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[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

After a few minutes, walking across the jagged ice on the top of the roof wasn't nearly the picnic Kiriana had hoped for. She'd walked across ice before but this was jagged and sharp and her feet were already raw from the slide down. By the time she was able to swing herself into a balcony and then back inside the castle, red footprints were traces of where she'd been on the white roof. Looking around her, Kiriana took in the startled faces of the maids around her, obviously they'd been in the midst of cleaning the room, luckily for her that meant the fire was on in the fire place. Without speaking to the maids, she headed straight for it with only a slight limp, she grabbed a chair and sat down nodding at the fire "Could one of you heat up a washbowl of water from the fire?" she asked and was instantly obeyed. Within minutes her aching feet had been placed into the large basin with steaming water. A small sigh escaped her lips as she could feel the biting cold retreat and the jagged ice melt from the many scratches they'd made along the bottom of her feet. After a few moments she asked for some bandages and warmer clothes.

When the items were brought she dismissed the maids, she didn't need them anymore. All she was going to do was bandage her feet, slip into the new clothes and.... And what? What was she going to do after that? She had no idea, she didn't want to go back to the room in case Constantine was there but she had no where else to go. She also had a strong feeling that she was forgetting something. Thinking about this odd premonition as she gently wrapped her feet Kiriana was able to find a little bit of quiet in her own mind. Meanwhile, back at the room, a small knock sounded from the door.

[Lollilox]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxtristan alexander swift-----------
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour secret's safe, no one has to know i'm your getaway

Tracking his eyes to the closet that Bianca had gone to as she commented about having to carry her through the snow, Tristan smirked. He knew he would, in fact, carry her through the snow if she asked; however, there was no chance he would have done it just to be gentlemanly. His reach went as far as opening doors and pushing in chairs, and saying please and thank-you. In his mind, she had legs for a reason, though, if she wanted him to, perhaps he would have. He smirked at this, letting it go as he watched her disappear behind the bathroom door, her selection in hand as she moved onto the new subject of the tea he had mentioned.

Nodding to himself, Tristan agreed it would have to cool before she, or even he, would be able to drink their morning pick-me-ups. "You're right. If you drank it and it burned your tongue and rendered you unable to speak, how terribly put out I'd be of hearing your delightful voice.." Chuckling a little, Tristan sat back in his chair, staring at the door as if he were staring Bianca right in the face. A few minutes passed before she had actually exited, and his ears twitched impatiently as he waited; the elf idly stirring his coffee from time-to-time, blowing on it in an attempt to get it cool sooner so he could sip on the delicious smelling coffee.

Once he had heard the door click open, Tristan smiled and flicked his oval-shaped crimson eyes over at the girl who had just emerged from the bathroom, looking quite suited for the date of sorts, giving her a smile to let her know he approved. "You look lovely."
He smiled at the sight of her, even as she stooped over to pick up the brush that she had dropped earlier that night, courtesy of the kiss he had given her, that she had returned so voraciously. Tristan sighed. It was a longing sort of sigh that one would get, looking at a long lost lover - heavy and robust with a hidden sort of melancholy and wonder to it, making the subject seem dazed and smitten with their object of affection, wondering how they had ever managed to find someone so perfect after so long.
However, that didn't last long as the brush was tugged through her pink locks quickly and the pink-haired princess made her way to the table, picking the china cup up in her dainty fingers, raising it to her lips.

Suddenly, the elf found himself nervous, a slight tingle rumbling around in his stomach as he awaited the verdict. As he heard the words come out of her mouth and heard the gleeful tone in her voice, Tristan let his previously held breath out in a soft exhale before he reached for his cup. However, he shook his head slowly, as not to jar the coffee out of the cup that he held up to his lips, giving a blow on it before taking a sip and lowering the simple china back down to his mid-chest level. "It's nothing, really."
And he was being honest. Tristan flicked his eyes up at Bianca, giving her a gentle smile, not at all interested in his coffee any longer. "I just have a good memory, that's all." He chuckled a bit, shrugging his shoulders momentarily. "Would you thank someone for having long fingers for being able to play the piano well?" Nodding to himself, Tristan smiled again at her, secretly touched it made her happy that he had remembered such a trivial thing about her.

Looking over at the window, Tristan brought the cup to his lips again, sipping at the coffee, making sure it was truly cooled off enough for him to drink a bit more. The snow drifted elegantly past the pane, reminding him a lot of winter as a child, watching his mother as she got ready for the Royal Yule Ball; she'd powder her face with an extravagant, plush, pink puff, the white powder clinging to the fibers of the powderpuff until she touched it against her milky flesh, most of the powder sticking onto her face, leaving the rest of the particles to fall onto the cold marble of the floor.
Tristan sighed. Soon after a few yuletides, the growing elf prince was no longer allowed to watch, especially as Kiriana was added to the family.

A sort of sad smile replaced his face before he wiped it off, reminding himself to return to those thoughts later on while he was alone. The elven prince turned his head back to Bianca, taking a final draught of his coffee before he set the cup down and smiled fully at her. "Well, are you ready to leave now? The carriage should be out front.."

[Acid Allure]

→ßιαиcα Abяιεℓℓε Cαяяιиgτσи←

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» I don't ever wanna love another... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» You'll always be my thunder... «

→Slowly sipping on her tea, Bianca was thankful for such a peaceful time. The last few days had been nothing but pure chaos... between the rescuing of Alura, and all the confrontations between herself and the elven prince sitting across from her, any moment of peace had been graciously welcomed by the princess. All the up and down of emotions, the back and forth bickering, and the fact that Bianca hadn't slept properly since she'd arrived at the castle had gotten to her more than she could have ever imagined. As such, she was very much appreciative of the lovely sleep she'd been allowed in Tristan's arms that previous night, and waking up to such a calm kind of atmosphere, the snow beautifully drifting outside, and now with her prince the way she was meant to be. For the first time since she'd arrived at that place, Bianca was at ease. As she enjoyed the simple luxury of having a perfectly made cup of tea, the princess listened, glancing back to the elf, as he shrugged off the thought of her being thankful for him having a good memory. "Hm.." A rather pensive and thoughtful looking expression took grasp of the girl's face as she thought over his words, shaking her head slowly, before giving him a warm smile. Coming to her conclusion, Bianca spoke softly, her jade eyes gazing kindly over to the elf's crimson set. "If that person used those fingers to play a beautiful piece, solely to make me happy, then of course I would" she mused to him. Good memory or not, he'd thought of something she liked, and had it brought for her, thus using the fact for her benefit... and that, if nothing else, was enough to thanked for.

Pulling her eyes from the elf, Bianca looked down into her cup, now only half full, for a moment before bringing it to her lips again. As she took a long drink from it, Bianca watched as Tristan set his own down and stood. Letting her own down from her lips, Bianca smiled up to the prince as he asked if she was ready. Another wave of excitement washed over the girl... they were finally going to be on their way, and she was positively thrilled. Setting her own cup down, Bianca stood and shook her head. "One minute," she said, before retreating over to the closet once more, pulling a little bag from it and a few other little items, that would be found to be a pair of gloves and a simple cotton hat that matched her coat. Quickly pushing the items into the bag, Bianca made her way to the bed, picking up her brush and throwing it inside the matching tote as well before closing it. Hey, she was a girl after all; and she figured she didn't know where they were going, and it was cold outside and snowing... she'd probably need all of those things at one point in time. Happily slipping the straps of the tote over her shoulder, Bianca walked back to the prince, a little bounce in her step as she moved to his side. Once she reached him, the girl reached out and took his hand, smiling at him brightly. "Now I'm ready."

» ...So bring on the rain... «
»And bring onxxxxxxxx the thunder.«

[Zyphrenda]

Verena Latchford

When the song was done she found a small couch and sat down on it with a thoughtful sigh. She opened her eyes and instead of her memory she looked into an empty dark room. She frowned then laid down on the sofa so her eyes looked up into the ceiling. Once the ceiling grew dull she curled up into a ball as her eyes started to slowly shut. She didn’t have any dreams, or nightmares just the usually emptiness without anything but endless black.

A stream of light stabbed at her eyes making them snap open. A maid entered, seeing her and she started to apologize while backing up slowly to exit the room. “Its fine just tell me where the weapon room is,”she said getting up off the soft chair.

“I would be honored to show you princess,” she said with a curtsy. She scurried out of the room and Verena was right behind her without ever loosing sight of the maid. They made a few turns down different hallways, she looked at every wall and painting making mental notes how to get around the castle. They soon stood in front of small wooden door; the maid opened it, gave another curtsy and walked away without saying a word. Verena walked inside and looked around she was very pleased with what the room had to offer. It wasn’t as big as her weapons room at home for her family was known largely for there weaponry. This weapon room was respectable and it satisfied her needs. She walked around the room sometimes grazing her fingers across the metal of each weapon till she got to one that caught, and held her attention. They were two beautifully made knifes that were meant to fight side by side. She grabbed them off the wall and swung them around with a few of her routines enjoying the feel of how the knives would cut through the air, and how they both were perfectly balanced with each other.

Verena started to practice with them as if she was fighting black shadows of people. Her hair would fall in her face constantly but she wouldn’t mind she could fight blindfolded. It was all thanks to years of training and harsh treatment that gave her perfect grace with swords. As the knives twirled around her it would give the appearance of just shinning lines flying around her like ribbons. She could hear servants walk by the room and watch for a little with excited whispers to one another then they would move on before they would get caught by there higher ups. Verena could feel a grin on her face the whole time, training was always so relaxing.

[Lollilox]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxtristan alexander swift-----------
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour secret's safe, no one has to know i'm your getaway

Tristan smirked at her reasoning, watching the little crease in her nose as she thought, attempting to get a bit of sense out of the hypothetical situation he had thrown at her. Once she had it, Tristan had no choice but to agree with her. He had done something nice for her, and although however small it was, it seemed to make her happy, and she appreciated it, and Tristan was grateful for it.
"Suppose it's good that I never learned to play piano then, you'd have me writing you love songs every minute of the day.."He smiled brightly and idly pushed the teacup further onto the elegant cast gold and glass table. Tristan flicked his eyes over at Bianca as she lowered her cup as well, looking at it before she brought it back to her kissable lips, his mind itching at him to waltz right up to her and trap her in another passionate kiss - but there was a carriage waiting, after all, and they had to go on their date.

The elf shook his head to promptly rid himself of those thoughts, concentrating instead on what Bianca was absorbed with, at the moment; she had gone to the closet and picked out a small bag and a hat and mitts before tossing them in the tote, the notion of packing reminding him he almost would have forgotten something very vital to a date: money.
Leisurely walking toward the closet, Tristan found one of his personal belonging bags, rooting around in it until, eventually, the elf prince pulled out a beaten-looking deer hide wallet, shoving it promptly into his back right pocket.

Inside the wallet was probably more money than any one of the peasants made in 6 months, but each time Tristan went out, he made sure to have at least that amount, and always came back with an empty wallet.
Now, hardly anyone had ever been 'shopping' with the dear elf prince, but, truth be told, most of the times, Tristan had freely given away the money to people he saw fit, after buying everyone in the tavern a round on him, of course.
Often, he did this, and got away with it, because no one ever found out about it. Secretly, he had been hoping that one of the people he had met in the villages surrounding his castle could tell him something - anything - about Serafine, but each time, the search came up empty-handed.. and after a while, Tristan had considered giving the entire thing up, but something kept him going back to the villages, exploring new taverns and new faces along the way.
He found a little bit of solace in going to the villages and helping out the local folk, and even though he had long since stopped asking about Serafine, the townspeople kept his little secret safe, allowing it to become an almost weekly walkabout.

In this time of exploration and freedom, somewhat, Tristan had learned a great many things: various trades from journeymen he had met in the taverns, listening to slurred words of how to make wooden dowels the perfect shape, or how to properly seal a boat so that it wouldn't flood and capsize in case of an accidental leak or crack. He learned from the farmers how to rotate crops and harvest at the peak time when the evening sun felt like warm butter on your back, and he learned from the townswomen, even how to get stains out of clothing with baking soda and a little bit of elbow grease and other such things.
Needless to say, Tristan became fully prepared to take on a life as a peasant if it meant he was going to meet Serafine again and fall deeply and madly in love with her again, and finally make good on his promise he was going to marry her, even if it meant giving up his kingdom and living a simple life. With her, it was all going to be okay..

But, years passed and Tristan grew into the vicious cycle of using women, quickly building his reputation. Slowly, the visits to the towns decreased in numbers, eventually stopping all together. Another few years had passed and he had not only acquired not only a reputation for ravishing each woman that showed the slightest bit of weakness toward him, but one for being a strict and strategic leader as well.
Another few years passed, and there was still no trace of her.. and then, Tristan wound up engaged to a princess he had thought, hated his guts, all for the take of his people.

He blinked as his mind closed off the nostalgic thoughts, pulling them back again for another day when he had more time on his hands to think about them. He stood up straight, walking toward Bianca - secretly quite glad she didn't hate his guts, and would hopefully, marry him on her own accord.
He had found the missing piece of himself, and although he had been searching for it earlier, it had come to him, a match made by the fates who had finally cut him a break.

Tristan glanced over at her, his bright crimsons sparkling as she bounced towards him, taking his hand. "Let's go then, darling." Giving her another flawless grin as he gave her hand a soft squeeze, gently leading her out of the room, down the hall to the main foyer and out the heavy double entrance doors, gingerly helping his fiance into the waiting, warm carriage, despite the slight chill of the snow.
It fell softly as Tristan stood there, helping Bianca in and giving her a little balance before he clambered in after her, settling down into the cushioned seat beside her, a bit of pink popping up on his nose and cheeks. "Off we go.." and with those words, the carriage pulled into motion, leaving nothing but the half-hour ride between the two of them and his romantically planned date.

[Acid Allure]

→ßιαиcα Abяιεℓℓε Cαяяιиgτσи←

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» I don't ever wanna love another... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» You'll always be my thunder... «

→Bianca simply nodded as the elven prince started on the way, leading her promptly from the room toward their exit from the castle. The same, bright smile hung around on the princess' face the entire walk through the castle, her mind buzzing with nothing but happy thoughts for the day. Ideas popping up left and right, Bianca did her best to push them all away as quickly as they appeared, for sake of not wanting to over-analyze any of the situations, considering that she still had absolutely no clue what Tristan had planned. And as such, there was no point thinking over scenario after scenario, knowing good and well that more than likely, she'd be dead wrong anyway. No, she needed to just stop thinking about it, and enjoy the company of the prince beside her and take it all as it came... though she still couldn't help the little twist of her stomach in anticipation.
The girl stole a little glance at the elf as they reached the doors and he pulled it open for her to pass, a blast of the cold air hitting the girl's face as she looked out into the white wonderland they'd be heading off into. Making her way to the waiting carriage beside the prince, Bianca took in the beauty of the scene for a few seconds, relishing in the fresh smell of the snowy air. Next to the smell of a new rain, the smell of a snowy day had also always been one of Bianca's favorites.

As they finally reached the carriage, Bianca took in a last deep breath, inhaling the crisp scent of the snow, before climbing into it, assisted by the elven prince. She said a quick word of thanks as she seated herself, looking over to Tristan, who had just climbed in and was now making his own self comfortable next to her. As she watched him with a loving gaze, he spoke a few words, and with a slight jerk, Bianca felt the carriage being pulled into motion and a whole new burst of excited butterflies popped up in her tummy. Unable to stop smiling, she figured Tristan would probably think her crazy the way she sat there, just beaming as the horses pulled the ride along.

Looking around, Bianca found a neatly folded blanket placed next to her, and having taken note of the tiny chill that had nipped at the prince's face, she promptly pulled the thing into her hands and shook it out, letting the blanket unfold before looking back to Tristan, a now playful grin on her face. Steadying herself against the motion, Bianca clambered into the prince's lap, sitting herself gracefully across his legs, swiftly pulling the blanket with her, around her own back, wrapping her arms around his neck thus bringing the blanket cozily over his body as well. Giggling a little as she situated herself, Bianca looked up to Tristan, her eyes sparkling in amusement as they caught his. "You looked cold" she said, a little laugh coming as she made her excuse, shrugging as if it were nothing, "I thought I'd help.." Nodding in agreement with her own decision, Bianca pressed a sweet little kiss to Tristan's cheek, before laying her head gently on his shoulder, cuddling close to the elf, her arms still latched firmly around him as to keep her own balance and to keep the blanket over the pair of them.
This, in itself... just the simple carriage ride through the snow, cuddling with her beloved prince... was perfect. And she'd be happy to stay right there with him, for eternity should it be so seen fit, however, a brief while later, the princess- who had since closed her eyes, enjoying nothing more than the feeling of being close to her prince- felt the motion of the carriage slowing to a halt. Her eyes fluttered open once more, though she didn't move from her cozy little spot... and she wouldn't until the word was said that they were at their destination.

» ...So bring on the rain... «
»And bring onxxxxxxxx the thunder.«

[Lollilox]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxtristan alexander swift-----------
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour secret's safe, no one has to know i'm your getaway

Savoring the pure feeling that the snow gave him, Tristan had now comfortably settled himself into the carriage beside the pink-haired princess. Though, most times, when Tristan was in a carriage with the woman he had been escorting, or with a woman his parents had 'matched' with him, Tristan would have been content staring out the window; but, with Bianca, his eyes were drawn magnetically in to her beautiful face, his eyes running over her familiar features - her wide eyes, her narrow, cute nose, and of course, those seemingly even more magnetic lips.

Tristan sighed wistfully. She was so beautiful.. and although it was hard to swallow at first, she loved him, and he loved her back, just as much. In fact, he didn't think he could ever have loved any other more. Not even Serafine.
So, when Bianca found an excuse to be even closer, Tristan beamed at her, gladly obliging to wrapping his arms around her to keep her in place. Gladly, he accepted the warm feeling that came with Bianca placing her head on his shoulder, and although he knew the ride was going to be short, Tristan lavished in the moment. He said nothing, letting the sound of the gentle clapping hooves of the horses resound in his ears for the moment, until the carriage drew to a halt.

The prince looked down at her and smiled, noticing how very comfortable she looked, and although he hated to stir from his spot and make her move, the day was promising to be a good one. "We're here, Bianca." he mentioned to her quietly, sitting her up as the carriage door was opened, a blast of cold air coming into the warm carriage basket.
Getting out first, Tristan extended his hand to her, the slight breeze ruffling his auburn hair. "Come on." he smiled as he waited for her to take his hand. "Lots to see and do."

Once she had taken his hand and he had helped her out of the carriage basket, Tristan gestured his hand to the town that stood behind him.

Houses were covered in white, the smell of the fresh snow accenting the morning's scent of fresh bread and other baked goods, chimneys at work as they poured out lazy streams of grey. He truly treasured it, and although it wasn't fancy or anything, Tristan thought perhaps breakfast in one of the little cafes and perusing through the marketplace before settling into a room for the night, might just work as a date. At least, he hoped it would..

[Acid Allure]

→ßιαиcα Abяιεℓℓε Cαяяιиgτσи←

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» I don't ever wanna love another... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» You'll always be my thunder... «

→Still cozy in her spot, her body snuggled tight against the elf prince's, Bianca heard his beautiful voice sounding softly in her ears. She was so happy just sitting right there, it was almost heartbreaking to hear the words and feel herself being moved... and, for a split moment, the girl thought about flinging herself around Tristan and clinging to him like a child to a beloved teddy bear. Sighing, Bianca pushed the thought away; she was grown after all, and of course there was the day ahead that Tristan had planned. Remembering the fact that she had been the one to make him do this in the first place, Bianca watched as he stepped through the door of the carriage, and smiled kindly as he offered his hand. Grabbing her little tote, Bianca shrugged the blanket completely off her little frame, letting it fall to the floor of the carriage in a bunched heap, as she took the prince's hand and, with his help, stepped gracefully down from the carriage.

The crisp cold air hit Bianca, immediately chilling her a bit as her feet hit the snowy ground, but she didn't mind it. Taking in the wonderful smell once again, Bianca looked around as her body adapted to the change in temperature. Eyes wide in awe, Bianca stared at the sight of the town and how magnificent the snow made the little place look. It was like a painting, the grey smoke billowing up toward the sky from each building, deeply contrasting with the blanket of white that coated the rooftops... townspeople bustling around, women with children holding light, delicate umbrellas to shield the snow as they went about their business. "Beautiful" she said softly, taking in the sight. Sure, most people of their stature wouldn't think twice about a little village, and would find it anything but beautiful in any way. And sure, Bianca had been raised with some of the most beautiful scenery and luxuries known in all her land, but to her, this sort of thing was just as lovely. It looked so cozy and inviting, not uptight and foreboding like a palace and all it's rules and restrictions.

Thinking back to the little town that lay outside her castle grounds, Bianca thought over all the times she'd escaped and ran off to it. Her parents, as loving as they were, they were narrow minded and over protective of their precious daughter, not wanting her to leave castle grounds unless she was properly escorted and, of course, only on her way to somewhere just as pristine and elegant as their own home. Knowing they could have anything her heart desired brought into the castle at a moment's notice, the king and queen figured there was no reason for Bibi to leave the grounds just to roam. Bianca knew they had good intentions, not wanting to worry about her or anyone who'd take advantage of a princess wandering alone in a town, but, she couldn't help but feel smothered that way, and as often as she could, had taken off into the town. Her escapades never lasted long enough for her to fully enjoy any of it though.

Granted she'd visited a village before, she'd never been able to just wander around and truly take it in, as she was always having to sneak about and hide from the guards who had immediately been dispatched to bring her right on back to the castle. On top of that, she'd never so much as gotten a glimpse of the place in the snow. Any time she'd attempted to run off in snowy weather, well, those were always the times she was caught the fastest as she couldn't help but leave tracks in the snow that covered the ground, thus she never made it very far past the walls of the grounds before being snatched up and dragged right back to her room, kicking and screaming the entire way, most times just to make a scene.

Grinning at the thought, Bianca noticed she was still staring off into the village. Pulling herself back from her previous outings, Bianca looked over to Tristan, hoping he wouldn't think of her as a silly little girl for thinking such a thing was so beautiful and momentarily losing herself to it. Smiling up to the prince, Bianca put her tiny bag into place over her shoulder once again, and immediately took up her place beside Tristan, pulling on his arm, looping her own around his and shifted a bit around, ready to go do... well, anything really.
With a little tug at Tristan, Bianca set off at a leisurely pace, not bothering to hurry about even though the snow was falling all around them. Glancing over to the elf, she smiled again, accompanied by a sweet, soft kind of giggle of elation, the bounce in her step as steady as it was first thing that morning, absolutely content with everything at the moment as she finally spoke,"So, my dear Tristan... what's first on the agenda then?" she asked energetically, the excitement flowing beautifully in the light tone of her voice.

» ...So bring on the rain... «
»And bring onxxxxxxxx the thunder.«

[Lollilox]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxtristan alexander swift-----------
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour secret's safe, no one has to know i'm your getaway

Watching Bianca's reaction as she saw the town in full, Tristan scanned her face for any kind of disdain or disapproval. However, instead of any negativity, the elf noticed nothing but a sort of childish wonder and awe, that, to be honest, very deeply pleased him. Putting another smile on his lips, Tristan beamed at her. "I'm glad you enjoy the simplicity as much as I do."
And it was true. Tristan didn't know what he'd have done if Bianca would have been a snotty city-type girl. Though he abhorred nature on the surface, the boy was still an elf and tied to nature, much to his dislike. Secretly, places like this, well, they gave him an extreme feel of inner peace.

The elf prince sighed, watching his breath form softly on the chilly air, eventually glancing around the town, noticing how many strange stares they were getting. Tristan perked a brow. It was like the place had never seen royalty before. He had to admit, the town looked a bit run down, and the citizens were dressed quite shabby, unlike at home, where the peasants at least had good homes and good food and untorn clothes.
Tristan's crimsons flicked around, his ears tuning in, basically able to hear the fibers fraying on the people's clothes. He clucked his tongue, ignoring Bianca's question a moment as he surveyed some more.

It looked like most of them were wearing hand-me-downs, quite unfit for the weather.. and the winter to come, for surely, they'd get more snow by December or January. The elf pressed a finger to his lips in thought. After a moment, his smart eyes opened a bit wider, and Tristan put on an accomplished smile, setting his thoughts aside as he looked to Bianca. "To eat, of course." Tristan chuckled as he took a few steps forward into the town, easing them both down the narrow street. "However, since you are the lady, you may pick the place." Gesturing to the little shoppes lining the street, Tristan looked over to Bianca, setting a small smirk on his face. "I hope you're going to eat this time and not fall over again."

[Acid Allure]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» I don't ever wanna love another... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» You'll always be my thunder... «

→Despite the awkward stares the pair was receiving from the passersby as they strolled down the snow covered path, Bianca smiled warmly to each and every person who came across line of eyesight. Nothing could possibly be able to put the little princess in a bad mood today; with Tristan at her side, she thought it impossible for anything to ruin the feeling she had, as long as he was there. She nodded her head as she heard Tristan telling her that she was to pick the place for breakfast, "Alright, then." Bianca had barely gotten the two word sentence through her lips before the prince was speaking again, teasing her... again... about how she'd fallen previously. Turning her face to look at him, Bianca stepped a slight bit sideways, pushing the side of her body into the boy's, nudging him over playfully, but pouting as though she were hurt he kept bringing it up. "Yeah, yeah... I'll eat okay? If I fall over, I assure you, it won't be from hunger... though, it's your job to keep a lady like myself from falling in any scenario." Her pretend-sad face dissolved as another grin took it's rightful spot and Bianca let out a little laugh, turning her attention back to the path they traveled down, examining the various little shops, taverns, inns and cafes.

Pondering over a couple of the choices, a glimpse of a couple walking down the path in the opposite direction caught Bianca's attention. Watching them, Bianca guessed they were probably in their thirties or so, and then, looking down a bit, noticed the two children running circles happily around their parent's as they moved along. The two little girls couldn't have been much different in age, and each clung to a tiny, tattered looking doll of their own as they sang while their parents laughed and ushered them down the path. The family didn't look like anything particularly special... well to most they wouldn't have anyway, but Bianca noticed the cheerful aura that was emanating from around them. Though they looked like they didn't have much, or so could be judged from the shape of their clothing and the state of the children's toys, they looked happy with life. Sighing, lost in her daydreams, Bianca could only hope to have that kind of thing with Tristan. Royalty or peasant, that kind of contentment, love and family was what nearly anyone would wish for their own life, regardless of social standing... or so she figured anyway. With yet another little sigh, Bianca watched as the pair were now shooing the children inside one of the tiny places she had been considering; obviously they were on a family outing for breakfast as well.

It was decided. With a renewed sparkle in her eyes, Bianca pulled at Tristan, "That one..." Gesturing to the little place the family had entered, Bianca moved about, pulling Tristan along through the snow with her until she reached the door. Not bothering to wait for "gentleman" Tristan, Bianca pulled the door open herself, the warm air greeting them as she tugged the prince through the entrance, letting the door close gently behind them. Immediately, a girl rushed forward, maybe only a few years older than Bianca herself, welcoming them to the place. But once the girl looked Bianca and Tristan over fully, it seemed to hit her, "Ohhh..." she gave a bow before righting herself, looking quite nervous, "Uh... a moment... if you would..." Bianca perked an eyebrow at the girl as she backed away before turning on heel and nearly toppling over a waiter and his tray as she took off practically running through the little place, disappearing behind a door that obviously led to the back rooms and kitchen. Biting down on her bottom lip, she knew most others would be upset by the lack of manners or "respect", but instead Bianca had to stifle an amused giggle as she looked over to Tristan, hearing the girl's voice calling for her mother, who must have been the owner of the place.

The scene had drawn the attention of a few of the customers who now sat turned about in their seats to glance at the pair. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but the princess held her composure, only showing the weakness by closing any distance between her and the prince, taking comfort in being close to him. A few moments later, an older woman, probably in her mid fifties came bustling out, a beaming smile plastered on her face as she held her arms out wide in welcome. "Your Highnesses" she said, bowing and righting herself before continuing. "I welcome you to our humble establishment, and beg you to please forgive my ill mannered daughter, she said, shooting that "mother's glare" over to where the girl from before now stood in a corner. But as she had said the words "your highnesses" , the entire place had fallen silent, the inhabitants immediately standing and bowing to the royal couple in their presence. Oh and how Bianca wished they wouldn't. The uncomfortable feeling hit a bit harder as she glanced around, kindly waving them all to go on about their business.

Honestly, she didn't want to be bowed to all day... she just wanted to be out on a normal date. Finally the majority of the customers had seated themselves again, looking at Bianca a bit oddly as her eyes had pleaded with them to just go back to breakfast as the woman continued speaking, beckoning for the pair to follow her as she'd lead them to a seat. "Our little village was informed in detail about each of you and your arrival to our country, and that we'd most likely be playing hosts to you throughout the year." Bianca immediately followed in the woman's tracks, not letting go of Tristan for a moment as they moved through the place until they reached a set apart little corner with only a few empty tables contained in it, and the woman gestured for Tristan and Bianca to have a seat. "We didn't think we'd be seeing you so soon, but we are more than glad to have you. Anything you want, we will do our best to cater to," she finished, the same warm smile unwavering on her face. Taking heed of the owner's gesture, Bianca shed her coat, which the woman promptly took from her to go hang up, and she slipped into her seat, now partially hidden from the stares, and relaxing a bit, returning the woman's smile.
Taking in a breath, Bianca took in the mixed scents of all the different kinds of food and drinks being prepared. Picking up a faint scent that reminded her of winter at home, Bianca went a bit nostalgic thinking of the drink she'd so often had with her family after playing in the snow as a child. It wasn't anything fancy, and Bianca knew that nearly any place would have it on hand, especially in as the weather was getting colder, and though the lady had offered to get them anything, Bianca didn't want to make them go out of their way. Happy with the thought, Bianca glanced to Tristan for a moment before turning back to the woman, giving her another kind smile, "Actually, first, I'd very much like a hot cup of cider if you have it around." Pleased when the woman nodded, Bianca gazed back over to Tristan as he was asked what he'd like.

» ...So bring on the rain... «
»And bring onxxxxxxxx the thunder.«

[Lollilox]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyour secret's safe, no one has to know i'm your getaway

"You'd only fall over because of my extremely good looks, otherwise, and of course I'd stop you from falling.." Tristan gently bumped her back as she nudged him and he took her hand softly. "If you don't remember, I already saved you from falling face first into the floor back at the mansion." Allowing himself a little chuckle at Bianca's expense, Tristan tucked his free hand into his pocket, already catching a bit of a chill as they walked on. He hoped that later on in the day it'd at least get a bit warmer around noon, but there was no chance at predicting it - after all, it had been sunny as he could have hoped for yesterday, and then, this morning, he had woke up to snow, of all things. It seemed that the neutral territory was in a strange place on the map; the county was nuzzled between all of the others, and seemingly was receiving the strange weather from all sides. He shrugged it off. For the most part, the weather didn't bother him, as long as Bianca wasn't in discomfort in any way.
Tristan gazed over at her, smiling lightly as he tracked her eyes and they stopped, her jade orbs cast on a family of four entering a small cafe.

Truthfully, his heart sank as she spotted them, and he had realized that, that was what she wanted. The glint in her eye told him, that she secretly lusted for a family to call her own.. but the only part that Tristan would have even attempted to consider was perhaps a dog or something, instead of children. He knew it was natural for women to want to become mothers after a certain amount of time had passed, and although Bianca might have been ready for it, he certainly wasn't.
So, at this, he couldn't help but feel a little defeated, but that feeling was soon dismissed as she tugged him into the cafe after the family. He sighed a little, walking in after her, absorbing the menage of scents and the soft babble of morning gossip and such. Happy to be out of the cold, Tristan brushed himself off, straightening out his coat as Bianca and he approached the girl, who, upon seeing them, ran off to get her mother. Tristan sighed again. Well, the date wasn't quite going to go to plan if they were going to be treated like they were so much higher on the 'food chain' than everyone else.

Glancing over at Bianca, Tristan waited until the matron came out, apologizing and explaining some things, assuring them they'd be taken care of, and that they'd do their best to cater to their needs, already taking the coat that Bianca shed before sitting down. Tristan unbuttoned his own coat, handing it over silently to the matron before he sat down as well, in the seat opposite to Bianca, giving her a soft smile before he turned to the matron. "Me too, please." With that, he waved her off with a slight movement of his hand.

The elf glanced over at Bianca again, leaning back in his chair. "Well, that was awkward."

[Acid Allure]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» I don't ever wanna love another... «

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx» You'll always be my thunder... «

→Bianca simply nodded as Tristan pointed out verbally how uncomfortable that whole situation had been. Sighing, Bianca watched as the woman retreated back behind closed doors to fetch the drinks the pair had asked for before she turned her attention and eyes back to Tristan. "Yeah... it was," her response sort of sighed out softly as she thought back over the scene of everyone's eyes on them. "I do hope they're not all going to do that all day." Frowning at the thought, Bianca added, "But... I suppose it can't be helped." She knew it was true. It's not like she wasn't used to the attention and everything... but just for once, she'd like to be able to wander around normally, her new love at her side, happily... and yet resigned herself to having to accept should that not be the case that day. Shrugging lightly, Bianca decided it to herself that she wouldn't let the thought ruin the day ahead of time, and she forced herself to believe that, even if those circumstances kept coming up, that they'd still have the most wonderful day.

Noticing movement coming toward their table out of the corner of her eye, Bianca looked over to see the lady hurriedly making her way back to them. Bianca gave her a smile as she sat the cups full of steaming liquid down in front of the prince and then the princess in turn. "Thank you." the girl said politely. "You're very welcome. Are the two of you ready for something to eat as well?" The woman clasped her hands gently over her tummy as she looked down to the royal couple waiting for their response. Bianca nodded, "I am...", as she glanced over to Tristan before turning back. "I'd like hot cakes... with strawberries and blueberries." she informed the little woman, smiling brightly. It wasn't anything special nor fancy... but it was one of the girl's favorite breakfasts from the time she was a child. Her mother, well, her mother wasn't very good at cooking most things, but when Bianca was small, every Saturday morning, the queen had kicked the servants out of the kitchen and spent time with her daughter making hot cakes. The memory of those days gave Bianca such a warm feeling, and she knew long ago that if she ever had her own children, she'd do the same ritualistically with them as well. Happily thinking over that concept, Bianca looked to Tristan, one, to signal him to go ahead and ask for what he wanted, but more importantly because he was her fiance which immediately placed the elf into that daydreamed scenario as he'd be the father of those children. As she waited for him to order, Bianca's thoughts whirled once again. It was so strange... only a couple days ago, she'd very bluntly informed the elven prince that she'd never have a child by him, and yet now, he was popping into her visualizations of a happy family. The whole thing was a bit overwhelming for the princess, and she pulled her eyes from him, looking to the side, a shy embarrassment very subtly making its way into her expression. She leaned back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other, making herself comfortable as she picked up her own warm cup, blowing on it gently before taking a sip as she stared off into the room, but her eyes not really seeing anything, the possibilities still playing out like movies in her mind.

» ...So bring on the rain... «
»And bring onxxxxxxxx the thunder.«