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The Redstone Castle practically glowed in the evening light, its rusty walls towering high into the sky. Its extensive gardens sprawled about the main building, and went all the way to the outer wall.
Carriages and horses rode through the main gates, servants scurrying about here and there.
It was time for the masquerade ball.
The royal family of Zilen had been planning it for months, and had -c-
Invited everyone of rank throughout their country, and even royalty and nobles from distant realms.
Everyone was welcome that night, as long as they wore a mask that covered at least their eyes.
Zilen, a country populated mostly by elves of three kinds. Wood elves, who lived in the Wanderers' Wood, the forest that covered much of the country. They spoke with trees, and tended to the needs of -c-
the wood.
Stone elves, who lived high in the mountains on the northern border of Zilen. Despite being so isolated from the rest of the country, they knew much of what went on, due to their gift of listening to the stones. And finally, High elves, who made up the five noble houses of the land and made up the ruling class.
The five noble houses of Zilen are Silverbirch, the royal house, Redoak, -c-
Yellowelm, Bluepine, and Whitecedar.
Those of the Silverbirch line live within the Redstone Castle, and the others live in various estates all throughout the nation. -d-
bic: The king and queen of Zilen stood on a raised dais, facing the crowded ballroom. The queen rested her head on the king's shoulder, and the king had his arm around her waist.
One could not say they were beautiful; the queen, Relain (called Rea by those closely acquainted with her) was rather plump, and though her curves were pleasing, most of the noblewomen said behind her back that her -c-
Waist was too thick by far.
She'd grown her hair to extreme lengths, and it was actually long enough to brush the backs of her knees. It was very thick, as well, and currently there were several fancy braids done in it, leaving most of her hair to stream loosely down her back. It was bright, fiery red in hue, and rather wavy. Her eyes were green, but due to the color of her hair her eyelashes -c-
were almost invisible.
Despite what most imagine a king /should/ look like, Verdigand wasn't quite what one would call "handsome". His hair was a light brown color and cut short at his shoulders, and his eyes were almost the exact same shade. His jaw was a little too square, his eyebrows too thick and brooding, his l'ps too full.
And yet, each looked at the other as if they were the most perfect-c
person in the world.
Their costumes were similar, and inspired by fire. Each wore a gold-and-red eye mask designed to look like a flickering flame. The king wore a red greatcoat trimmed with gold, trousers of the same color, and a yellow shirt. The queen wore an elegant red dress, also trimmed with gold, and some simple gold jewelry.
Her eyes wandered to where their children sat, observing-c-
the whole affair.
Well, except for their daughter.
Deorma was blind from birth, a fact which still grieved them, though she claimed she didn't mind not being able to see. Her eyes were a filmy gray color, but her hair was the same light brown as her father's, and grown long enough to almost reach her waist. It was done up in much the same style as her mother's, and her costume, too, was -c-
modeled after her parents'.
Leaning against the wall beside her was a whittled white staff, ready for her to use if she needed to go somewhere without assistance.
This would be the first ball she took part in; she'd been training for weeks, and finally she was able to dance reasonably well, though she depended on her partner quite a bit.
She was thirteen or fourteen years of age in human -c-
years, and thus just about old enough to wxd.
Beside her sat her three brothers, all much younger than she. They were triplets, and all looked exactly the same, except for their eyes. They all had short, curly black hair and pale skin, and all three wore matching red-and-gold outfits and tiny little flame masks.
Zemor, the first of the three, had soft brown eyes. The next, Ralu, had mischievous-c-
green eyes and the last, Merlock, had startling blue eyes.
Zemor had his nose buried in a scroll, as usual, and Merlock was fiddling with a little blue flame that hovered a hair's breadth above his palm. He had been born with quite a large amount of magic, which was a source of great pride to his parents.
Ralu, though, was bored.
He didn't like his red suit. It was itchy, and red was his least -c-
favorite color, unless it was his mother's hair. It was hard to get used to seeing through his mask, but Momma had told him he couldn't take it off, so he was stuck with it.
And he was pouting.
No one would play with him, and he was bored and itchy and tired and hungry. He couldn't even reach the food!
He and his brothers were around six or seven in human years, and Ralu still spoke with a -c-
Bit of a lisp, which he hated. -d-
 Ithtar · Wed Dec 23, 2009 @ 04:26pm · 0 Comments |
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