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Posted on March 24, 2013 at 01:32:33 PM by Gaiane & Pallas



It was apparent from the first fast steps Gaiane took into the castle how very different it was from the Pantheon. The dark gray, rough stones along the walls that kept so much sunlight out were a stark contrast to marble columns and courtyards that let the wind blow through the chambers. What small areas in the walls there were to let in the daylight were darkened by the storm and now let in the howling winds and stinging rain. These draughts coupled with the soaking the girl had gotten on her way into the castle chilled her to the bone and she shivered as she ran through the halls.

She was well aware of the looks she was getting from the courtiers. She had not spent time here in the castle of King Arthur, so she was unfamiliar. Not only that, she was hardly in suitable attire for any sort of appearance with royalty. Not that Gaiane particularly cared much about the whispers that would run rampant. It was not her fault the storm had come up and broken overhead. One look from the white beast following the fairy down the hall shut the crowds up though. Gaiane wondered if they’d ever seen a dragon before.

Around the maze of unfamiliar corridors Gaiane went, until she found herself in one with no light from the torches on the wall. It made her slow down, unsure of her steps, but she continued, turning down the first corner she could find in search of light when something big and mostly hard hit her, and down she fell.

She heard his voice apologizing before she was in a position to look at him, though in the dim light, it was hard to make out any sort of features to either his body or his face. As his hand touched her arm and drew away, Gaiane brushed her fingers lightly over the spot, wondering if there was something there that had caused him to flinch away from her. She couldn’t think of any other reason why the boy man person wouldn’t want to touch her, but nothing caught her attention. The girl used her familiar as a bit of a leaning post to stand herself up again and shifted her weight around, feeling for any injuries. Finding one but a few scrapes or bruises that could be attributed to just about anything, Gaiane turned her own eyes to the older fairy before her as he commented on the state of her clothes.

She was not only soaked but covered in mud on the backside; mud that likely had tainted the floor of the royal castle and her prissy dragon, who did nothing but complain about how indecent she looked in such a state and place, but Gaiane had been writing her off and instead nodded at the man. “Yes, I didn’t think there were supposed to be storms today.” She smiled and blushed slightly at having to admit that, though in truth she hadn’t actually bothered to determine what the weather was meant to look like in shaman for the day.

Pallas forced herself forward at the mention of a fire to lie near and warm and dry her feathers, and took a rather demanding tone. “Yes, we need a fire and warm clothes for her and food. And then you can… how did you put it? Exchange pleasantries?” The force of the dragon knocked Gaiane back over, though she managed to catch herself against the wall before she hit the ground again and snorted slightly at the dragon stealing away the first conversation she’d gotten to have on her own outside the boring scribes and guards of the Pantheon. Well, all adventures had their downsides.
fractal by Silvia Cordedda on dA



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