Briza

The castle

Aleksandr could not help his blushing, cursing suddenly in his mind that Tear was witnessing all of this. Nadia complimented him. His heart was racing, he told a small lie about not being able to follow direction. He was sure Tear would . . Tell someone, get them into trouble or was she trustworthy enough?

"Thank you, Nadia," he said plainly, trying to keep any sheepish voice from pulling, "Tear, what would you like to do?"

The castle

Bump.

The castle

Aleksandr tried to quit his blushing when tear walked into the cooking room, the kitchen. It was not as if he wanted Tear to start hinting to any of the other workers that he had a crush on his sister--and that, that was it. He did not like Tear because she probably already knew. There was not a way he would disrespect the young lady. Either of them. . .

"Hello, Tear," Aleksandr said in response, "I am happy you have come to help. Nadia is. . Trying to show me, but I must--" he paused, realizing he was talking too much, "I must not be too good at following her directions," he smiled. He followed them so perfectly to escape from outside the castle, maybe this was just a self-defense mechanism his brain had worked into its networking,

No way home

Name: Esther Harte
Age: 23
Race: Human
Weapon: Gigantic, Fantasmic Sledgehammer
Powers/Magic: WIP
Biography: Esther grew up in the country, with cows, chicken, trash burning, water wells, and windmills for back-up electricity. It was not as if she was the stereotypical country girl, with the hick accent and the overly tanned forearms. Her parents were quite eccentric. She was used to wearing sunscreen, long sleeves, pants and large hats to cover her "precious" skin, growing-up. In fact, Esther was quite pale for a girl growing in the country. She was given nicknames, "Esther the White," "White Neck Esther," et cetera. Esther did not mind, though. However, when the picking became apparently more than verbal abuse, Esther took up fighting back.

Being not the most popular girl in the area, she had the least amount of rights when it came to getting into trouble. She was often slammed the hardest in discipline, but Esther, again, tried not to mind, she was given more work to stay away from the people that did not like her family. All work and no play was how Esther was raised, anyways. .

As she got older, some went to college, some did not, Esther was one of the few did make it college. However, after college, she chose to work for her parents because they needed her working on the farm more than working with her college education. Esther preferred the farm, anyways.

Now, early into her adulthood she still had not many friends, she bonded with some friends in college, but found herself more attracted to the ways of the farm, which distanced her from other students. And now, in the country life, she is less likely to get into trouble, and her life was beginning to blossom in a town that she was once deemed an outcast. She won some flower shows, which helped her gain some popularity amongst the town country. She was beginning to cherish the people that picked in her as maturity began to rise. Her education also helped her win importance among the town.

Esther was beginning to understand the concept of loving life to the fullest, when suddenly, she awoke in a strange, strange place. .

The castle

Aleksandr did as the Princess told him, "Seven years?" He asked. Her hands wee so soft. .

"I. ." He paused, feeling his cheeks turn red, again. "I think your hands are soft for--" his composure deteriorated. His voice sounded shaky, weak. He took a moment, trying to regain his demeanor.

"I would not have been able to tell. . Not that," he had not really held another woman's hands. How would he know the difference, he knew he looked like a fool trying to compliment, or console her. "I think the king, Father, was out of line when he told you finding a husband would be hard," his voice was stoic, again, more direct but still concerned.

He had a hard time believing he just stammered over the situation that happened in the garden. Aleksandr was not one for stammers and pauses, he preferred being direct. . And clear. But with Nadia, everything was hazy and different. .

The castle

"Oh, right..." The Prince said embarrassingly. He picked up the measuring cups, trying to dig through the flour. He was clumsy at first, but being a natural athlete, somehow, came in handy with good eye coordination.

He put two and a half cups of flour into the bowl. "How long have you been baking, again, Nadia?"

Be Yourself

I hope so.

Be Yourself

Sigh, world, why do you do this to me?

Be Yourself

Can I help the world come back to life?

Bounty Hunters

Will you be posting your CS soon?