[plot-prp] Minon Prince (Morena and Kolgae)[Fin]

[EvilSilverDragon]

In her hand was a key. It was the only thing she saw in the forest for hours. The others who had been in the house with her had eventually picked themselves up but they were all background nose. Just bugs on a clear lake below her notice. For an appearance matters more than anything else sort of girl, she didn't even attempt to cover up her own mesterpiece.

No, her full attention was on that key and the swirl of emotions within the Fae. That house was hers, it belonged to her! As her eyes rose to see what was not there to see, she seethed in a barely contained rage. The key was supposed to get her the home. It was the only thing worthy of her outside of the City now.

She felt the loss of it, arrogance called it her own yet something inside called out for it as well.

The shadow still haunted her yet it did not cause fear. Fear was icy cold and that was the complete opposite of what she felt. Oh it was a calm rage that boiled. To use his voice on her took the wrong sort of courage. Forcing her on her hands and knees like a peasant was unforgivable.

She needed to get that house back, needed to banish the shadow that dared too much. That wasn't all, there was a granddaughter she needed to find, to send into those places that she'd never be debased into entering again.

Even with the ideas that swirled, anger and calmness, rage and fire, she was still. Her mucked up once pristine queen gown might have well have stood on its own, muck stuck to it to the point the wind didn't even seem to move it. It was very much like she was apart from what was around her removed and frozen in time. It was fitting in a way she wasn't feeling poetic to name.

Daisicle

 

[Daisicle]

In the nearby brush, a little spirit stirred, red eyes opening up as the confused sounds of party-goers grew in volume. He was a little, unnamed spirit, disgruntled by the presence of others not only at the time of night it was, but in their entirety. Had there ever been another by him?

Perhaps the others he thought came to dance with him, but they were fickle: one moment there, another moment gone without a trace.

For a moment, he considered that these, too, were simply voices of the forest that would leave as abruptly as they had come. Yet, there was a certain difference to them, something distinct. Something... tangible... different.

Rubbing his eyes and standing up, the lost spirit urged himself forward, towards the voices calling not to him, but to any and all, yet none, it seemed.

As he neared the clearing, he saw a great number of strange pae'il all in a mess of confusion, not all similar in likeness to any others he had memory of seeing. There were ones with strange hooves, with scales, with wings and colors of all shapes and sizes.

At some point, his red eyes caught the figure of one with similar, translucent and fine wings. Neither the jungle nor himself was entirely mad it seemed.

Not yet.

EvilSilverDragon

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

Stepping forward, Morena made her way towards where the house was thinking it was some sort of trick. Usually she could tell if an illusion was placed but this time there was nothing. Even in the mansion, there was no feeling that she was in an illusion. It was real! Even thinking that left her with an urge to slam her heel in to the ground like a child. Too dignified, she settled for creating an illusion of the home.

It was trivial use of power but no more substantial then what the shadows had seemed. Raising a hand, she reached forward towards the house but stopped just short of where she could have touched a real object. Retracting her fingers she pulled her hand back.

With anger and gritted teeth she dismissed her own illusion and turned her back on it. Nothing would play with her, she was Queen and a Fae! All of it irritated her to no end.

Unable to make herself fly just yet, she walked with dignity. As of yet she did not notice the shadow child.

Daisicle

 

[Daisicle]

Unblinking, the child continued to watch, making no reaction even to the sudden apparition, and soon disappearance, of a home. It was strange, no doubt, but he had seen stranger.

Everything that he saw was strange in some sense.

The fact that he was still living was strangest yet. A child surviving alone in the jungle: that was a myth for old wives to laugh about over their cooking meal. Yet, in this instance it was anything if true.

As the green fey came closer, he reacted no further than to simply watch.

EvilSilverDragon

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

Eyes trained down to the key, a glimpse of red pulled her out of the insular anger she had been caught. Blinking she gave the angel shaped shadow more attention. She had missed the shadows when they entered the mansion, her shadows were more unshaped.

Something in her; however, set her on high alert. Was it a apparition? Some other pae's power? Normally she could sense when something wasn't real, just a sixth sense. Nothing felt unreal about the thing; however her eyes said other wise.

Even so, she tried to dispel him. Not that it would have worked as he wasn't her illusion but even so it was tried. It failed, as she should have expected. That was when it got more attention. There was an urge to poke into the shadow with her staff to see if it went through. Odd, childish idea but why it struck her was behind her.

"Child." One word, if it responded then there was more realness then how it felt to her. If not she could continue to stew in anger somewhere less unpleasant.

Daisicle

 

[Daisicle]

Oh, the one winged as those who'd roamed about him had noticed his staring. Should he be amused? ...concerned? ...indifferent? Something about her differed from those he'd seen and heard, or perhaps just thought to have seen and hears as was often the case. There wasn't any apparition that had previously caught his eye that ever really seemed real.

Her eyes were still staring at his. They locked.

What was she doing, coming closer? Was she here to come and take him away? Had he even words to address her by in his nonexistent vocabulary?

'Child,' she called.

A slow blink was his response.

EvilSilverDragon

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

Morena continued to watch the shadow. It was almost surprising to see the shadow blink at her. It was life like, she'd give it that. Certainly, she could do better with her own powers. This wasn't her powers; however, and not an illusion as far as she could tell.


"Did the shadows leave you behind when they took the house?" Given she had received no verbal response, there was not much hope he'd answer her this time either. More musings allowed then actually trying to have a conversation. Young children weren't exactly stellar conversationalist as it was and she had raised four.

That this shadow child appears after the fiasco in the house that no longer was, well that was interesting. There had to be a connection, just how to make it work for her was the puzzle.

Daisicle

 

[Daisicle]

Oh, look, the spirit was talking to him.

Though perhaps it was not a spirit at all; was it something real as the others behind it? That was right, it was not alone, nor was he alone, though he often felt alone in the company of many others. It was likely that they may have just been manifestations of his isolation, in any case.

Perhaps they, too, were real?

Oh, look at the not-potentially-a-spirit talking to him. Should he answer? He should answer.

Instead he again blinked. Slowly.

Oh dear, that was no proper answer. How did one properly answer?

No matter. Perhaps he should make a movement then. Yes, that might suffice in place of words. First he would have to stand, or crouch then stand.

He blinked.

Then he stood.

And again, he blinked.

EvilSilverDragon

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

This was quickly getting to grow old. The child wasn't speaking, she still wasn't sure it was completely real. Blinking was all well and good but could it speak? The usefulness of it was diminished if it was silent. Then again, the tolerability rose tremendously. Little Alma was cute enough but never seemed to hush up.

As it stood, she asked another question, not caring it had yet to verbalize, "Is there no one to take care of you?" Kidnapping was below her, being magnanimous enough to take care of a child that happened to follow her home was simply laudable.

Daisicle

sorry it took so long, my muse ran away

 

[Daisicle]

The not-a-spirit before him seemed to respond well to his movement. Good. Maybe he should continue... Someone to care for him? He had been cared for by the spirits all about him, all about them, all about her. Just like her, the not-a-spirit, except for they were actually spirits. That he was sure about sometimes.

But as for a physical being? No.

He shook his head.

Then he took a step out of the bushes and closer. She would have been able to better see his figure, black as the night, just barely illuminated by the moon above. He was clearly a young child, smaller and thinner than most; perhaps an effect of living in the jungle with none to provide for him? His wings and arms hung almost lifelessly, as if he was not accustomed to any sorts of interactions where gestures might serve to improve communication.

EvilSilverDragon

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

Morena regarded him with a measured look. He was almost a living shadow. That could be useful. Of course, it would require getting him up to some sort of shape. Even she never forgot to feed her children or granddaughter. To parent below her standards was just intolerable.

"Well now, come to Momma Morena. I'll see to it you get some food." Food and conditioning, her little minion could be perfect if he can be taught. At the moment it was questionable, and if she he'd have to find someone else to look after him.

Daisicle

 

[Daisicle]

Staring at her quietly, unblinking for a moment, the child seemed to be in his own sort of thought for a moment. A Momma... Morena... just what all did that entail? He wasn't sure he understood.

So he stood there, for more than a few very long moments.

Then he walked closer to her, a couple of steps, then another, then another, and then he was beside her. Looking up, he continued to stare, waiting for some sort of cue as to what she was going to do and what was going to happen to him now that she was to be Momma Morena. It would be interesting, certainly.

EvilSilverDragon

Maybe a post or two to finish up? >> It is rather old and all.

 

[EvilSilverDragon]

The poor thing was a bit slow, it was a shame that. Still if he listened well enough it wouldn't matter. What was strange, she felt a connection to the child that was just odd. Not exactly maternal. it made little sense the draw she felt towards the child. The clawing repulsion to the wings that hung limply on his back did have some logic. That little voice telling her to rip them off in a an almost shrieking manner was not welcome.

Why did going to the City feel unpleasant? It was the only place that could be home until her Kingdom is founded. The Ruler of the Fae required the creature comforts only the City had anymore.

Bending down enough, she scooped the child up in her arms, almost surprised that he was real. It would not have shocked her if her arms went right through him. Yet, here he was in her arms. "Shame about the wings." Muttering to herself, she maneuvered the child in her arms in such a way that the feathers wouldn't touch her. With that, her own stunning fae wings started to beat bringing them both air borne. It was a trek to the City and it was best to get started.

Daisicle

sounds good biggrin

 

[Daisicle]

The child gave no resistance as it was picked up, his arms curling closer to his chest and his wings continuing to hang limply behind him. All he could do was silently observe her own reactions to his image, particularly the wings, and wait to see what would happen to him now.

Now as they took off.

Now as they left the only place he had called home.

Now that she was to become Momma Morena.

EvilSilverDragon

I'd say finished if you're fine with that