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Norlanann locks her door behind her. Turning to face the room, she notes the armoire, bed, vanity, and a door off to the left -- a bathroom? She sits on the bed, letting her vulture settle onto the footboard, and re-laces her tall leather boots, grimacing at the crease they left on her mid-thigh. She unpins her cloak and makes her way to the armoire, hanging and closing it back up. Norlanann checks her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her earrings and pulling her hair back into a gentle crown braid. Finally, she stands, neatens the tuck of her top, and stills. A deep breath in and out seems to clear her mind.
The suitor unlocks the door, heads back to the main hall. It’s been about two-thirds of an hour, give or take, so her servant might be nearing the castle. Outside, she meets the castle attendant with her horse and dismisses them, throwing her leg over the saddle and relaxing into the stirrups. Nothing in mind, she begins to meander the castle grounds.
The suitor unlocks the door, heads back to the main hall. It’s been about two-thirds of an hour, give or take, so her servant might be nearing the castle. Outside, she meets the castle attendant with her horse and dismisses them, throwing her leg over the saddle and relaxing into the stirrups. Nothing in mind, she begins to meander the castle grounds.
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“Absolutely, your Highness, I understand.”
Norlanann turns to the newcomer, ears reddening at the prince’s astonishment. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. I am Lady Norlanann. If I am correct to assume, you are Sir Duncan? If you would be so kind as to show me where I will be staying, I would be terribly grateful.”
She turns to the princess and absentmindedly thumbs the edge of her tall boots where her slacks are tucked into them. “I would love to rejoin you to talk things over later, Highness, but I’m afraid that I seem to have lost my carriage, and my attendant with it. Once she arrives and I am somewhat less, ah, muddy, are there any plans for an afternoon tea or a social meal?” She smiles cordially, charming façade quickly covering her fatigue.
Norlanann turns to the newcomer, ears reddening at the prince’s astonishment. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. I am Lady Norlanann. If I am correct to assume, you are Sir Duncan? If you would be so kind as to show me where I will be staying, I would be terribly grateful.”
She turns to the princess and absentmindedly thumbs the edge of her tall boots where her slacks are tucked into them. “I would love to rejoin you to talk things over later, Highness, but I’m afraid that I seem to have lost my carriage, and my attendant with it. Once she arrives and I am somewhat less, ah, muddy, are there any plans for an afternoon tea or a social meal?” She smiles cordially, charming façade quickly covering her fatigue.
May I reserve Set?
The noble stands significantly taller than the human prince at around 180cm, with soft, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. It is immediately obvious to a discerning eye that her ears seem too long and pointed to be human, jaw and fingers light and elegant; but her features are too gentle to be elven. As she turns, her eyes spark with mischief, but she seems to smother whatever impulse came to her.
“Where I am from, they are called ossifrages. It translates to “bone-breaker” in this language. Here, you’re more likely to hear them called lammergeiers or bearded vultures.” She pauses, shifting her weight as the raptor stretches its three-meter wingspan and resettles. She laughs quietly, patting it. “There you have it. Do you have a favorite species? Bird or otherwise.”
Norlanann turns towards the approaching sets of footsteps, face lighting up when she sees the princess. She notes their surprise and hesitance without much inflection.
“Much appreciated, your Grace. It is an absolute joy to meet you. I am Lady Norlanann of Auriteaux, and I seek your hand in marriage.”
“Where I am from, they are called ossifrages. It translates to “bone-breaker” in this language. Here, you’re more likely to hear them called lammergeiers or bearded vultures.” She pauses, shifting her weight as the raptor stretches its three-meter wingspan and resettles. She laughs quietly, patting it. “There you have it. Do you have a favorite species? Bird or otherwise.”
Norlanann turns towards the approaching sets of footsteps, face lighting up when she sees the princess. She notes their surprise and hesitance without much inflection.
“Much appreciated, your Grace. It is an absolute joy to meet you. I am Lady Norlanann of Auriteaux, and I seek your hand in marriage.”
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Norlanann pulls her horse to a stop, pausing to let her company catch up. Hearing the carriage rocking steadily closer, she turns her mare to face it. The driver pulls the two draft horses to a standstill and looks quizzically to the Lady.
“How much farther?” Norlanann asks.
“Ah,…” she frowns, looking at the sun, then forwards through the trees. “At a walk? I’d say about an hour, my lady.”
“And how safe is this forest?”
“Very,” the servant replies quickly. “Nothing here large enough to bother a horse, let alone three.”
“Very well,” She smirks, looping the reins over the saddle’s horn. Wordlessly, she holds out her off-hand. Seconds later, a large, golden-red ossifrage sweeps lazily through the trees and lands on her heavy leather glove. “Good luck!”
“What?” A laugh bubbles from Norlanann’s throat, and she snatches up the reins in her left hand and spins her horse around, taking off through the woods. “Hey!”
After five minutes, she breaks the treeline, letting her bird take flight. Her mare tosses her head, and she laughs, encouraging her into a full run. Another five minutes pass, and she slows down, about one-hundred and fifty yards from the castle wall. She gestures to them, and calls her bird down to her.
She greets the guards at the gate with little more than a nod, and hands them her identification. Other than notifying them of her servant coming with the carriage, she passes through somewhat uneventfully. She proceeds to the entrance hall, and dismounts. She hands the reins of her mare to an attendant, but asks them to keep her nearby. She enters the building, running her free hand through her bird's feathers, and waits.
“How much farther?” Norlanann asks.
“Ah,…” she frowns, looking at the sun, then forwards through the trees. “At a walk? I’d say about an hour, my lady.”
“And how safe is this forest?”
“Very,” the servant replies quickly. “Nothing here large enough to bother a horse, let alone three.”
“Very well,” She smirks, looping the reins over the saddle’s horn. Wordlessly, she holds out her off-hand. Seconds later, a large, golden-red ossifrage sweeps lazily through the trees and lands on her heavy leather glove. “Good luck!”
“What?” A laugh bubbles from Norlanann’s throat, and she snatches up the reins in her left hand and spins her horse around, taking off through the woods. “Hey!”
After five minutes, she breaks the treeline, letting her bird take flight. Her mare tosses her head, and she laughs, encouraging her into a full run. Another five minutes pass, and she slows down, about one-hundred and fifty yards from the castle wall. She gestures to them, and calls her bird down to her.
She greets the guards at the gate with little more than a nod, and hands them her identification. Other than notifying them of her servant coming with the carriage, she passes through somewhat uneventfully. She proceeds to the entrance hall, and dismounts. She hands the reins of her mare to an attendant, but asks them to keep her nearby. She enters the building, running her free hand through her bird's feathers, and waits.
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