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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:33 pm
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Gabby carefully dusted the delicate figureines that resided on the shelves in the queen's summer palace rooms. She admired the pale beauty of a particular shepherdess before placing her back into place. The bedroom of the Queen was very rich in delicate and exotic items, and when Gabby was smaller she would pretend to be a princess from far, far away, come to visit the queen and her family. Of course, she knew better now. Now she only allowed herself a moment to admire, and then it was back to work. An entire palace didn't clean itself, and if she wanted to finish the washing tonight so that she wouldn't have to in the morning, she would have to get to work. To help pass the time, she sang an old folk song under her breath. "If only, if only, the woodpecker sighed, the bark of this tree were as soft the skies. And if that were so, then never again, would I leave this dear nest of mine." It was an old song from the people of her father, sung to children to help them go to sleep. A lullaby. "For I could sleep, sleep ever so sweetly, snuggled up in my sky bark. But, the woodpecker sighed, the bark of this tree is not as soft as the sky, and so I will again leave this dear nest of mine in the morning." As Gabby finished dusting the little ornaments, she stepped back away from the shelf and twirled a couple times to signal a job well done. Now it was time to go do the washing. Just like the woodpecker in the song, she sighed. "If only, if only, the cleaning maid sighed, the soap for the wash were as sweet as the blossoms. And if that were so, then never again would I cease washing the underthings of the Queen." she sang, playing with the words and giggling as she sang of the Queen's underthings. If her mother heard her, she'd be in for a strict reprimand from a willow switch! Gabby bent down to lift up the basket of things to be washed, and headed down the servant's stairs to the terrace garden that had a short path that led to the forest. There was a large tub of washing water and lines were hung up in the moonlight, ready to hold things up to dry. Setting down the large basket next to several others, she surveyed the scene and sighed again. So much for finishing before morning. It would be noon before all this was ready to be folded and put away. "If only, if only, the cleaning maid sighed, the washing were not so large. And if that were so, then never again would I spend my entire night washing the underthings of the Queen!" This time, Gabby sang loudly and freely, sure that the rest of the palace household, including the Raoyal Family, was deep asleep and would not notice one singing maid.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 4:25 pm
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Alex woke up, looking around briefly before sighing in relief. Empty, spacious and clean. Just how she liked it. She'd had yet another nightmare about the people revolted again, overtaking the manor, and slaughtering the family, reaching her last. Hopping out of bed, she then decided to wake up her brother, knocking on his door. Not hearing a response, she knocked again. Worried about his safety, she opened the door, and gasped in shock at what she saw: her brother Max had escaped, AGAIN! Deciding to take her usual action, she dashed back to her room and changed out of her nightgown, putting on her armor, before finally leaving a note under her sheets. After all this was done, she climbed down the vines growing outside his window, and began to follow the prints left by his horse.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 3:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:52 pm
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Quiet. That is what Odestae wanted. Peace and quiet. She allowed the noise to go for a moment, listening closely to the sounds of the house. It was time to be in bed, but she knew people were awake. And so she peaked out of her room, and then locked her door quickly. The girl crawled out of her window, sliding down. She could hunt with only sound, she didn't really need to see. She stuck close to the wall, scarcely covered in her hunting gear. The princess wasn't really afraid of being caught or being seen, nor was she particularly perturbed by the sounds of voices further ahead and then farther off. She took these things in stride, and simply continued on to her hunting spot, bow and arrows kept tight to her body; bow in hand, arrows in the thin quiver on her back.
( If you'd like, I could pretty up my post. Otherwise, I think I'll stick to this :3 )
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:59 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 7:30 pm
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