[hider=Radiant~~<3!!] [img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/bba2033a-9b65-4b04-90c0-ddfb405d5a93_zpshdzhiyl6.jpg[/img] [/hider] 'Twas a simple task, really; keep the Queen safe from all manner of vile rubbish, lurking and skulking about seeking to end such a worthy and beautiful life of a royal. Those that would seek to defile such a graceful and lovely creature, Radiant should seek out, find and stop. Simple enough. And so simple was the task, that Radiant forgot what she was supposed to be doing. In these moments outside the tavern, the teen girl was spinning and twirling, dancing up a storm in front of a phantom audience. Ohhhh... but the Queen... [i]The Queen [/i] in fact! [i]She[/i] was here and the teen's mind was spinning faster than her perfected agile dance steps and well-timed, lithe fiery poses. But what would the Queen say to Radiant?!? What would she think of such a fine wondrous sight such as the shorn-headed teen girl? Would she love her dance? Would she stare with heavy forlorn look in her eyes? And if so, would lash and lid become heavy with enamourment as Radiant, [i]the-soon-to-be-queen-beside-Rhysln[/i] Radiant, flowed and twirled for her beloved Queen like ribbon aflame, unbridled and wild like lovers forbidden... together for the first time. Rhysln and Radiant... Another twirl and sparks flirted from the teen's hands... Rhysln and Radiant... Green eyes lit up and tinted a wild yellow, like tall summer grasses under a hunters moon and fire-- nay, [i]Fire[/i] bloomed from her hands... Rhysln and Radiant... ohhhhh... ohhhh such names together... Hands and forearms spun furiously yet with the years of expertise of a dancer from the Adestav Carnivale!!! winding up and spiraling together the anxious fire from her palms. She was an Elementalista right now as she twirled and floated to the sounds of an orchestra heard only from the heavens. Glowing hot orange ribbons of flickering flame chased and caressed her every movement... Rhysln and Radiant... [i]Queen Rhysln and Queen Radiant... together.[/i] Forever. Souls intertwined from the moment-- Green eyes widened with shock and shame and the fire died like a sleeper waking to the realization that silly dreams are only that; silly dreams for silly girls and... Radiant caught the sight of her raggedy and patchwork cloak and let out a soft inward, yet sharp sound of anguish. [i]...dreams are only wishes unfulfilled; Wishes of the unworthy. [/i] The teen bit her lips together and her minds eye closed off the sights and desires of thoughts impossible, musings idiotic. What queen would ever be with such a raggedy dirty little thing? Green eyes glistening with shame as her chin lowered and she stared down upon raggedy patchwork gloves. Perhaps the Priestess was wrong... the marks on her shorn head, the ink, told the truth: [i]'No, Radiant. No. You are but only a Rodent in this world. You are worthless. You are street scum. You are nothing without the Carnivale. You are just a girl. You are just a stupid, lost, useless, used up, little girl. No one likes you. No one ever will. Why should they? Oh... and the Queen... THE Queen... you will never, ever, ever--'[/i] Green eyes sparkled against the impending despair and fought for her entire worth, all the way to the surface of her toiling dark choking waters of her mind... and she was allowed a single breath. For there she was... right there beyond this window was the Queen... [i]The Queen...[/i] She was much younger than Radiant imagined... but oooohhh... such lovely long and warm and sweet autumn corn gold locks did she have... She moved with such importance. With such knowing confidence; a confidence that Radiant could only dream to own. Blue eyes as vast and breath-taking as yonder skies... yet in those eyes, a spark (like flame...!) of vivre beyond her years. Ohhh... she looked to be the same age as Radiant! But this teenaged girl had long, oh so long and flowing waterfalls of golden locks, and was gifted with actions and gestures made with blue-blooded royalty and oh... that... that figure, that lovely and oh so alluring figure neath that regal outfit, the lovely, and alluring figure that moved with only the noble poise and deliberate poses of one to be respected and... Green eyes drifted her away to another time, another place, another life with two queens together; one of gold and one of fiery ink. Diamonds twinkled in those green eyes as she stared and stared and stared at the sixteen year old 'Queen.' It was a good thing Radiant had finely trained muscles in that arm of hers. Her elbow rested upon the window sill, a loose fist holding up her head, pushing up at her cheek barely containing her goofy, smiley slack jaw. Were it not for strong arms, her pointy pale nose, gently pressed up against the pane of glass right now, should have smacked rather hard into said pane of glass. But no as it was right now, she was just leaning into the window, making it all steamy with heated exhales from her nostrils as she stared and stared and stared at young Princess Nautica. How jealous was the body of Radiant as the blonde touched and tended to the injuries of the fair Knight, Sir Rand. “...and loved... oh so loved, my Queen...” said Radiant with a voice muffled by a breath-heavy sigh steaming up the window that much more... ~~~~~ [hider=Denemika~~<3!!] [img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/a58f5e5d-a4e0-4343-93b6-1bf726c0b369_zpshpdrxmj8.jpg[/img] [/hider] [i]Apologies...[/i] really. That was what this [i]queen [/i] had to offer? That was all? After Denemika asked to be a new daughter? Torn from her people like a screaming unborn from a bloody womb. Marched here like a slave at the beck and call of a strange owner. Here only to honour and respect words that were sworn to the Bellady Nation by breath and blood. Replaced by [i]that [/i] scrawny yellow-headed thing?! And all this queen could say... no, all this squishy-spined girl thing could say was: [i]Apologies[/i]. Really... What role did this queen want Denemika to stand in for this new family? One of the queen-sworn males, the heavily armoured Stoic Yet Honourable One, this Rand was speaking with the other heavily armoured Mirthful Elder One, this Corbray. They younger armour-plated male seemed to be better after being attended to by the Worthy Sister, this Nautica. But it was the other of the queen'-sworn, the Wild Stormings, this Blayze, that would prove to be an obstacle as he was at the ready. Another male upon knee, was far enough and blocked off by this Running Brook, this Alniyat, however... just something unsettling about this kneeling male... Eyes-Lowered in Iron, this Mikel... the spirits they stir at his voice... But anyways, this other non-out sider looking female, an Odd Steel of Tranquility, this Winter, rested aside; she was far away enough as well. A disrespectful and Body-Without-Head-Worthy male, this Thom, sat and spouted arrogance as it lounged at the honoured table in the Great Gathering House... such disrespect shown by outsiders... such a mouth... such as it was, he would be next after she was through with this[i] queen[/i]. Then there was young Radiant at the window... but the teens girl's disposition was cringe and face-palm worthy... all this happening in the Great Gathering House. Apologies in insult and insults without apology. Such a place and state of affairs, in this place... Denemika could take no such insults any longer. All were distracted. All would be heartbeats too late from saving this [i]queen[/i], this unworthy Matriarch. This [i]queen's [/i] head was to adorn a spear from Denemika of the Bellady Nation. Right now-- --but the words of another stayed the tattooed beast from unleashing Murder in this 'Great Gathering House.' It was an outsider with a strange yet familiar aura... It was the aura of one that she never knew could exist outside the island of wild huntress and proud priestess mothers, sisters and daughters. And this aura owner's voice had cut into Denemika's damning single-minded act like rays of blessed sun cutting through grey stormy skies. Oh, but such a voice; the voice of another kindred spirit whisperer. Another Priestess. Burning violence drained from the veins of Mika as she turned in full about face to Jolu Xoyr. Denemika peeled away her tiger hide-lined cowl to properly face this other 'priestess.' But in turning around, Mika had effectively turned her back to this apologizing queen. But whatever the case, Mika had forfeited her peoples right to slay an unworthy Matriarch. Murder would not claim the head of a lovely and youthful queen this day. For the presence of another priestess who would willingly allow herself to fall to the beck and call of this [i]queen[/i]... actually calmed the enormous tattooed woman. Perhaps this [i]queen [/i] was not unworthy... perhaps this [i]queen's [/i]wisdom had summonned only the worthy afterall. Perhaps this [i]queen [/i] could prove herself to be a worthy leader afterall... Mika's chin rose sharply, and large tattooed hands held in front of her, near her chin, palms facing outward, and fingers stretched out wide. Then slowly her hands drifted towards her waist in time with deep respectful bow. After she saluted the other 'priestess,' Denemika slowly backed away and awaited the wisdom and wishes of this [i]queen.[/i] But not before quickly glanceing up at the window. Radiant still fogged up the window as she stared longingly... and otherwise... at Nautica. If Mika had the audacity to facepalm right now she would have. But instead she just closed her eyes tightly and with furrowed brow, she hoped against desperately overwhelming odds that her teen companion would not be spotted in such a state.