always on the run (open)
Apr 12, 2010 23:07:00 GMT -5
Post by pigeilgi on Apr 12, 2010 23:07:00 GMT -5
Eilonwy had enjoyed the Magic Kingdom more than any of the other kingdoms in this strange new land that she had found herself in. More specifically, she enjoyed Adventureland. Or at least she assumed she would. Eilonwy had always rejected the life of a princess. It was far too soft for her. The beds were too soft, as were the pillows. The dresses of a princess, though elegant, were uncomfortable and did not allow for much movement. This of course vexed the princess, as she was a rather active child, forever playing in the woods or climbing up a tree (or down the castle walls, for it baffled her as to why she was expected to stay confined within walls of the castle). And of course, it occurred to her on numerous nights, that if she could not move, how was she to fight? Swinging around a sword in such a cumbersome dress was not at all a good idea. Although there were many places to hide such a weapon. However, that did not make up for it. Sewing and the pointless hen sessions were a fright in there own, and something Eilonwy wanted no part in, as were the nightly hair washings. Sleeping on a soggy pillow was not at all pleasureable. In fact, the princess oft felt as if her own pillow was trying to drown her. It was for this reason that she favored sleeping on the ground. Rocks and roots and dirt were far for comforting than all the blankets in the world. However, she got this comfort very rarely. Only when off fighting off the villains that Prydaiin threw at her and her companions was she allowed to do so. And even then rarely, as a good-nights sleep seemed to be far and few between. But in a world where for a while almost never happened, a land devoted in it's entirety to adventure seemed to be the place for Eilonwy.
However, the girl had never been fully able to explore the land, for every time she had the pleasure to be in the land, she was running. And this time was no exception. Yet again, her bauble had thought it a good idea to run off and chase something. It seemed it was always doing that. Many times it seemed it had a mind of it's own. It was proven time and time again too. And chasing after the thing was so bothersome, for the princess had to constantly stop for air. One would think that a girl who could talk as much as she, would not need to stop for breath. One would not think that a girl who managed to keep up along side a horse for a good deal of time would need to gasp for air. However this was not the case. Eilonwy was indeed human, and like most humans, she had a hard time running when not used to such rigorous exercise. Of course Eilonwy was indeed used to such. At least she had been. Since finding herself here, she had not been working like she had on Caer Dallben, nor had she climbed many trees to smell that first apple blossom. She simply had not had time for sword-play (the fact that no one seemed to know the art helped not), and it felt like ages since she had ran like this. Exercise such as this had become a foreign subject to her. Yet she still managed to do it. A glimmer of pride flickered through her and she picked up her pace.
Moments later, though hours it did seem, she had finally caught up with the magical sphere. However, it seemed to have found a friend of it's own. The girl wrapped her slender fingers around her family's heirloom. The thing, known by some as the Golden Pelydryn, had been passed on from mother to daughter and from that daughter to her daughter and so and on an such forth. She hoped to one day to do the same. But that day was far off. At this day and age, she was more concerned with keeping track of it, as it was the only article she had that had ever belonged to her mother, or any of her ancestors. And such things were important to her. One's heritage was something that they should be proud of, and Eilonwy was just that. However, the pride the princess had in her heritage is yet another tale for yet another day. As she griped the orb, she set her blue eyes on a small creature of sorts. She was not sure what it was, as Eilonwy was not at all trained in being able to tell a squirrel from a chipmunk or a mouse from a rat. Her training included being able to tell which mushrooms were safe to eat and which were not. Her training included learning how to open a lock without a key or how to make a silvery spiders web emerge from the shaft of an arrow. At any rate, the princess lowered her body closer to the ground, so that she would be able to get a closer look at the animal and started to speak. To any passer-by, it would have seemed odd. A young girl talking to animals? Who would have thought. However, those who had not been here for a while were not aware of the fact that some of the creatures here were able to speak in a language understandable by humans. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Perhaps in this new world, all humans were able to speak the language of animals. For some time Eilonwy had that ability. She had found it handy in a couple of situations. Again a story for another day.
Anyway, she had bent down to get a closer view of the creatures. As she did so, she spoke, her voice soft and melodic. "Why hullo there. I do hope my bauble did not scare you. I assure you, I had no part in that. My bauble simply has a mind of it's own it seems." she said.