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 Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 6:56 pm
 It was a hot day-but than all days were hot in this dreadful place-and Mina was taking a stroll through the vegetation. Back home she enjoyed the breeze from the ocean during her visits outside in the garden. Or walking among the commoner folk. Here the seasons were nothing but heat, heat, and more heat. Her only comfort was the fact she wasn't a dark mare. And that she could get small if she so wished to hide somewhere cooler. Like a hole in the ground or the trunk of a tree. The wings on her back fluttered quickly as the thought crossed her mind. Of course, being smaller also had another advantage. When she was bored, which was often, she spied on the herd. As she was now. Perhaps it was time for a little fun? She had no obligations for a few hours.
The palomino mare grew smaller and smaller until she could easily hide under a large leaf. Like a fairy she fluttered between the branches, searching for someone to spy on. She kept at a height to see anyone who passed in the eye. The better to hear gossip should she near it. After a hour, however, she had found nothing of concern. Germaine was off talking to the other members of the herd, asking them how life was here. Like she was debating if she even wanted to stay. She had the freedom to come and go, of course. She was only a servant of Mina's until the time Mina married.
Mina went back towards the royal quarters. She stayed in the areas she was allowed, not feeling adventurous enough to go further in her tiny state. That Scheherazade had a sharp eye. Far too sharp for Mina's liking. It was fortunate she could get smaller and escape the judgmental eyes of the Royal family. She was not a princess but she was here as a potential bride choice nonetheless.
The water came into sight. Mina dropped down, still small, to skid her hooves across the surface like one of the many sea birds will do with their beaks back where she came from.
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 11:45 pm
 The prince bent his head down towards the water and took a long, refreshing drink. Hanging from his side was a sword that his niece had given him. His niece and teacher. It was a strange concept but she had been training him since he was a teen and under her tutelage he had flourished as a fighter, something his family had always thought to be impossible. And why?
Adel was born sick, it seemed.
His lungs often gave way to coughing fit and his knees liked to buckle under the sheer stress it put on him and for that, he was bedridden as a foal. His mother, his nannies, everyone, really were concerned for the poor, tragic prince.
That was why they could not know he had a sword. That was why he was always so careful to keep it hidden..but with the family out of the area on business for several more hours, he felt free to let it hang as a true warrior would. An indulgence that his common sense warned him against and yet Adel so wanted to feel like he was a warrior the family could be proud of instead of a subject of pity and regret.
The tiniest splash caught the stallion's attention and he quickly shoved the sword into the folds of his cloth before looking around only to see...no one. No one around at all.
Curious.
"Paranoid," the prince chided himself with half a smile. Paranoid was right though...And he was right to be. If anyone caught wind of that sword of his, it would lead to a series of questions and Adel was not sure he could lie directly to his father if asked...
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:52 pm
Mina was amusing herself by making the water ripple. She would rise up and drop down so one little hoof touched the surface of the water, doing this continuously so the lake danced with her movement, as if a fish was swimming underneath, shooting bubbles at the surface. If anyone looked and didn't see the little brown dot at first.
Speaking of fish...
Lost in her enjoyment, Mina didn't notice the fish that had been watching her. As she took one more dip, it rose to the surface, thinking her some weird butterfly. With a tiny shriek, she avoided it as she was rising. It returned below the surface with a splash as she quickly rose too high for it to reach should it try to jump at her. Perhaps it was time to grow big, again. However, as she made for the shore to avoid giving herself a dunk, she noticed she was no longer alone. One of the Princes stood on the shore. She was not surprised, she was near the royal quarters. Even from far away, the mostly black body of the sickly boy was pronounced.
A small grin stole across her face, rare in its slyness. The thrill of almost being caught by the fish had excited her beyond using common sense when in the presence of a royal. Instead of hiding somewhere to grow big and either leave him alone or politely curtsy in his direction, the mare flew towards him until she could flutter inches above his nose. Only than did she bow her head in the greeting that proper manners required.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 4:09 pm
Adel had gone back to his bitter thoughts, locked in his mind as he often was when he played the role of the sickly child. It was what was expected of him and until he could find a way to explain his good health and fighting talents, he would need to keep up the ruse. Perhaps Sooraya would have thoughts on how he could come forward. Perhaps he could blame a mysterious hooded stranger in the desert for his lessons. Perhaps... To say that Adel was started would be an understatement and the prince gasped as the tiny form hovered in front of him. Still, he forced back the more amusing emotions and reactions that could have been. He was a prince, after all. He had to maintain composure, especially in front of the visiting mare. Her name...It was...Mina? Mina Tyrell...Yes. Adel was sure she was visiting the area because of his brother's eligibility but he had never expected to find her alone with him like this. Or any mare, really. Adel had always assumed his marriage would be a thing of pity once his father could no longer stand the idea of him being alone. That it would be a thing of political use. That perhaps they would be doing his father a favor by marrying such a broken stallion. The thought made him angry. But those thoughts quickly faded from his mind and a charming smile graced his lips as he gazed upon the mare so delicate and close. All of the grace if a butterfly and the gentleness of a cool oasis breeze. He had to admit she was a rather stunning, pale lady. Surely she would be a fine offer for one of his brothers. "Lady Tyrell," he whispered, afraid of hurting her incredibly tiny ears with her being so close, "It is a delightful surprise to meet you here. Tell me, was that you on the water?" Of course. If she had been on the water, perhaps she had seen his sword... Dread filtered its way though his veins.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 8:01 pm
Mina watched the expression on his face with an amused one on her own. Surprising him was all she had intended with this little game. To do anything more to a royal Prince would likely be disaster for her. Especially if she picked the wrong one to mess with. Despite popular opinion back home, she was no fool. She had seen enough of the world to know seven children would not all retain the same manners. Even if their mother was Scheherazade. The younger mare always assumed the matriarch drilled proper manners into her children almost daily. Along with a range of other facts about life. Mina had little interest in books and knowledge.
Satisfied, the tiny Arion moved away so she could grow back to normal, offering another low bow of her head as she did so. The smile never left her face.
"It was, Your Grace," she answered even as she was rising back to her feet. The titles of rank hid well the fact she wasn't sure the name of this one. "I am sorry if I disturbed you. The world is so much more quiet when one is small. Not that, of course, your home is too noisy for me. Everyone needs their quiet time."
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 10:49 am
Adel pondered what exactly this meant for him. He took her retreat as a moment for brief reflection. She had certainly seen him with the sword. There was no escaping that fact. She had flown right over to him. He was forbidden from taking sword lessons due to his perceived health issues...But his father also had a reputation to uphold. Surely he would not make it widely known that his own son, a revered prince, was unable to fight. Surely he would not open his family to those thoughts of perceived weakness. The future of his kingdom depended on his sons. He would not wish to allow enemies the chance to see weakness. So then it should seem normal to Lady Tyrell, at least at this moment, that the prince would have a sword. Perhaps it would even seem bizarre if he did not have a sword. Perhaps this was the most normal encounter he could have hoped for. She might not think of the sword as being worth note. Adel hoped this was the case...And not just because he was not yet ready to reveal his improving health to his father. Lady Tyrell was lovely to behold. Certainly she was here for one of his brothers, but he could still enjoy a polite conversation with a beautiful lady and feel...normal for once. "Do not worry, Lady Tyrell. You did not disturb me. This is a place of quiet sanctity for me as well. You chose a good place to enjoy the silence. Still, even with your company, this place is peaceful. You are no disturbance at all" he flashed her a smile and at that moment decided that one way or another he would simply be himself. If she knew, if she did not know...It did not matter at this point. What would happen would happen. "Tell me, kind Lady, which of my brothers brings you to our lands?"
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