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THWACK!
From the back of the grand castle of Astalia, on the knights’ target range, came the sturdy sound of an arrow hitting a target.
Princess Jinayah, fourth and final in the line of succession, lowered her recurve bow and smiled. That arrow had hit dead center. Despite today being the end of her life as she knew it, her aim was as true as ever. That, at least, was comforting. With the smooth motion of a practiced archer, she nocked another arrow and let fly. The sea breeze hit it and it arced to the left, landing just to the side of her first shot.
With a faint sigh, Jinayah lowered her weapon. She shut her eyes against the breeze and let it cool her. She’d been out since before the sun rose, and it was going to be a nice and warm day. Good weather for visitors.
Visitors…
It still made her stomach hurt to think of it.
Slowly, she pulled the thick leather archery gloves from her hands, and sat herself against the cobblestone wall. She unclasped her rich plum purple cloak and folded it nearly across her arm. Perhaps if she started into the woods now, she’d be long gone before the foreign princes arrived. Even though the thought was extremely tempting, she would not abandon her sisters. They all had to stay strong. Even if they were going to lose what they valued most.
Jinayah, for one, was going to miss these mornings. Nothing but the bow, the wind, and targets. Her father had been kind once, kind enough to have the crown tailors fashion her several sets of male clothes throughout her years. There had always been mutterings about her strange proclivities. When she had asked for a bow and to learn to use it, there had been complaints from various nobles. Luckily, her father heard none of them.
The first day she showed up at the pages’ practice area, confusion reigned. Jin had been seven then, just the same age as all the young boys hoping to make it to knighthood. However, there was one sympathizer – Knight Captain Theodore Arnold. He was the first person to treat Jin’s wish seriously, and not as a passing fancy. He trained her day and night, helping to catch her up to the boys who had sword and bow as soon as they could walk. When she stumbled in last after a footrace, there had been laughter all around. When she smacked her face with the bowstring, there had been jeers. When she lost a swordfight, she was told to go back to her knitting.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Jin put everything into her training. While her sisters learned needlepoint and singing and other “feminine arts”, she practiced with the bow and blade. Soon, she could hit a target at 100 paces, dead center. Soon, she could win the footraces. Soon, no one could find a more graceful fighter.
Soon enough, they all took the princess quite seriously.
And now, all those years building up the respect and friendship of most of the young knights in the castle were all for naught. She would be leaving sooner or later, with her new husband. When the news reached the knights, they had thrown her a small party. She had cried, like a girl, to her own embarrassment.
At the end of it, Sir Theodore gave her a custom set of armor. It fit her like a glove, and left her wondering just how much he’d had to bribe the royal tailors for her measurements. That was safely hidden in a secret groove in the stones behind her wardrobe. Hopefully she would get use of it before she had to leave for good.
The sun was starting to peek over the trees now, and Jin knew her time was up. She headed back inside the palace slowly, taking several hidden routes that Sulhana had found ages ago. Still, her ladies in waiting were all… well, waiting for her when she entered her room. Also waiting was a steaming hot bath and the perfumed soaps she hated.
Still, she was dunked in the bath and scrubbed clean. They clucked and fussed over her calluses and muscles, implying that her future husband would not find her soft enough for the night. She wasn’t fully sure she cared.
All too soon, she was headed downstairs to her father and sisters, in a gown the dusky pink of a rose, and about as soft. She smelled faintly of roses too, and the scent wrinkled her nose.
She smoothed out her expression, and dipped into a low curtsy in front of her father and older sisters that had arrived.
“Good morning.”
From the back of the grand castle of Astalia, on the knights’ target range, came the sturdy sound of an arrow hitting a target.
Princess Jinayah, fourth and final in the line of succession, lowered her recurve bow and smiled. That arrow had hit dead center. Despite today being the end of her life as she knew it, her aim was as true as ever. That, at least, was comforting. With the smooth motion of a practiced archer, she nocked another arrow and let fly. The sea breeze hit it and it arced to the left, landing just to the side of her first shot.
With a faint sigh, Jinayah lowered her weapon. She shut her eyes against the breeze and let it cool her. She’d been out since before the sun rose, and it was going to be a nice and warm day. Good weather for visitors.
Visitors…
It still made her stomach hurt to think of it.
Slowly, she pulled the thick leather archery gloves from her hands, and sat herself against the cobblestone wall. She unclasped her rich plum purple cloak and folded it nearly across her arm. Perhaps if she started into the woods now, she’d be long gone before the foreign princes arrived. Even though the thought was extremely tempting, she would not abandon her sisters. They all had to stay strong. Even if they were going to lose what they valued most.
Jinayah, for one, was going to miss these mornings. Nothing but the bow, the wind, and targets. Her father had been kind once, kind enough to have the crown tailors fashion her several sets of male clothes throughout her years. There had always been mutterings about her strange proclivities. When she had asked for a bow and to learn to use it, there had been complaints from various nobles. Luckily, her father heard none of them.
The first day she showed up at the pages’ practice area, confusion reigned. Jin had been seven then, just the same age as all the young boys hoping to make it to knighthood. However, there was one sympathizer – Knight Captain Theodore Arnold. He was the first person to treat Jin’s wish seriously, and not as a passing fancy. He trained her day and night, helping to catch her up to the boys who had sword and bow as soon as they could walk. When she stumbled in last after a footrace, there had been laughter all around. When she smacked her face with the bowstring, there had been jeers. When she lost a swordfight, she was told to go back to her knitting.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Jin put everything into her training. While her sisters learned needlepoint and singing and other “feminine arts”, she practiced with the bow and blade. Soon, she could hit a target at 100 paces, dead center. Soon, she could win the footraces. Soon, no one could find a more graceful fighter.
Soon enough, they all took the princess quite seriously.
And now, all those years building up the respect and friendship of most of the young knights in the castle were all for naught. She would be leaving sooner or later, with her new husband. When the news reached the knights, they had thrown her a small party. She had cried, like a girl, to her own embarrassment.
At the end of it, Sir Theodore gave her a custom set of armor. It fit her like a glove, and left her wondering just how much he’d had to bribe the royal tailors for her measurements. That was safely hidden in a secret groove in the stones behind her wardrobe. Hopefully she would get use of it before she had to leave for good.
The sun was starting to peek over the trees now, and Jin knew her time was up. She headed back inside the palace slowly, taking several hidden routes that Sulhana had found ages ago. Still, her ladies in waiting were all… well, waiting for her when she entered her room. Also waiting was a steaming hot bath and the perfumed soaps she hated.
Still, she was dunked in the bath and scrubbed clean. They clucked and fussed over her calluses and muscles, implying that her future husband would not find her soft enough for the night. She wasn’t fully sure she cared.
All too soon, she was headed downstairs to her father and sisters, in a gown the dusky pink of a rose, and about as soft. She smelled faintly of roses too, and the scent wrinkled her nose.
She smoothed out her expression, and dipped into a low curtsy in front of her father and older sisters that had arrived.
“Good morning.”
Loving all this extra writing. I think this RP is going to be awesome.
@SereneDoge ... I love her. Like, genuinely.
So we have the noble, obeying eldest, the masculine charming youngest, and a middle who says f--- your rules I do what I want.
They should have tea and discuss.
So we have the noble, obeying eldest, the masculine charming youngest, and a middle who says f--- your rules I do what I want.
They should have tea and discuss.
@LostDestiny I'm fine with that.
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What if... there were Young Avengers? (MCU - Casual to Low Advanced)
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3 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
I'm also interested.
@WindsOfFate You could always have an arrangement with my pants-wearing archery sniper princess who'd rather be a prince?
That is if they get chosen to pair together.
That is if they get chosen to pair together.
Location: Haly's Circus
Interaction: The Team via text
Kassandra, trying to wipe off stage makeup in her dressing room, texted Zach back after Daphne’s response.
Mirage here! Thank you for the compliment, Zach. I am surfing the seas, I feel so giddy! I checked the Contortionist’s room after speaking with her. She seems off, but not in a Kobra evil kind of way. More of an everyday evil kind of way. Also her room is very messy. I found ropes and… lacy underthings on the floor. Maybe she had some kind of fun night?
The screaming reached her ears then, and she rushed out to meet it. Chaos reigned inside the tent, as people and animals ran around. The first pony nearly ran straight into her, and she fell over while dodging. These kelpies had 4 metal feet, which made them very dangerous. They were also a lot wilder than she'd ever seen a kelpie be. As if they were terrified by something.
“Land kelpies, fantastic…” Kassy muttered, quickly getting to her feet. Maybe she could trick the crazy kelpies away from the fleeing crowd. With a burst of will, she created a massive illusory wall between them and the humans. If only she had her staff! She could have made it a real one. The other problem was while this was in place, due to how large it was and how many beings she had to deal with, she could barely hold onto any other illusions. Even now she could feel her fake face flickering under the magical strain. It was working, but wouldn't last forever.
"Where are the others?!"
Yeah, we'll need one of those.
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