[center][h2][b][color=aqua]Nixie[/color][/b][/h2]

The one word that was constantly at the front of her mind was a simple, curt, 'unacceptable'. It entered her mind with the recent knowledge that she would be ascending to the surface world to mingle and mix with the grounders, humans and the like, on what was said to be a diplomatic mission. Diplomacy was hardly in Nixie's skillset, which was already a short list to begin with, and her feelings on the people who treated water and those that lived within water as their personal dumping grounds was anything but, well, polite. And yet her hands were tied. Her life of luxury and laze was all but over; though if she was going to survive amongst the paupers and commoners, she would have to get fancy. Creative.

She gave herself a month before the others were catering to her every whim.

The clear blue lake began to bubble and ripple as movement stirred beneath it. Perks of being an aquatic kin was knowing the waterways and routes of travel, just another in a long list of perks Nixie was afforded from birth. On the surface of the lake an ethereally blue head poked up and slowly continued to rise, revealing the royal daughter in all her unpleased glory. Her hands were crossed and her lip was turned downward in a scowl. Her dress had an aquatic sheen to it, and the lace hangings were moving as if they had a mind of their own; being tentacles that was just how they worked. Nixie's feet were bare and were being lifted above water and onto the land by a gathering of jellyfish. The royal treatment to the end. 

As she stepped onto the shore, leaving a wet footprint as the pale limb added some dirt and grass before the dirty specks were washed away by her slick skin, she shook her head disapprovingly. [color=aqua]"What is this...cold, blowing thing? It is making my dress move out of position. Tut tut...unacceptable."[/color] The wind was rather new for the princess and she decided that she hated it. Nixie spoke with an arrogant tone to her lilting voice, as if the tongue itself was offensive to her ears.

[color=aqua]"Ah, that must be the supposed intelligent life,"[/color] Nixie said as her eyes spotted a bounding white rabbit. [color=aqua]"Such a small thing, it is a wonder your kind has done such harm to my home. HALT, I say, and answer for you numerous crimes!"[/color] Nixie held out her palm and adopted as big an authoritative voice as she could muster.


But the rabbit paid her no mind and continued hopping along, engaging in its far more interesting cat and mouse game. 


Being ignored? Strike one. Faster than Nixie expected.[/center]