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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 6:37 pm
The Bed Chambers of the Crown Prince of Zalto
What it looks like is up to the creator.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 11:27 am
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ☆═━┈At your service┈━═☆ x
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One of the less-desirable assignments saddled upon the young phoenix's soldiers (funny thing, that. Was it the way she was made to work alone or the fact that this was a house in which many dragons dwelt--the center of their rule and power, right?--making her, a lowly phoenix from a foreign land, do all of the grunt-work? From time to time the young one thought of such things as she painted in her room. Mad, sprawling images of phantasmal beasts from folklore and all that, tormenting maidens, mostly. Ah, but, then again, it could have been that this was how it was when one was new. As she knew, no newer member of mistress Bellamy's staff had been brought on, and someone had to do these jobs...) was always cleaning the chambers of the crown prince-to-be. It seemed especially backwards to her to tidy up an area that wasn't even able to be used yet.
As she was aware, the new crown prince was still in the care of nurses and her mother. Sure, she would straighten out the sheets that hadn't been disturbed since yesterday. Yes, ma'am! she would fluff the pillows, fix the drapes, dust everything, polish the urn supposedly handed down by some duke or other as a congratulations on his arrival. All of it, after a long day of thwarting her own assassination attempts, wore on her like a stain.
"Clean the prince's room, then, mm?" Grumbled the grumpy maid. "I'll show you clean! I'll scrub ya down to the bedrock!" as she angrily wiped the framed pictures and tabletops around the room. ❁º°‘¨ ¨‘°º❁Current EC:
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:10 pm
Company:: Clothing:: Maid's outfit Feeling:: Condition:: Healthy Location:: Currency:: 700EC Items:: Nothing OOC::  Sarah Bellamy Duties as a maid was just about never fun. Make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the mopping. It was all so bleh! Grayscale day after grayscale day of mundane work. It took its toll on a woman and it shows on the bags under Sarah's eyes as she made her rounds and checked to see all the others were on schedule. It was at this moment her spy skills came in handy and he mouse like silence had her walk up to a door ajar. It was the room to the crowned prince, Aldon's son, and was one of the places gone unused but like all the other corners of the castle it had to be scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed. Though, after a murderously quiet hand was able to slid the door open Sarah stood at the doorway and heard Emi (It is Emi, isn't it?); Sarah waiting with a smile to see how long it would take for the maid to notice she was being overshadowed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 11:50 pm
 Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternatives.
~Maurice Chevalier~ Currently ignorant of the other two, who were in the room, was a sleeping occupant who was slumped in a chair, her chin on her chest, her hands folded across her belly..... and snoring surprisingly loudly for someone her size. While the other two cleaned the room, and otherwise seemed quite at ease... or ill at ease, as the case might be, the yellow dragon dreamed of hunks of days long past sweating and practicing their swordplay in the summer sun and of when her late husband practiced hand to hand with them. Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age.
Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age.
But only if the grapes were good in the first place.
~Abigail Van Buren~
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 10:01 am
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"Shiny shiny SHINY!!" Fully engrossed in her elbow grease rage, the maid hadn't noticed when the others had entered the room (or stood just outside of it), though things were getting very clean, weren't they? The phoenix, at her wit's end and almost tuckered out from her tirade, passed the sleeping dragon with one smooth but agressive nonetheless swipe (the way she moved whenever she did show emotion, oddly enough, was like a dance--a very spirited, intense dance like you might see in a tragedy, but a dance nonetheless) across the old girl's face with her feather brush.
"Please, governess, can I shine your shoes while I'm a--" Stopped, frozen, slack-jawed. Emi was mid-stride with a stamping pirouette to flick dust off a half-shelf, leg dangling behind her with toes pointing to her latest victim, when she caught sight of eyes in the doorway. How long had they been there? Her face instantly became alight with the rosy flame of embarrassment, and after a short moment of gawking the maid found words in a fit of kowtowing.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!" Not so much for novels, right, but at least it got the point across. What else could be said? What else should be said? Taking that as enough, the sweat on her brow found a home in the fibres of the carpet as the young phoenix planted her cherry-red face into the ground, if only to keep herself from seeing that she was being seen, scrutinised, judged... Pitied. ❁º°‘¨ ¨‘°º❁Current EC:
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 7:34 pm
Company:: Emi and sleeping Sharla Clothing:: Maid's outfit Feeling:: Better Condition:: Healthy Location:: Currency:: 700EC Items:: Nothing OOC:: Sarah Bellamy Between the snoring that roared, the swipe that was right and the little growls from the lady's mouth, Sarah had to share in a laugh. "There's nothing to be so sorry Emi." A sudden flash of time passed as Sarah recalls her being in the exact same position as Emi back when she herself was being taught how to be the perfect maid by her mother. "It just sounds to my like you've caught a case of the milkmaid's melancholy!" Oh what fun it was to finally see what her mother talked to her about, and now she was the one who might be able to help out another maid who was in need; It'd be a good moment to become more close to her sister in service too. "Although, you're a lucky girl. I can't believe your tickled Sharla without even waking her!" Said the energetic maid who was tempted to give it a go herself to see if she could also try dusting Sharla without waking the seasoned nursery maid.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 10:09 pm
Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternatives.
~Maurice Chevalier~ The old lady's nose twitched and she sniffed awkwardly, but instead of waking, it seemed as though her muscles decided to stretch out. Her hand reached for her nose and rubbed it and her smaller form began to hunch and slide slowly lower into the large and comfortable chair. The small and short interruption brought about by the brief dusting seemed to have effectively gone unnoticed by the elderly lady that slept on. She might have had a thing or two to recommend to cure melancholy or the grumbles of thoughts. But at the moment she was as dead to the world as a nail in the door. That could change, of course, in the right conditions. However, as the dusting was brief and she was very good at sleeping through strange distractions and stimuli, the Sharla's snoring began to return. Her dreams of her handsome and youthful husband had been briefly interrupted by a... rather brightly dressed bird... but after Sharla scolded that young hussie in the dream, she was back to adoring the men as they prepared for a tournament. There was beauty in dreams. One was always as old as they were in their hearts and in dreams, they were immediately young again. Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age.
Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age.
But only if the grapes were good in the first place.
~Abigail Van Buren~
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 5:53 pm
Company:: Emi and sleeping Sharla Clothing:: Maid's outfit Feeling:: Better Condition:: Healthy Location:: Currency:: 700EC Items:: Nothing OOC:: Sarah Bellamy Noises and movements coming from Sharla made the head maid stiffen and hold her breath. A clenching fear that they were caught but it was all for not; Sharla sleeps on. Without a second thought Sarah takes out her own feather duster, a master maid's utility belt being something Sarah sewed into her dress when she made it herself (mother's help excluded), and takes a stab at tempting a Sharla in catching a culprit. With an equally swift hand like Emi's, Sarah gives a stroke as if she were painting a line across Sharla's face just under her noise and then she gives Emi a smile; The game between two girls was at hand
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 6:54 pm
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"I guess you're right..." When did things change for her? At first the job at the castle was something of a new beginning for Emi. She could throw out all that languished fear and fretting over her sister and the craziness their life in Ethe had become (even without the volcano exploding, there was so much chaos and confusion in every day. Might have been an apt analogy for the tension rising in the stone caverns and chambers of the mountain after all...)
"Maybe so." Perhaps like the volcano, once the pressure had been released, the girl, just like Mother Ethe, was as docile and placid as a summer lake. Maybe it was just who she was now. Emi offered a coy smile and retreated to her old template of small chuckles and cooing affirmations. She seemed quick to forget the old, fun girl she was years ago before Ayane had completely drained her. ❁º°‘¨ ¨‘°º❁x
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... And yet...
"M-M-MIS--"Emi slapped a hand over her mouth quickly, pausing to be sure she would speak at a normal volume again--"tress Bellamy!" Said the trainee in a loud whisper. "What are you doing? Can't you see how angry Ms. Sharla will be if we wake her?" And to present the sleeping form of the dragon, a flick of the wrist; and on the end of that flicking wrist was the feather brush Emi had used earlier. At the impact, sensed but not seen, there was the immediate and pronounced flopping of the maid's stomach; she froze, her eyes wavering like the quivering wings of a hummingbird in between an infinitesimal yard to roam--quite going mad themselves with the confinement, if you like. ❁º°‘¨ ¨‘°º❁Current EC:
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 7:34 pm
Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternatives.
~Maurice Chevalier~ As the dream went, it was a warm and pleasant day, with everything she loved about her native home. She was glad to be able to see them again, to feel the warmth radiating from the sun, low on the afternoon horizon, but still warm and with no clouds big enough to give her worry. She heard some manner of conversation between those in the empty space behind her while she stopped folding and drying the outside laundry. Some of the other girls were worried about one thing or another, but Sharla couldn't hear enough to know what the details were. In her world, too much was perfect. She turned and was prepared to pick up another of the clothes to move to the drying line, only to feel a puff of sudden flowers touch her nose and face. Flowers. Her baby girl was showing her favorite flowers. Sharla felt her nose twitch. Outside of the dream, her breathing began to come haltingly. In... twitching lungs... ahh... ah.... AH... " chu." Sniff.... She would take a very deep breath in and would appear to sink deeper into the chair. One hand lifted to her nose, rubbing just enough to clear it of irritants, and then she seemed to relax again. However, her dream began to fade. What kind of flowers had feathers in them? Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age.
Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age.
But only if the grapes were good in the first place.
~Abigail Van Buren~
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 5:07 pm
Company:: Emi and sleeping Sharla Clothing:: Maid's outfit Feeling:: Better Condition:: Healthy Location:: Currency:: 700EC Items:: Nothing OOC:: Sarah Bellamy Gods, she couldn't resist! She had to! She just absolutely had to! Sarah knew it was dangerous to play with chance but what were the chances that they get caught? Besides, what's life without a bit of fun and danger? "Come now Emi, there's no need to be so worried. You and I are simply doing our work and some odd wind will be the blamed culprit. That is if we don't get caught red handed." "Besides," Sarah poses next to dozed off Sharla, her face near hers, and like she was the master of selfies the head maid showcased their elder's disposition; Sleeping beauty put of voge by soft lady hands that border Sharla's face. "look how cute she is!" Sarah squeal in a whisper. "You really think someone as adorable as this wrinkly beauty would ever harm a fly?" A challenge was then playfully ensued with tease and the words were spoken to summon up some fight from her fellow maid. "Or maybe you don't have the careful touch of an artist hand and will clumsy lose to me?"
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