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 Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 11:56 am
 How peculiar it was, that only a few days ago, Rabi was a lovely little frog, which such few worries in the world. And not just any frog, for that matter, but the king. But soon the world grew much larger, and far more troublesome, with the foolish rage of his people, to drown the witch before she could undo her evil towards him, leaving him a petty prince of such clumsy size. With no further option than to leave his kingdom behind to seek help elsewhere, the poor prince set off to lands yet unknown to his kind. But it wasn't before long that he met a surprisingly familiar face down the road. They stood there for a while, the frog and him, thinking their minds were playing them a cruel joke. But no. The frog with a face like his was indeed the previous owner of his new one, the true prince.
Though they could not speak through words, eyes can say so much more. The prince, named Nestor, had been following the witch, trying to stop her vicious plans, but now that he knew it was too late, he saw only one thing to do. So the odd pair followed the road leading back to Nestor's kingdom, in hopes of finding someone who could break such a spell.
"Are you sure this is the right way? We have walked for days now, and I don't see anything resambling a city of any kind."
The frog gave him a sour look. Of course he knew the way. Rabi sighed.
"Pick up the pace! Had you just been a little faster, this never would have happened, you know."
Nestor gave him an even angrier look. How was he supposed to move any faster with such a short legs?
"Oh, give me a break! I was NEVER that slow! You're not the one having to carry all this horrid fur. And just what is this stupid cape even for?"
They moved in silence for a while, not quite happy with their respective company. Their jealousy of eachother made it hard for them to cooperate too well. But Rabi couldn't stand the silence, being used of constant croaking and splashing, and the flutter of dragonfly wings wherever he went.
"What shall we do when we get there, anyway? Won't people recognise their prince?"
Nestor hadn't really thought about that. And he didn't actually want to, either.
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 8:53 pm
 Meanwhile, in the Kingdom, news of the Prince's disapperance had begun to spread. The Capitol was abuzz with rumors, though none had yet been confirmed, of an unoccupied throne, despite the Castle's best efforts at keeping things under wraps. It had only been a few days since Prince Nestor's disappearance, and his underlings were still fervently hoping for his return to smooth over all the hubbub.
Outside the capitol, however, lived a maiden Bunaria known as Dia. She was a bright and cheery sort of girl, who lived by herself in a country cottage. Egg-collecting was her passion, and she had a whole basketful of brightly-colored eggs (and various egg-shaped objects, but let's not be picky) to show to anyone who seemed remotely interested in them. Eggs were to be found everywhere in the kingdom, and Dia found a more beautiful one with each passing day. Nothing ever hatched from them, but Dia had never thought to try that, to tell the truth.
Setting out that day in search of more eggs, Dia fastened a daisy (for which she had been named by her long-deceased mother, bless her soul) behind one perked-up ear and hopped out the cottage door, nearly forgetting to lock it in her haste. For, as sure as daisies were purple, there was an enormous golden egg by the side of the road, begging for her to come and fetch it!
Quick as a whip, she was at the site; her paws had just begun contact with the egg when her tunnel-vision ended - a paw was about to descend upon her precious treasure! What'n the name 'a all that's good 'n holy do ya think yer doin'?! she cried at the clumsy green Bunaria at fault for this near-mishap. Doncha know how to walk or nothin'? You almost crushed this here poor eggy, and it's the most beautiful eggy I ever saw!
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:13 pm
Dia could tell this Bunaria wasn't exactly "with it" - he just stared at her vacantly. But at least he hadn't crushed that beautiful shining egg! Dia picked it up and wrapped her arms around it lovingly, then nuzzled it playfully and looked toward her home where the rest of her collection awaited this newest addition. Then she remembered she wasn't alone, what should she say to that boy? "Say, mister! D'you wanna come see the resta my eggies? This one sure is the prettiest, but I have a lot of other nice ones too!" Dia blushed a little bit, but having her egg securely held in the crook of her arm, she nudged the boy and his frog in the direction of her cottage. "C'mon!" she cried, "You've never seen eggies like these before! Oh, and little froggie, do you want to come too? I bet you like eggies, doncha?!" With that, she raced back to her home, peeking quickly over her shoulder to make sure she had two -as yet speechless - followers.
She was the first to return by a long shot - if the other two had decided to come at all, that is. Dia tried not to think of all the others she had tried to show her collection to, only to be left on her own in her cottage with the sound of retreating laughter echoing over the hillside. Shaking her head a little to clear her thoughts, she furiously dusted off a few shelves and rearranged a few eggs, adjusting some so that the light hit them to their best advantage, and put on a kettle of flower tea for the guests she hoped to have join her.
Dia stepped back for a brief moment to make sure everything was (mostly) in order, and cracked open the door to the cottage and stuck her head out, looking around for the two she had met on the road.
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