land facing where the turn lead, where he found a door left cracked open. "Oh yeah, that's just calling my name!" Warren excitedly jogged towards the door and gently pushed it out of his way. The door creaked open and revealed to him the seamen's quarters, which he promptly began to sift through with sounds similar to a monkey. "hoo hooo... what is this?" Warren narrowed his eyes as he slid a book out from underneath a pillow and opened it. He placed a seaman's hat atop his matted hair, looking through the book while he leaned against the bunks, soon finding that it was one of 'scandalous depictions.' Warren promptly closed the book, took a quick look around, and popped open a pin or two on his shield. The leather interior of the shield, held together by said pins, was now a secret compartment for Warren's find. It was when Warren turned to leave, that he was greeted by a dispirited sailor at the door, with broad arms folded together, and a harsh grimace across his face. "What the hell are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be on deck?" said the Sailor with a gruff voice. Warren replied undeterred, however needing a moment to find the words to say. "uhh, I got lost. Shouldn't you be tending the deck?" Warren gave the man a smile that was not returned. Instead, the Seaman paused for a moment, then snatched the hat off the fools head and yanked him by the collar, soon reaching the surface behind the others. Warren reeled back from the bright sun in his eyes and shook his head, but the smell and cold of the ocean had him refreshed. A grin crept back onto his face.
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Amber eyes set the horizon on fire for a few more moments. Orpheus' eyes narrowed at it and he kept his boots planted to the ground for as long as it were proper, as though he wanted to be there all of a sudden, at the horizon. This near to the land, there was a constant weak wind moving across the shore to which the water plants danced and fidgeted like the crowd, staring, gossiping, laughing. That stifled wind puffed at his face, sending the short bangs draped over his forehead wiggling like the legs of an insect. Orpheus' eyes flashed to the crowd, but he did not shoot his admittedly rude gaze toward anyone in particular standing beside their destination. A heaviness in his stomach and tightness in his chest bloomed sickeningly, intruding on his attempts to hold it all down. All those people talking, about them; some about him, he realized for the first time what else he was meant to contend with. All of a sudden, a little taste of doom impinged his thoughts. The training, the intensity, the loyalty and honor did not matter in the towering face of public opinion. For someone so curated, Orpheus knew well the effects of gossip. Ironically, the little immigrant family of Orpheus was spared being gossiped about; his mother and father were well received. There was more than once incident where the entire town he lived in was raised to shouts over a rumor which had to be put to rest in a dramatic public display which never quite ended well. Visions of him in the path of that blind bull caused his shoulders to crumble. Different from giving control to someone else out of fealty, he could feel control being wrested away from him almost immediately; the feeling of a small fish dropped into a very, very big pond.
He heard the iron footsteps of Gram moving and turned quickly, a cowed look on his face. Once sharp as a razor, his gaze was thoroughly blunted and soft. Shoulders rising and falling visibly, quickly, Orpheus cleared his throat and straightened his back. After a moment of trepidation before the moment of his presentation, the young warrior continued to attempt to calm himself, falling in line somewhere in the middle near the front, positioned near the railing where the plank was meant to be placed. This time, his ego cowered behind the best he could do and without fuss, Gram left before Orpheus. In fact, with knowledge of the black haired youth's earlier demeanor, Gram, Wisteria and Katherine might rightly think Orpheus in part hid behind Gram. Before they walked away from the body of the ship, his spear was upright, his back was straight, his chin was up, and the facsimile of his earlier intensity was resting firmly over all of the fear flowing into him. Luckily, no one was near enough to hear the hammering of his heart.
Over the railing, he noticed the one he owes this opportunity to lock eyes with him and he instantly bucked off the hesitance. Though fear prowled impatiently in his chest, turning circles over and over, the eyes of the royals peering up at them scared him even more. His presentation became pristine. When prince Spear began yelling, his eyes widened a little and he gasped through his nose. Orpheus' amber eyes had to be corralled back to the horizon, back to attention, because they kept trailing slowly down to the white-haired prince from his homeland. Orpheus' face twitched in minute ways and he shifted his stance a couple of times, adjusting the grip on his spear. He could only steal a few more glances at Spear before resuming his stiff demeanor. Once the gangplank was set, Orpheus followed the procession in the most dignified manner he could muster.
He heard the iron footsteps of Gram moving and turned quickly, a cowed look on his face. Once sharp as a razor, his gaze was thoroughly blunted and soft. Shoulders rising and falling visibly, quickly, Orpheus cleared his throat and straightened his back. After a moment of trepidation before the moment of his presentation, the young warrior continued to attempt to calm himself, falling in line somewhere in the middle near the front, positioned near the railing where the plank was meant to be placed. This time, his ego cowered behind the best he could do and without fuss, Gram left before Orpheus. In fact, with knowledge of the black haired youth's earlier demeanor, Gram, Wisteria and Katherine might rightly think Orpheus in part hid behind Gram. Before they walked away from the body of the ship, his spear was upright, his back was straight, his chin was up, and the facsimile of his earlier intensity was resting firmly over all of the fear flowing into him. Luckily, no one was near enough to hear the hammering of his heart.
Over the railing, he noticed the one he owes this opportunity to lock eyes with him and he instantly bucked off the hesitance. Though fear prowled impatiently in his chest, turning circles over and over, the eyes of the royals peering up at them scared him even more. His presentation became pristine. When prince Spear began yelling, his eyes widened a little and he gasped through his nose. Orpheus' amber eyes had to be corralled back to the horizon, back to attention, because they kept trailing slowly down to the white-haired prince from his homeland. Orpheus' face twitched in minute ways and he shifted his stance a couple of times, adjusting the grip on his spear. He could only steal a few more glances at Spear before resuming his stiff demeanor. Once the gangplank was set, Orpheus followed the procession in the most dignified manner he could muster.
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Gram was somewhat perplexed by Kitty, they said they worked as a waiter and then turned around to say that hadn't been around people in a while. If she wasn't going to be another student he would have suspected her to be an assassin or spy... even now he began to become concerned she may be one."Indeed, training to be a knight has led me to spar many times with many people, and while I prefer the sword it's a sidearm traditionally so I am versed with all manner of weaponry." He explained to Kitty before she exclaimed the royals were waiting for them Ashore. He saluted Gabriella for a few seconds before lowering his arm and placing it back within his cloak. He could have done so for longer but there was no point needlessly getting cold.As Wisteria offered sweets once more he couldn't refuse. "I can't help but ask for one if you're offering as I have a penchant for fine foods, and yours are amazing." He proclaimed before she responded to his prior statement. "I see, then the swan kingdom has much to learn about plants from yours. I look forward to seeing their effects."
Soon the one he presumed as Warren arroved above deck as they were being tied down and waiting for the ramp down to be placed. Gram felt something was off about him but he couldn't place his finger on why, perhaps it was just his disheveled appearance. As for the one named Eden who greeted them he didn't know what to think at first as they had no strong impressions.
However the path between the ship and dock had been laid and he marched forwards towards the royals. He always prided himself at looking properly, and as his friends put it, regally. His posture was always impeccable and comfortable, finding the perfect balance of relaxed and tense for any situation should it erupt. His friends joked he was raised as a noble due to his way of acting and posture, however his table manners didn't reflect it to his disliking. He could hear Orpheus rattling behind him with all of his movement, perhaps the fearless had finally become nervous? However he wasn't one to judge and continued forwards like a soldier as his father had taught him. He soon arrived with the others in front fo the princes and princesses.
He knew he was supposed to be on equal terms with them here but as a soldier he couldn't help but salute her. "Hail Princess." He formally declared like a soldier greeted his commanding officer. He soon relaxed once she declared he could. "It is an honor and a privilege to be picked as one of the few to join the next generation of royalty. I thank you for this opportunity and for the chance to learn from you all." He formally declared with an earnest voice.
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Standing just outside the door he left, Warren let the winter cold pierce through him, and brought him back to where he came from. The tundras he had experienced time and time again were rough, but like the chilling winds cuts through any man, it too chiseled away at Warren Red. Puffin shaped him into what he is, and the harsh gale of the ocean was home. Warren let in a big inhale, seemingly unbothered by the climate, with the wind blowing through his baggy clothes, then let out a loud exhale turned yawn. He stretched, pulling his arms up above his head and bending behind it. Having only walked out moments before the roar of Atticus Spear, the cries were fortunately unheard by Warren. Just as his stretch was coming to an end his wince closed eyes peeked open, the other five students came into focus. 30 something ft. towards the bow of the vessel they stood scattered about, but still grouped together. "well now, I wonder what I've been missing out on." Warren spoke to himself with a perplexed look, but it soon turned into a grin, an opportunity to make a grandiose entrance onto the cast of his piers presented itself before Warren. To his knowledge, no one had even noticed his arrival to the surface.
It was then however, that something caught his eye. Slowly, he hooked his shield that was still firmly held onto his left arm onto his back, and slipped his arm free. There was a change of plans, and he instead decided to take on another task he deemed more important. Warren pushed his boot into the floorboards beneath him, then took another step for the creak test, which he soon found was a passing grade. The floor boards were silent enough for his hair brained plan. "She's a good girl isn't she.." His mumbles spoke only of the ship he stood on, and preceded a menacingly toned chuckle. The cheering of the bystanders populating the docks only aided Warrens scheme. He crept... and crept... taking many hurried, but careful, long strides towards the end of the ship. Only losing his balance once but quickly recovered. He laughed it off, and began sneaking again. As soon as he was close to his target, he crouched and crept ever closer. The conditions couldn't possibly be more in his favor, the roar of the crowd kept everyone distracted, and the sun beamed just over the horizon. if anyone were to look in his direction, the suns brilliant light would save him from being detected while he hugged the wall. He was almost there, just a few feet in front of him was his mark, Wisteria Carmody.
Now was his chance, Warren crouching only a couple of feet from where Miss Carmody sat, and it was now or never. Warren reached forward and slid his hand into her pastry basket. He paused for a moment only to be sure he hadn't been noticed. He had no idea what he had just put his hands on, only to pull it out to reveal to him a homemade pastry. Before the aroma could even hit his nose, the pastry was stuffed into his mouth, and he began to chew the mouthful like a savage. If there was one thing Warren never could fully grasp, it was manners. The pig couldn't even finish the first one before grabbing a few more, and holding them in a makeshift sack from his shirt. He was thoroughly enjoying the one he stuffed his face with, and the luck of his draw had allowed for most of the varieties the woman had made. It was as he reached in for a sixth pastry that he stopped cold. Whether he sensed his luck was wearing thin, or that someone had simply caught wind, he stayed very still. Warren broke his head free only to looked up at Wisteria, with thick crumbs around his mouth, while trying desperately not to cough when swallowing the large portion he foolishly attempted to eat all at once.
It was then however, that something caught his eye. Slowly, he hooked his shield that was still firmly held onto his left arm onto his back, and slipped his arm free. There was a change of plans, and he instead decided to take on another task he deemed more important. Warren pushed his boot into the floorboards beneath him, then took another step for the creak test, which he soon found was a passing grade. The floor boards were silent enough for his hair brained plan. "She's a good girl isn't she.." His mumbles spoke only of the ship he stood on, and preceded a menacingly toned chuckle. The cheering of the bystanders populating the docks only aided Warrens scheme. He crept... and crept... taking many hurried, but careful, long strides towards the end of the ship. Only losing his balance once but quickly recovered. He laughed it off, and began sneaking again. As soon as he was close to his target, he crouched and crept ever closer. The conditions couldn't possibly be more in his favor, the roar of the crowd kept everyone distracted, and the sun beamed just over the horizon. if anyone were to look in his direction, the suns brilliant light would save him from being detected while he hugged the wall. He was almost there, just a few feet in front of him was his mark, Wisteria Carmody.
Now was his chance, Warren crouching only a couple of feet from where Miss Carmody sat, and it was now or never. Warren reached forward and slid his hand into her pastry basket. He paused for a moment only to be sure he hadn't been noticed. He had no idea what he had just put his hands on, only to pull it out to reveal to him a homemade pastry. Before the aroma could even hit his nose, the pastry was stuffed into his mouth, and he began to chew the mouthful like a savage. If there was one thing Warren never could fully grasp, it was manners. The pig couldn't even finish the first one before grabbing a few more, and holding them in a makeshift sack from his shirt. He was thoroughly enjoying the one he stuffed his face with, and the luck of his draw had allowed for most of the varieties the woman had made. It was as he reached in for a sixth pastry that he stopped cold. Whether he sensed his luck was wearing thin, or that someone had simply caught wind, he stayed very still. Warren broke his head free only to looked up at Wisteria, with thick crumbs around his mouth, while trying desperately not to cough when swallowing the large portion he foolishly attempted to eat all at once.
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The Swan Princess silently addressed both her chosen soldiers and bowed her head respectfully in acknowledgement. The expression on her face continued to remain solemn in the midst of the polite smiles and shouts of welcoming exchanges. She rubbed her fingers together and slowly brought her arm behind her back as she deliberated what to say, specifically to Gram, the one who addressed her. "You are an upstanding example. A privilege, honor, or not, your skill and reputation are the reason why you are here. Thank yourself for your hard work."
"And we are all very honored to learn from you as well," the Peacock Prince chimed, delicately wrapping a rather possessive arm around Gabriella. She unflinchingly and not-so-discretely elbowed her armor into Jiro's stomach, making him wince and release her.
Daiki sweetly and humbly bowed down to each member as they stepped on land, offering his hand to any who may need help getting their final steps off the ship.
Barbara, the Parakeet Princess, attacked each new member with an affectionately tight embrace and two kisses on each cheek. The girl had no shame-- at least to the other kingdoms. The Parrot and Macaw Prince didn't see much of a problem with this greeting, though Nik certainly could tell the others may have been getting overwhelmed by all the attention. He gently took her arm to pull her away from drowning anyone else with their customs.
Gabriella turned to the group. "You all must be exhausted from the boat ride here. I know that I for one am not a fan of sea-travel," she said under her breath. "Now come. Let us get you all situated."
In the midst of the crowds were three carriages-- a large but modest one of white and black, a trim and flamboyant vessel of brilliant blues and greens, and an elegant caravan of pastel blues and pinks, embellished with small and simple flowers.
"You may choose to travel in one of the carriages," Gabriella said, pulling herself onto one of the horses and grabbing fiercely onto its reins, "Or you may travel alongside myself with a horse of your own. Just be mindful-- it is an awfully long way, and I recommend the comforts of the carriage."
Perhaps, then, as well, each member would have an opportunity to either associate with each other, the royals, or Gabriella herself. The Swan Carriage was currently being occupied by the Parrot Prince, the Macaw Prince, and the Parakeet Princess; the Peacock Carriage carried the Peacock Prince alone; the Butterfly Carriage held the Puffin Prince and the Butterfly Prince.
A few horses were open to being ridden as well.
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As she got off of the ship she made her way over to the prince and smiled and waved. “Hello.” She said trying to stay as formal as she could. She was nervous as she had never been in front of royalty before so she didn’t know what to do
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Orpheus mirrored Gram's display with stiff dignity. His lower lip was set and his eyes were up and past his superiors' approving gaze until she addressed them directly, at which point he looked respectfully in her eyes. He did not, however, invoke his own enthusiastic promise of goodwill and activity. In his mind, the former is assumed and the latter could be inferred from his presence. Instead of the businesslike merrymaking, he took a deep breath, his lurching dread subsiding in a matter of moments. Taking a few steps forward, a respectful distance past the uncouth royals who strode past him and met their acquaintances with obnoxious glee, in some cases, Orpheus turned back toward the crowd and the moored ship, keeping the horses and carriages behind him. From where the large schooner bobbed lethargically against the dock, the top of its railing a few feet above his head, he inhaled deeply again and attuned himself with the scene from the edge of it. He could not place the reason his nerves were soothed but it was nonetheless welcome.
Amber eyes roamed from Gram's jovial and calm features, one, to the bow-wielding waitress who lingered on the ship, two. Another girl who had not shown her face during the ride was gladly disembarking over the sturdy gangplank to meet the exuberant butterfly princess who greeted her as though she were a dear friend indeed, three. Just behind her, making her dainty way along, Wisteria carried her basket beside her as she went, four. His head turned minutely to the side; one seemed to be missing, a conspicuous absence given the occasion. A dark and thin shadow passed between where the railing of the ship broke to accommodate the gangplank. Orpheus squinted and blinked, blaming the brightening morning for some illusion. It broke the light once more, and again. He could barely recognize the lumps of pastry located in the clutches of the shadowy appendage but its purpose seemed relatively clear, at least its destination. A single, thin black brow arched high above his right eye while he stared at the breakaway, waiting for their fifth and final member to appear there. He could scarcely imagine it was a crewman given the odd looks they were tossing toward that spot, having finished the work of docking. One or two bodies passed near the railing of the ship, their heads turning confusedly toward the scene which was, from their perspective, quite plain. If it weren't for the sun, he would have seen their expressions clearly; they did not indeed disappear after stopping the boat. Twice, different members of the crew paused, looked, then moved along, shaking their head. Once, a third looked at the scene, lifted his hand to rub his eyes, then looked again, then moved along, shaking his head. He did wait for the horrid barking of the captain to signal the trespass of one of his sailors nonetheless. However, an exasperated sigh parted his lips and he applied the back of his throat, eliciting a very quiet hiss of disapproval when the moments of its unfolding never brought the racket. This wasn't some random crew plucked off of the smarmy docks, anyway.
Yet, at the same time, a feeling of amusement brushed against his diaphragm. If he weren't careful, he might have laughed, very quietly. Instead, he maintained his sizzle. Inexplicable and unusual, he thought to himself, though he learned some small measure of time ago to quite denying his whims in lieu of dealing with them. Inexplicable and unusual indeed that being a pickpocket could land one in a royal institution. For now, he chose to believe that the royals knew what they were doing, they were royalty, after all. Once Gabriella mounted her horse, Orpheus bowed his head in her direction respectfully, though he kept his eyes on the gangway.
"I shall mount a horse, my liege," he replied softly, raising his head and turning it toward his mark, "once everyone is gathered, with your leave."
Amber eyes roamed from Gram's jovial and calm features, one, to the bow-wielding waitress who lingered on the ship, two. Another girl who had not shown her face during the ride was gladly disembarking over the sturdy gangplank to meet the exuberant butterfly princess who greeted her as though she were a dear friend indeed, three. Just behind her, making her dainty way along, Wisteria carried her basket beside her as she went, four. His head turned minutely to the side; one seemed to be missing, a conspicuous absence given the occasion. A dark and thin shadow passed between where the railing of the ship broke to accommodate the gangplank. Orpheus squinted and blinked, blaming the brightening morning for some illusion. It broke the light once more, and again. He could barely recognize the lumps of pastry located in the clutches of the shadowy appendage but its purpose seemed relatively clear, at least its destination. A single, thin black brow arched high above his right eye while he stared at the breakaway, waiting for their fifth and final member to appear there. He could scarcely imagine it was a crewman given the odd looks they were tossing toward that spot, having finished the work of docking. One or two bodies passed near the railing of the ship, their heads turning confusedly toward the scene which was, from their perspective, quite plain. If it weren't for the sun, he would have seen their expressions clearly; they did not indeed disappear after stopping the boat. Twice, different members of the crew paused, looked, then moved along, shaking their head. Once, a third looked at the scene, lifted his hand to rub his eyes, then looked again, then moved along, shaking his head. He did wait for the horrid barking of the captain to signal the trespass of one of his sailors nonetheless. However, an exasperated sigh parted his lips and he applied the back of his throat, eliciting a very quiet hiss of disapproval when the moments of its unfolding never brought the racket. This wasn't some random crew plucked off of the smarmy docks, anyway.
Yet, at the same time, a feeling of amusement brushed against his diaphragm. If he weren't careful, he might have laughed, very quietly. Instead, he maintained his sizzle. Inexplicable and unusual, he thought to himself, though he learned some small measure of time ago to quite denying his whims in lieu of dealing with them. Inexplicable and unusual indeed that being a pickpocket could land one in a royal institution. For now, he chose to believe that the royals knew what they were doing, they were royalty, after all. Once Gabriella mounted her horse, Orpheus bowed his head in her direction respectfully, though he kept his eyes on the gangway.
"I shall mount a horse, my liege," he replied softly, raising his head and turning it toward his mark, "once everyone is gathered, with your leave."
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Gram beamed at the princess's acknowledge and affirmation that he had earned his position here by his own hard work, through efforts he had harvested as a child, and finally come to bear fruit. He was grateful of his father's teachings now as they led him to where he was today. Princess Gabriella's fiance the crown prince of the peacock kingdom spoke to him of the honor to learn from the students as well, however the first thing that caught his attention was his possessive act towards Gabriella. Only through the self control he hand cultivated did he keep his eyebrow from raising, instead keeping calm. However Gabriella Proctor's nudge her fiance, and with brutal efficiency his grasp was removed. A normal man would have chuckled some at the princes expense in prince of their princess, and while he was proud, he stayed silent like a silver monolith paying homage to the texts written upon it.Gram, as the forefront of the group bowed in turn to Daiki after exiting the ship. As he turned to head towards land he was immediately assaulted by Barbara's affectionate attack. While he had been on guard due to his suspicions of Kitty, he had not guarded against any movements of the royals themselves. Surprised and unable to compose himself immediately afterwards he found himself blushing a deep crimson. He admittedly hardly spent time with females outside of his group, and those he knew were all tomboys who dressed and acted like men most of the time. Granted most of his friends had hooked up with one another, but he had abstained to focus on his training.
As he looked away to hide his blush he noticed Warren who had paused under his gaze. Having spent many days playing games and training sessions focused on spacial awareness he was good at noticing such things, and whilst the sun was a visual hindrance, the general actions were outlined to him and the context clues filled in. Gram frowned at the greedy thief's actions, had he just asked she would have given freely, yet he felt inclined to take without asking. One could hardly leave a worst first impression on Gram, who was rarely quick to judge, but it was clear the man was rash, impatient, selfish, and likely inclined to despicable behavior. In a stern and harsh tone Gram called Warren out. "Warren, correct? Wisteria was giving freely of the goods she had prepared for us and the royalty present. However she was also rationing them so everyone had a chan e to taste her efforts. Yet you, without bothering to ask, take a good number possibly robbing her of her chance to share with the royals, as she so desired, merely to serve your own interests. I am appalled by this display and suggest you properly apologize." He lectures, his blush thankfully having faded by now. "See to it that you act in a manner befitting the honor you were given." He exclaims before turning and leaving, not bothering to wait for a response.
By now Barbara had been pulled aside and Gabriella had begun addressing the group, they were to sort into the carriage or on horse. He pondered this decision while Orpheus decided to ride with Gabriella. "As much as I would enjoy riding with your highness, I feel meeting new people will be my goal today as I attempt to broaden my horizons. I shall take my leave for the Swan carriage. I look forward to catching up with you in the future." He stated with a grin as he gave a slight bow and headed to the carriage. As he stepped inside and sat down next to the two princes, as to avoid touching the princess after the prior awkward incident. He didn't want to shame himself over blushing over something minor and accidental that could occur, and it was better to not put oneself in a compromising position when one didn't have to. "It is a pleasure to meet you all, and I look forward to our time together." He stated with a cheery expression. "If I may ask a favor, would you mind informing me of customs that I am unfamiliar with? I do not wish to be improper when addressing you or speaking with you. In the meantime please excuse my ignorance."
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