=Shyeliss Anila=
The time has come, my darling. Turn over a new leaf, sing a new song.
Blessed with? Oh, her power. Her governess had always bemoaned the fact that she had been born only with the common power of air elementals. Royals were meant to be exceedingly powerful, but she was not. "Flight, my lord."
She replied. "I am afraid I was gifted with a common power for our race, and not something as magnificent as those of the vampires." She listened as the prince she had spoken to earlier apologized. In her opinion, it had been the other princess who had displayed the ill manners, but it was not her place to judge. "No apology is necessary to me, highness." She said, curtsying. In the Feather Nation, it was not socially acceptable to refer to two people by the same courtesy title at once, and so the usual "my lord" went to those with more power or position over the speaker. In this case, her betrothed, although she was uncertain if this was correct. She did not know which of the two was older.
"It is I who must apologize to you, for taking too much of your worthy time." Had she been told at age ten, when she first started formal conversation exercises, that she would one day be thankful for them, she would have laughed harshly at the speaker. And then been reprimanded for laughing too loudly.
Fly with me to the skies, but leave yourself behind. Can you do that, my dear? I don't think it's true. I've found that in the end, you only think about you.
