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 Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 7:55 pm
 Iona was up past her bedtime. Mom and Dad were asleep, she could hear their slowed breathing in the distance. She had wandered away from them to a clearing in the trees, just to peer up at the sky. She was always shocked by what she found there. Such an immense space of darkness, with endless twinkling stars. She knew they were stars because Dad had told her. But to her they looked like fireflies, and they made her feel lonely, but so alive. It was such an odd feeling. She had decided a while ago to refrain from trying to explain it to her siblings or parents.
She just knew that she wanted to see them always, and she wanted others to see them as well. She lay down in the clearing, her neck craned back so far that if she had been standing she would have fallen over. Her blue eyes were wide, she didn't ever want to stop staring at them. A noise in the distance made her jump, but then she quickly returned her gaze to the sky.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 7:10 pm
 God forsaken lands. No ladies, rude men, no servants, his hair was a mess. What exactly was the point of being a Prince if nobody took care of your every single waking needs? The only servant he really head left was the moron that carried the very end of his hair. That moron didn’t speak, respond, or do anything except walk behind him clutching hair. It totally frustrated him. He had gone from being number one with a bullet to a nobody with sticks and leaves in his hair. Ugh. If he didn’t find some sort of redeeming value to this land soon he was going to absolutely lose his mind. Lost in thought, Walt stumbled and came to a hard stop. His hair was caught on something and he had almost walked into a pale blue filly. Great. The first lady he has come across in his land is a baby. Just peachy. Sighing and deciding that the girl may be of use to him, Walt cleared his throat and spoke quietly, “Pray, fair mademoiselle—would you be able to offer some assistance to a gentleman and Prince in need?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:13 pm
Iona blinked and stood immediately, having almost been trampled by...a prince? She assessed the appearance of the other blue Soquili after he spoke. He certainly didn't look like a prince. The twigs caught in his mane made her have to stifle a giggle or two. She gave a brief glance at the stars with an expression that said this-is-what-you-sent-me? But she returned her gray-blue eyes to the stallion and gave an awkward sort of curtsy. If he needed help, she would most certainly do her best to assist him.
"What can I do for you, sir?" she asked with some hesitation. The sight of his paws had caught her attention. He certainly sounded nice, but anyone with paws was always bad news. Besides, those claws looked mean. Peering around him at the odd little figure lifting his long hair, her eyebrows raised, she felt a little confused by this stallion. Confused was never a good thing, what if this was some sort of trick so that she could become dinner? But then, she was sure that the little creature holding the hair would surely be the first to go as he was perfect snack size.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 6:04 pm
Walt had grown so used to all the items in his hair that he thought of them as just being decorations. Some of his people liked using feathers and other do-dads, he preferred what had come from his homeland. As strange as those items were… he honestly didn’t have a clue what some of them were “I am in search of servants… I don’t know where to find them in this land.” He was tired of being new to this place. Where was the luxury he was used to? Where were his bloody servants? Realizing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with his frustrations hanging out for all to see, Walt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Bending down into a deep bow, Walt straightened slowly, “I am Prince Walt. Although I’m fine with just Prince.” He drew the line at using the family name that he loathed kind of. “Tell me fair lady, why are you out so late? Wishing on stars? Perhaps hoping to meet your very own prince someday?” There. Now he had introduced himself correctly and even bowed to what was surely a commoner. If that didn’t get him his hair brushed he was going to explode.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:28 am
"Servants?" she felt her eyebrow rising despite her attempts to resist making a face. "Do you pay your servants?" she asked curiously. Not that she needed payment, she loved helping others. She approached him more closely now, sure that a vicious monster would have no need for servants.
She lowered her eyebrow at once, the skepticism disappearing from her face. The poor thing was lost out here all alone. She wondered how he had gotten here and gave another glance at the sky as if expecting it to start raining princes. "I was wishing on stars," she said, somewhat awestruck. She hadn't really been wishing for princes, though she supposed he would do for some company for now.
"I bet you'd love a bath, come with me!" she said, bounding away towards the trees. She knew there was a lovely pond in this direction that he could soak himself in.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:34 pm
Walt managed to keep a straight face at the idea of paying someone for doing things for him. He was used to having lots of fawning and accolades. Perhaps that was why he had ended up here, not that the idea would ever actually come to him. Not soon anyways. “Uhm, yes I suppose you could say that. “ “Wishing on stars is the most powerful way to attract your own prince charming, or so I’ve been told.” Walt really wasn’t bad, he was just rather set in his own ways. “I’ve never had the desire to wish for a prince of my own… although…” Casting his gaze upwards, must like the filly had just done he couldn’t help but release a wistful sigh. Someday he’d meet a beauty that would equal his own looks and be the princess of his happily ever after. Glancing disdainfully back at the it that carried his hair around Walt took off at a much slower pace – Was he supposed to bathe without assistance?
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