Cimorene, the Dragon's Princess (![]() ![]() @ 2009-03-03 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | cimorene, complete, day one, yaten kou |
This land was an unusual one, and yet, the way it appeared at first glance reminded Cimorene of her home in Linderwall. It had been years since she'd visited the castle where she'd grown up, and yet, every carved pillar, every piece of fabric, reminded her of her former home. Not that that had given her much hope, as familiar surroundings could only do so much. She'd found her quarters easily enough, and though they left something to be desired, they would do until she got out of this place. There was no thought of adapting or succumbing to her fate, no. She was going home. It was only a matter of time.
Unfortunately, every spell in her admittedly limited arsenal was useless. Either the magic didn't work her, or it wouldn't penetrate whatever the hold was on this place to reach the Enchanted Forest and her friends. She wished, not for the first time, that Morwen were here. The witch always had an idea, and even if she didn't, she was a highly practical person would could make lemonade out of the most rotten lemons. Lost and frustrated, Cimorene left her crown behind, not needing the extra attention, and then made her way down to the stables. Perhaps she'd go for a ride, though she certainly wasn't attired properly, but mostly, she was looking for a place to be alone, to achieve a bit of centering that she needed, so that she could think of a way to get herself out of this mess.
Her fingers brushed along the mane of a handsome chestnut stallion, and her normally clipped voice was soft and comforting to the beast, who seemed a bit rattled, not at her presence, but at something else. Cimorene wondered if he had been ripped from his home just as she had. "Something will happen," she cooed, and the horse nuzzled her jaw, making her smile, just as she heard a step behind her, and whirled around, her hand ripping her sword from the scabbard and her eyes flashing in collected panic.