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r (keoughr) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Truth be told, Giselle wasn't actually a princess. At least, not yet. But she practically was one and that was why she acted the way she did. Every time she got close to even the idea of marrying a prince, she ended up in some other strange world. It was really rather annoying. And if she thought about it anymore, she'd likely cry. Wide blue eyes regarded the princess next to her, for Giselle could spot royalty from a mile away and knew what she was immediately, regardless of the sword at her belt.

"Oh, but look at all the new people there are to meet and it looks like such an interesting place." She looked around her at all the tents and the gauzy fabric. It reminded her somewhat of her home in Andalasia, but it was still very different. Giselle took a step back as the princess squared her shoulders and announced that she had work to do. Giselle wasn't about to stop her, but she wondered what sort of work could be done when one had only just arrived.

Tucking a stray lock of ginger hair behind her ear she watched the strange princess remove a crystal from her pouch and then crouch in front of it where she layed it on the grass. Perhaps this princess was a bit addled in the brain because the muttering, cursing and glaring certainly couldn't be construed as normal. Even in all the worlds Giselle had found herself in. With a confused expression on her face Giselle offered her hand to the girl. "I'm Giselle. I don't suppose you're alright by the looks of things. If there's anything I can do, just ask." She gave her another bright smile and looked hopeful.