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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 8:27:29 GMT -5
OOC: see the note for Day of the Rose? Yeah, same thing. This year's, only I don't know when it falls ^^; so ::slips it into history::
Christine was the very picture of calm on the outside while her insides swirled with anxiety and other assorted emotions - none of which included happiness or joy. She hated the Day of the Royals with a passion. Really, she did. It was a stupid holiday in her opinion. Day to celebrate, what, the fact that some people had been born most likely by accident into a royal family? Cue Captain Cynical.
She was seated with her parents and silently wishing she was with her team. Her mother insisted that she sat with them and to maintain the aura of proper princess for most of the day. So, there she was, sitting perfectly still and perfectly bored out of mind.
Her gaze drifted to see where her team and her friends were. There were some days when she wished she was a telepath and not a seer so she could contact her friends, but if wishes were horses then beggers would ride, at least according to that cute little Earther phrase.
She saw her mother rise slowly and she followed suit, only because she was expected to. She followed her mother as she walked over to greet...
Oh...
Hell...
Christine dipped into a polite curtsy. "Hello, your majesties," she said in a soft quiet voice, mentally wincing at her having to play nice for Sky's parents.
OOC: open tag
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Post by Sky on Jun 29, 2006 12:41:36 GMT -5
 Aldrich bowed politely in return before he turned to Riannon, who was draped regally on his arm, and said, "I would like to go find that son of ours, darling, before the dragon wrangling competition begins." Winking, he added, "I want to make sure Sky knows that he needs to make me proud today and win. I'm sure he'll do fine without me sticking my nose in where it probably doesn't belong, but every son enjoys having his father wish him well, eh?"  Giving her husband a chaste peck on the cheek, she replied, "Very well, but do not stay away too long; I don't want you breaking Sky's concentration, hmm?" As Aldrich excused himself, Riannon then turned back to Christine as she asked more because of propriety than actual interest, "And how are you on this fine day, Lady Strongheart?" |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 12:45:38 GMT -5
"I am well, thank you, your majesty, for asking," she said softly. She kept her gaze trained on the ground, as the queen outranked her. She wouldn't be of equal rank until she finished at Red Fountain and had returned home to be crowned as ruler of her father's realm.
Melisande nodded her greeting to Riannon. The other woman still caused Melisande no end of grief - if only because of how she treated her child.
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Post by Sky on Jun 29, 2006 13:06:53 GMT -5
Riannon smiled thinly as replied automatically, a result born out of years of dealing with members of the nobility at various functions, "It is a shame then that we do not have drinks with which we could toast to your health. I suppose I shall have to settle by telling you that it pleases me to hear that you are well." Inwardly, however, Riannon was eying Christine and her mother critically. It was blatantly clear to her that the girl's mother disliked her, which she brushed aside as insignificant. Melisande could think whatever she wanted; it was of no concern to her. But as for Christine, Riannon was more worried about her. Although Sky had never specifically mentioned that he was harboring any feelings for the girl, Riannon suspected that something was going on between the two of them - or in the very least, something would happen between them in the future. It made her wary because she knew that Sky was impressionable; this girl could easily convince him that he loved her and then what? His future would be ruined. The plan would be ruined. She simply couldn't let that happen. It would have to be her personal goal from that moment on to ensure that Sky kept his distance from Christine. It wasn't so much that the girl was a terrible person so much as it was that there was no place for her in Sky's future beyond a brief fling. It would be a waste of both of their time to dwell on something that could never be; Sky was a prince. That meant he was someone. That meant his future was bright. He was intelligent and he had the potential to be a great king - if he had the right woman as his queen. He would need someone who would be content to work hard behind the scenes, but also to be the perfect trophy wife under the public eye. Somehow, she just didn't see that kind of woman in Christine. From what little Sky had said about her, her personality was too spirited, not to mention her rather . . . interesting choice of hobbies. No, Riannon decided, Christine was not the one for Sky. Now, she only had to make sure Sky realized that whenever he and that Bloom finally called it quits. |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 13:10:16 GMT -5
If she was bold and didn't care about what others thought, Christine would have responded in a snide tone that the queen didn't give a flying rat's ass about anyone but herself. But that wasn't polite so she kept her mouth shut. Something Sky would have found a shock.
She dipped into a small curtsy. "If my lady and your majesty excuse me, I'm going to go see if I can find something resembling a glass of water. It's rather warm here..."
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Post by Sky on Jun 29, 2006 16:17:39 GMT -5
Riannon nodded as she replied coolly, "Of course." Without paying further attention to Christine, Riannon took her seat, smoothed her deep jade green and gold gown around her and then focused her gaze on the arena where the dragon wrangling match was set to begin shortly. With a smile, Riannon pulled out the schedule of matches that the usher had given her when she had first arrived; according to the sheet, Sky was scheduled to start in the second match, which meant, Riannon sighed, it would be a while yet before she could watch her son's education here at Red Fountain being put into action. It was just as well, however, because the prolonged wait could only add to her personal satisfaction in seeing her son out in the arena as a strong, confident young man. And though she did not show her excitement on the outside, as it was not exactly proper for a queen to sit on the edge of her seat or bite her lips in anticipation, Riannon could not help enjoying getting sucked into the atmosphere of the day. The sky was clear, the sun was out, and her son was going to make her proud; contentedly, she wondered what could possibly be better than that. |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 16:21:46 GMT -5
Christine made her way down to another exit and stood near the table where the drinks were. She was half tempted to sneak into the dragon wrangling event but she remembered her promise to her mother.
She'd just have to content herself to watch. Even if she wanted to take part.
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Post by Stella on Jun 29, 2006 17:57:27 GMT -5
Draped in an ice blue silk gown, Stella held her head high as she entered the stadium, every so often giving a deep nod, since it wasn't practical to curtsy when one was walking, to the other passing royals. Beside her was her mother, the beautiful Queen Luna of Solaria, who had also opted to wear blue, although of a darker shade. As they walked together, Stella was fully aware of the attention they attracted - and not really the most pleasant kind. Ever since her parents had first publicly announced their separation, Solaria had become an easy target for tabloids. And now that their divorce had been finalized and a strange joint-ruling of the realm had been arranged between her parents, things in the tabloids had only gotten worse. At least when her parents were just separated there was the possibility for reconciliation, for things to go back to normal, but now . . . now Solaria and her parents were just the hottest subject to discuss and poke fun at.
With a sigh, Stella knew that things would blow over eventually. People would get used to the strange idea of an estranged king and a queen sharing equal powers over the same realm and then they would move on and find something else to gossip about. And then it would be back to heads turning at her mother and her just because they were two attractive women who happened to look more like two sisters than mother and daughter. God, she was looking forward to that day.
As she continued walking, Stella pulled out her fan and began to gently wave it back and forth near her face. It was a gorgeous day, but unfortunately, it was also a sweltering one. Closing her fan, Stella lightly touched her mother's arm and then whispered, "I'm going to need more than just my fan to cool me down today; may I please go find the refreshment table?" As her mother nodded her assent, Stella turned and began to walk back toward the exit where she was certain she had seen a table set up for just that purpose. Some minutes later, Stella breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that she had been right. Getting herself a glass of ice cold water, Stella glanced back in the direction that she had come from. She should go back and catch up with her mother . . . but she didn't want to. Truth be told, despite the act she put on in public, she hadn't fully forgiven her mother for filing for divorce from her father, even though it had happened almost a year ago. Stubbornly, she refused to believe that her kind father could possibly have done anything to deserve being served with divorce papers and so the only logical conclusion was that her mother was just out to destroy their lives. Not that anyone outside the family needed to know that.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 21:33:44 GMT -5
Christine watched the other princess through half closed eyes. She gave a simple nod of the head in greeting, only because her hands were currently occupied. She shifted her attention away from the other princess and back to the arena, all the while cursing out her mother mentally for refusing to see that she wasn't a girl like, like... Ah, yes, the perfect fashionable Princess Stella of Solaria - which now, that she thought about it, was the girl she just greeted with a nod.
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Post by Stella on Jun 29, 2006 22:00:25 GMT -5
Seeing the brunette standing a few feet away who had just inclined her head in her direction, Stella returned the gesture as she mentally tried to place a name with the girl's face. Giving her another quick look, Stella nodded to herself as she finally recognized her as that friend of Brandon's - the one who had disguised herself as a boy to get into Red Fountain. Shaking her head, Stella wondered why and how any girl could possibly put herself through something like that. Talk about improper. Not that it was any of her business, of course. It wasn't as if she knew the girl's story and if there was one lesson she had learned from her parent's divorce it was that gossip was a terrible, terrible thing. So this was her sticking her nose back into her own business and out of that other girl's.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jun 29, 2006 22:03:50 GMT -5
Christine brushed the ground with her hand, adjusted her dress and sat down. She didn't feel like returning to the booth, not wanting to deal with either her or Sky's mother. Both women were currently on the "You're on my last good nerve" list.
She let out a quiet exhalation and watched the dragon wrangling, trying to spot Sky.
She silently wished, and she knew it was a mean-spirited wish, that Gorbash would show up, cause chaos and confusion, which meant she would be able to wrangle - since he only really listened to her.
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Post by Sky on Jun 29, 2006 22:19:31 GMT -5
Sitting in the shade just outside of the arena, Sky watched the ongoing match, knowing that he was up next. He wasn't that worried though; he had been working with these dragons for a good while now and he was absolutely confident in his abilities. As he moved his gaze up into the stands, Sky squinted his eyes as he tried to make out where his parents would be sitting. His father, who had paid him a visit just a few minutes ago, had said to look for the boxed seats toward the center . . . ah, there they were. Well, at least he thought that was them; it was pretty hard to tell from the distance, but he thought he had spotted his mother's deep red hair, which was such an unusual shade that made her virtually impossible to mistake someone else for. As he began to think about his mother, Sky smiled faintly and leaned his head against the hard stone wall as he thought back to all the times she had said she was proud of him - none. As strange as that may have seemed to other people, it had ceased to bother him for the most part because he had finally begun to accept that his mother was one of those people who showed rather than told. By being here today she was showing that she supported him, and that made him inexplicably happy for some reason.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 3, 2006 22:41:40 GMT -5
Christine decided to walk down to the arena and watch from there, that way she could see her team better and cheer them on. She quickly gathered up the lower part of her gown and walked at a quick clip - nearly running. She stopped just outside the arena and watched. She was quite eager to see how Sky did.
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Post by Sky on Jul 3, 2006 22:56:54 GMT -5
 As the first match drew to a close, Riannon politely applauded for the winner, but her eyes were trained on a small figure on the edge of the arena. Sky was up next. Quickly glancing down at her program, she saw that Sky was matched against someone named Riven. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't seem to place it . . . ah, yes. Sky had mentioned this particular student several times and though he had always referred to the other boy in respectful terms, she could sense that they were far from friends. However, according to Sky, Riven was a skilled dragon wrangler meaning that this could get quite interesting. Still, she had confidence that Sky was better and would pull through as the winner. He had to because, after all, he was her own flesh and blood and her family had never spawned anything but fighters. As Sky stepped out into the arena, Riannon straightened in her seat as she leaned almost imperceptibly forward. This was it. |
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Jul 10, 2006 6:31:28 GMT -5
Christine was at the edge of her "seat" as well. It was more of a stoop then a seat - but beggers couldn't be choosers. Besides, this gave hre a better view of the arena. She only hoped that Sky would do the best he could and make their team proud. Her eyes darted over to a small figure approaching, a dog with light gray fur and two blond streaks by his face. "Hello.... Father," she whispered. edit: www.onlyshojo.com/Immagini/ladylovely/lovelydvd109.JPG |
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