Though Nysa had brought plenty of cleaning products on his previous visit, it had not been nearly enough to finish the job. Though the dust had been dealt with, there were several other matters to tend to. The sheets upon the bed had been removed and taken to the dry cleaners. It was rather fortunate that the sheets themselves, though old, were discreet enough to not reveal Howl as a defender of the Princess of Neptune.
Though making the bed of his ancestor was perhaps not a legitimate means of "defending" the Princess. Perhaps it wasn't any sort of defense, but in the Knight's mind, it was necessary. He had managed to make the bed, then moved onto some of the other tasks. This time he brought glass cleaner. The initial task was to clean the mirror at the vanity, but soon enough the lad found himself wandering throughout the Trophy Room, then back into the main Study.
Though cleaning the display cases and Mirrors had been an easy enough task, there was a rather intimidating piece to clean in the Study.
Taking in a deep breath, the lad moved towards the glass panel revealing the Gardens of Nysa.
The glass will not break... he reminded himself silently as he moved onto the task
At first, he hadn't been thinking over anything, merely trying to clear his mind so he wouldn't pass out at the sight of the watery depths of the Gardens. However, his mind eventually seemed to drift back about a week to a conversation with his Ancestor.
I wonder if my ancestor considers the gardens to be so ugly because the parasites have conquered the reef? I know I have not seen an Odelian in this area before... perhaps something happened to that breed of bird?
He paused in his motion as a question came to mind.
"What did you mean by 'I will leave that for you to figure out,' Ancestor?"
The previous representative of Nysa had told him that the birds had been allies. It would make sense that the Odelians were useful, but an ally seemed like an extremely strong term to use to describe an avian.
Nysa stopped his work altogether and set the glass cleaner and rag upon the nearest desk. With that, he plucked the feather adorned hairpin from the spot it had been resting amongst his rich turquoise hair . Turning the object between his gloved fingers, he quietly asked "Would you tell me your secrets, Odelian?" A finger brushed the lonely feather a few times, but upon the last stroking motion, a faint hint of blue energy seemed to ripple off the feather.
One would think that Nysa, Knight of Neptune, was adjusted to the general concept of magic, but that flicker of energy seemed to catch him off guard. Taking a step back, he eyed the hairpin as the blue energy seemed to continue to grow. The energy spiraled and glowed, moving fluidly about in the air as it expanded in the Study. The energy seemed to take shape, forming into a large graceful form. When the energy seemed to dim, the sight caused the Knight to stagger back even more, until his hand was pressed up against the pane of glass.
"...An Odelian?"
His ancestor had not exaggerated in the slightest. The bird was indeed rather like a swan with pristine white feathers. The beak was slightly sharper than a swan, which made sense since it was a sea faring bird. The avian had a small crest of feathers upon the top of the head, and the tail feathers fanned out far more gracefully than a typical Earth Swan.
However, the most striking feature were the eyes. Around each eye was a dark Fleur de Lis marking.
The Odelian's long neck moved back hesitantly, the bird's form seeming to tremble as the feathers seemed to puff up.
"Ah.... yes...." he said in a quieter tone as he looked the avian over again. "My ancestor mentioned that you were a shy one, is that not right, pretty girl?"
He edged forward cautiously, hands to his side to make sure his movements weren't read as hostile.
"My Ancestor told me about the Odelians and that you were allies to those of Nysa. Though my Ancestor still resides here... I am the current representative of this Wonder, Miss."
The Odelian's neck seemed to sway slightly, though the feathers still remained quite ruffled. The bird apparently had deep teal eyes which were now fixed upon the lad.
"I assure you... I mean you no harm... Miss... I just want to learn more about you..."
A faint blue energy seemed to flicker off the Odelian once more as her feathers seemed to settle into place.
The Knight, still holding onto the hairpin, slowly moved to place the piece back where it had been resting before.
"Do you have a name in which you go by, Miss?"
The pair of teal eyes blinked at him.
"My Ancestor mentioned you were quiet, Miss..." With a gentle laugh, he continued his slow approach. When he stopped, he was finally within an arm's reach of the bird. "Would it be okay to name you Fleurette?" With that, he reached a hand towards the Odelian, the softest of smiles upon his lips as he beckoned the large avian.
With a few blinks and a subtle twitch of her head, the bird seemed to consider the hand.
His smile seemed to fade slightly and his head turned away slightly. "...please...?" he whispered.
The avian's eyes closed and she moved her head trustingly towards the Knight's hand. When she touched the glove, it was not anything solid. Instead, Nysa's hand felt as if his glove was being washed by rushing water.
When he turned to face the bird once more, he found that she was gone.
"...Fleurette.... it is a good name, would you not say?" Fondly, he brushed his hand over the feather in his hair. She was a new ally, and he was okay with this.
Though making the bed of his ancestor was perhaps not a legitimate means of "defending" the Princess. Perhaps it wasn't any sort of defense, but in the Knight's mind, it was necessary. He had managed to make the bed, then moved onto some of the other tasks. This time he brought glass cleaner. The initial task was to clean the mirror at the vanity, but soon enough the lad found himself wandering throughout the Trophy Room, then back into the main Study.
Though cleaning the display cases and Mirrors had been an easy enough task, there was a rather intimidating piece to clean in the Study.
Taking in a deep breath, the lad moved towards the glass panel revealing the Gardens of Nysa.
The glass will not break... he reminded himself silently as he moved onto the task
At first, he hadn't been thinking over anything, merely trying to clear his mind so he wouldn't pass out at the sight of the watery depths of the Gardens. However, his mind eventually seemed to drift back about a week to a conversation with his Ancestor.
I wonder if my ancestor considers the gardens to be so ugly because the parasites have conquered the reef? I know I have not seen an Odelian in this area before... perhaps something happened to that breed of bird?
He paused in his motion as a question came to mind.
"What did you mean by 'I will leave that for you to figure out,' Ancestor?"
The previous representative of Nysa had told him that the birds had been allies. It would make sense that the Odelians were useful, but an ally seemed like an extremely strong term to use to describe an avian.
Nysa stopped his work altogether and set the glass cleaner and rag upon the nearest desk. With that, he plucked the feather adorned hairpin from the spot it had been resting amongst his rich turquoise hair . Turning the object between his gloved fingers, he quietly asked "Would you tell me your secrets, Odelian?" A finger brushed the lonely feather a few times, but upon the last stroking motion, a faint hint of blue energy seemed to ripple off the feather.
One would think that Nysa, Knight of Neptune, was adjusted to the general concept of magic, but that flicker of energy seemed to catch him off guard. Taking a step back, he eyed the hairpin as the blue energy seemed to continue to grow. The energy spiraled and glowed, moving fluidly about in the air as it expanded in the Study. The energy seemed to take shape, forming into a large graceful form. When the energy seemed to dim, the sight caused the Knight to stagger back even more, until his hand was pressed up against the pane of glass.
"...An Odelian?"
His ancestor had not exaggerated in the slightest. The bird was indeed rather like a swan with pristine white feathers. The beak was slightly sharper than a swan, which made sense since it was a sea faring bird. The avian had a small crest of feathers upon the top of the head, and the tail feathers fanned out far more gracefully than a typical Earth Swan.
However, the most striking feature were the eyes. Around each eye was a dark Fleur de Lis marking.
The Odelian's long neck moved back hesitantly, the bird's form seeming to tremble as the feathers seemed to puff up.
"Ah.... yes...." he said in a quieter tone as he looked the avian over again. "My ancestor mentioned that you were a shy one, is that not right, pretty girl?"
He edged forward cautiously, hands to his side to make sure his movements weren't read as hostile.
"My Ancestor told me about the Odelians and that you were allies to those of Nysa. Though my Ancestor still resides here... I am the current representative of this Wonder, Miss."
The Odelian's neck seemed to sway slightly, though the feathers still remained quite ruffled. The bird apparently had deep teal eyes which were now fixed upon the lad.
"I assure you... I mean you no harm... Miss... I just want to learn more about you..."
A faint blue energy seemed to flicker off the Odelian once more as her feathers seemed to settle into place.
The Knight, still holding onto the hairpin, slowly moved to place the piece back where it had been resting before.
"Do you have a name in which you go by, Miss?"
The pair of teal eyes blinked at him.
"My Ancestor mentioned you were quiet, Miss..." With a gentle laugh, he continued his slow approach. When he stopped, he was finally within an arm's reach of the bird. "Would it be okay to name you Fleurette?" With that, he reached a hand towards the Odelian, the softest of smiles upon his lips as he beckoned the large avian.
With a few blinks and a subtle twitch of her head, the bird seemed to consider the hand.
His smile seemed to fade slightly and his head turned away slightly. "...please...?" he whispered.
The avian's eyes closed and she moved her head trustingly towards the Knight's hand. When she touched the glove, it was not anything solid. Instead, Nysa's hand felt as if his glove was being washed by rushing water.
When he turned to face the bird once more, he found that she was gone.
"...Fleurette.... it is a good name, would you not say?" Fondly, he brushed his hand over the feather in his hair. She was a new ally, and he was okay with this.
