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Posted on October 13, 2013 at 00:02:50 AM by gaiane


A ball. Was there anything more romantic than a party filled with good food, laughter, dancing and a prince coming of age? Probably not. After all, that was the basic plotline of Cinderella, right? Only in Gaiane’s case she was invited and her mother was not, rather than the other way around. Still, Gaiane had picked up more than the basic history and language and magic from her mother’s lessons about Shaman and the other worlds, and in her short time on earth, she had come across the story of the underdog princess. Taking a cue from Disney, and against the advice of her familiar, the girl decided that glass shoes were the perfect attire for a prince’s majority birthday ball.

Gaiane didn’t have her heart set on Prince Tristan though they were closer in age than she and her intended dance partner were. Still Mordred counted as a prince, didn’t he? Dashing and charming and handsome and chivalrous were all qualities the king’s brother had and things that Gaiane admired in him. Since the pantheon explosion, Gaiane had begun to stay within the confines of the castle though she hadn’t explored much of it. If she had, she might have been able to find her way to the ball without getting lost in the neverending labyrinth of halls and corridors that made the castle a castle. Honestly, if anyone did decide to invade, they’d never find their way through the building anyway.

Lost as she was, Gaiane had begun to worry she would never get to dance with her crush. Besides that, wandering for even 30 minutes in the glass heels had begun to rub blisters into her feet as Pallas laughed and “I told you so”-ed behind her. However, that pride that the feathered dragon held in just high regard was stepped on when Gaiane heard a small voice and told her familiar to hush. Not one to just take an order, Pallas proceeded to bombard the girl’s mind with nonsense as the fairy tried to find whoever was nearby in hopes they could help her find the ballroom.

A second, male voice, though still unfamiliar, joined the first and sounded much more certain of his bearings and Gaiane hurried to open the large wooden door that separated herself from the occupied hallway.

The door was too small for Pallas to fit comfortably through so she too stuck her head and neck into the lit hall and grumped. “Why do all you fairies insist on making your boxes too small for anyone else?”

Gaiane shot the dragon an annoyed look and then turned her gaze back to the man and girl she’d just interrupted. Suddenly feeling a bit bashful, she ran her fingers through the white down of her familiar’s neck before finding her words. “Might I tag along?” The white dragon snorted, though whether it was disdain at being stuck or agreement with her fairy’s request was difficult to determine. But Gaiane continued to watch the man with the plan and to stroke her familiar.

fractal by Silvia Cordedda on dA


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