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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:38 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:42 am
oORoadOo
((Bordom = paragraph style posting! XD))
She followed the seamstress through the halls of the palace, the home of the Prince, with the Prince himself close behind. As they reached the destination and the woman names Isa opened the doors, the light of the room flooded their eyes, soon revealing a large room with fabrics and clothing of all kinds, though they all seemed delicate in their own way. The silks and satins seemed to glisten as a result of the sunlight leaking in through the rooms many windows.
Road walked in quickly, and began to shift through them, searching for just the right colors that would be perfect for the Prince, who to her was already perfect enough.
"Your Highness, please come here...." She asked politely, stretching the fabric over his body to see how it looked on him. Rejecting the first and continuing for another, she searched and searched until she found just the right one.
Prince Vincent followed behind to the room, which he found most boring, because he had seen it so many times. The Princess however seem delighted at it, and he smiled when she ran off into the forest of silk. When she called him over, he went straight to her and stood still each time as she wrapped him in various colors. He wondered what his outfit would turn out to be.
"That one looks nice," He said about a few of them in turn. The Princess however was still not satisfied, and it was a long time before she finally delighted in one particular piece.
Isa followed along, taking notes. She already knew the Prince's measurements, because she had been making his clothes for years, and had just measured him the other day. Once the Princess had picked out her fabrics, Isa set about helping design a style for the outfit.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:44 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:45 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:47 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:50 am
*Jumps on the band wagon.* >.>
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Ghost-it Notes Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:51 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:51 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:51 am
((*gave up on making a fantasy avi* emo ))
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