Lolendalia

:? *Cries for bieng called a name* Pompous! Ignorant! Narcissistic man! (( Juuussst kidding!)) -Mina

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Fragments of the mornings light filtered though the pretty stain glass window at the head of her bed, the moon having sunk beneath the horizon, the velvety night sky spinning until the sun had risen, her rays of gold and rouge tones, violets and beautiful arrays of various colors. The wafting scent of freshly made bisquits, fresh bacon bieng cooked on the metal sheets beneath her room, the sizzling she could almost hear. Lolen opened her eyes, blinking them, letting her long lashes flicker from the tops of her cheeks to just beneath her pale, finely arched brows. She yawned, placing the back of one of her small ivory hands to her china doll lips before removing the entwined hand from it's place. Her silky hair tangled, though not as much as she had expected, the covers in a dissarray about the bed. It seemed she had moved quite a bit that night, her dreams having invaded her thoughts. Terrible things, dreams such as those. She had watched as her father was brutally murdered, the sound of metal against metal clanging out into the darkened night sky of her horrendous dream, the spatter of fresh blood, with it's tang smell and sticky component as it spattered the ground. The beast itself was enough to frighten her, though she could not seem to open her eyes. The beast, with its terrible serpentine body, scales of the blackest coal, it's wings those of a large and ugly bat, spread wide as it swooped down upon the man, slicing her father's head from his shoulders. His vague green eyes upturned as the head went rolling, his tauny hair gathering dirt as it shifted on his head, peeling away from his scalp. The beast -A Black Guard!- had turned towards her, spotting her in the dark as she hid behind the large trees with their extended boughs of leafless twigs. The creatures eyes gleamed white, like those of a cat's, the skin black as coal and as though made of rock. Staring at her, through the ghastly orbs. A smirk, a twisted and gruesome smirk had wound itself about the creatures thin and badly burned lips. A soft hiss had made it's way through them, as though a snake lay close by. Then... It swooped down upon her, as she had thrown herself to the ground, flinging her arms about her head. She had felt the slice of the blackened blade slice through the back of her arm, the trickle of her own blood streaming from the wound. Not too severe, though bad enough to make her whimper. The beast had circled about, to attack her once again, but as it made to swoop upon her she woke up, finding herself in the lavish room, the drapes of the windows drawn. Her heart continued to laboriously thump in it's cage within her flesh as she sat up, rather too quickly, her head spinning wiledly. She turned her head to the side, a scatter of darkened spots on the sheets caught her gaze. Blood.. She had bled in the dream. Silently, shakily, with legs of jello feeling, she walked to the mirror on the other side of the wall, it's beautifully carved and shined cherry wood glinting as the sunlight poured in. She turned to the side, her nightgown crinkled at the hem, the lace sticking to her legs. In the mirror, she saw what she had feared, a deep ghash across the backside of her arm, dried blood already having made a clot for the seemingly unreal thing. How? How had something that could invade her dreams, invade reality? She ran her hands over the dried, crusted blood, flinching a bit, pain flitting across her face. It stung, burned, tinked at her. She quickly removed her hand. She was not safe here.. Not at all. Not if such creatures that could invade a persons dreams, even in a house surrounded and swathed in magic, could invade her reality. She swiftly ran to the armoir, pulling open the doors and grabbing a simple midnight blue, velvet dress, tightening the corset about her waste and tying the front before slipping it over her head and lacing the back herself. She slid on the small slippers, running a brush through her hair as quicky as she could, leaving it to whisp about her face as she ran from the room. Down the hall she walked briskly, her thoughts and fears overwhelming her current state of mind.. She had run into Aryola, who was bringing breakfast to her room, yet continued her pace, not stopping, not looking back. She must know who the Host was.. She must! If it was not going to be revealed to her.. she must leave. She would bring no more harm into the house, nor to the inhabitants. (( Woo.. I think it's a little longer than I expected.. But enjoy.. Once again, feel free to join.. Add in! Come on!! -Mina Bunny?))

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The air about her seemed to sparkle and shimmer with magic, the house itself seemed to buzz with it. The velvety sky above her sparkled with flickering stars, that seemed to wink at her from their abyss of darkness, the moon shining upon the lake beneath the large stain glass window of scenery consisting of a rather peaceful forest, a deer upon the hill. Aryola had brought her a new dress that she had purchased in the market, a lavender dress with a princess style and midnight sash to go about her waste. It was meant to be long, to cover the periwinkle sandals that went with the lavish outfit. She turned away from the window, having been leaning onto the sill so that she might look further out into the quiet, magic city. All of Andorel, it seemed, emanated with the magic that glowed about the Serilliant, twining about her white marble and crystal columns, her glass windows aglow and shining. She smiled a bit, shaking her head slowly before setting her small bare feet onto the dragon skin carpet, her heels touching the cool tile floor as she walked to the armoir that stood beside the bed. Her nightgown, Aryola had said, was made purposely for her, the silk and lace hemming feeling a bit too overdone for her tastes, though she would not complain. A simple sheet would have done if it was all she had. Her supper had been brought to her, by a woman who looked to be about mid-life of age... her tauny hair greying and her eyes creasing slightly at the outer edges. She had ate silently, pleasantly enjoying all that she could of the food. Her meal had consisted of Venison garnished in a bitter-sweet chocolate sauce with a touch of chili pepper, fresh sweet roles from the bakery, who seemed to remain open at all hours of the day, well water which had been purified through magic in it's own little crystal cup, sauteed potato and skins in garlic and garnished in a quaint little cheese sauce that seemed to burst with flavor in her mouth, green beans speckled in freshly dried and crushed pepper, sweet potato with their candy tops of brown sugar by the mouthful. Spoon by spoon she finished it, until she could eat not one more bite for fear she might look like a rather overstuffed pig. Aryola had come to sit with her now, to speak of things they had each encountered or what they planned to do.. Where they planned to go. It seemed that Aryola wanted to become a member of a traveling theatric group, who called themselves "Destruction of the Wise." She wanted to smell the smells of the stage, the fresh wood and musk, the white paint she would spread upon her pretty face, the lipstick she might acquire, the outfits with their pretty little bells and extra cloth to spin about them like the marionetts they seemed, upon the stage. She had become a loyal friend to her, she felt, and she hoped that she got her wish, and that she would carry on her memories of Lolen after she left. With Aryola having left, she stripped of the slippers, setting them gently to the floor. She felt safe for now. Perhaps she would feel safe here forever. No.. Best not to think of that... She did not want to place her friends, and the still unknown Host in danger, it would be unwise and ungrateful, and for this, she seemed to think that she had grown ungrateful. By the time she meant to sleep, her stomach was so full, the she nearly rolled right onto her back. A soft giggle made it's way past her lips, before she snuggled down deep beneath the covers, the warmth emanating from the feather-stuffed luxury. Her fingers entwined in her hair, she slept.. Though the dreams were those of terror and death, despare and hostile movement.. of her past and those who haunted her future.... (( Thanks! Have fun reading it.. If it needs improvement.. Tell me? Lol. Anyone's welcome to join whenever they feel like it.. By the way. ))

With the shaking having stopped, she found herself opening her eyes, her hands clutched to the remaining stone of the white washed bridge. How had she made it to the other side? She surely had not stepped or ran, she would have most likely fallen into the boiling water below, whose sulfer drifted to her, drenching her. Various heads poked from large stain glass windows, their fashionable white poudered wigs and pale skin, gems, gems, gems everywhere. The rubies, saphires, emeralds, opals, pearls, all glinting in the dimming light. She scrambled over the side of the rock, scraping her knees and forearms as she did so. Ladies in their cinched dresses and billowing sleeves, tall and thin as most would be.. Men in their suits and swords to their belts all staring at her from the buildings. Quietly, Lolen looked about, the white cobblestones of the streets clean and shining, the houses all white and pitched in color. What a combination of art and contrast. A girl had walked toward her, it seemed this was a town of Nobles, surely it was... for the girl wore silk sheen in midnight blue about her arms, and cream colored.. silk? No.. it was cotton, though soft and sparkling about her waste and body. She, too, wore lavish clothing. With a small hand, she helped Lolen to her feet, most of the nosey Nobles having dissappeared into their homes, no longer interested in the strange, rather ruffled looking child. Aryola, she said her name was- the girl. She worked for her owner, who had seen Lolen's attempt at crossing the bridge, and obvious success. This town, was indeed the town of Nobles and White Guards.. That frightened Lolen, though Aryola promised her that the they would not find her here. For her owner promised them security in the home. Down the white and cobbled streets they walked, chattering away, until Aryola turned sharply towards the house at the end of the street, the three story building looking rather cheerful to her. The vines of morning glories twining their way about the white-washed iron fence, up the sides of the house and over the shutters of Midnight blue. It seemed everything about this house was cream or blue. Aryola had said that this was because every house held various colors, whose servants followed those colors, showing the status of the house. Aryola also told her that the owner of this house was one of the most magnificent of people who resided here, much more then any Noble. She sat on the bed, sinking into the feather filled down comforter on the bed, the large cherrywood posts rising to the cieling, midnight blue lace strung between them, curtains about that, though tied open in sashes now. Aryola had told her but a few things of her Host.. Who had offered her every luxury in the world. And now she sat thinking of the hot bath that waited for her in the room to the left, through those large, magnificently carved doors of stone. The sound of running water reached her ears, as well as the smell of Roses wafting about the room. The skin rug on the floor must surely be that of a dragon, so thick and tough it was. Swiftly, Lolen moved from the bed, stripping of her clothes and placing them on the back of the cherrywood chair at the desk, and wandering through the doors. She stared speechlessly, no words present in her mind, the astonishement having found it's way to overthrow her. The tub, lay at least eight feet long and eight feet deep, filled to the brim with warm water from the boiling river, having been used as bath water when mixed with cold well water, sent through stone pipes to all buildings in the city. A mass of velvet draperies hung about the tub, for ones privacy in such cases. She turned her head a bit to the side, running her fingertips over the soft towels, thick and soft.. lovely. The water rushed over her head, as she rinsed the lavender soap from her hair, and her body, the water feeling good to her once caked and muddied skin. Surfacing, she brought her hands behind her to reach for one of the ledges to sit upon, finding that it was covered in what seemed a soft sponge. She smiled daintily, climbing from the tub and drawing one of the huge towels about her body, seeming to swim in it. Things had changed for the better, it seemed... But if Aryola was telling true.. The White Guard resided here.. It would be wise not to go about unless at night.. And what a debt she would have to pay for the sevices given her by the Host who had opened the house to her, and sent to her the servant who had become more of a friend. So much debt, she would never work her way out.. It seemed impossible. No coins and no work.. And so much of the things offered to her must have cost more then the house itself.. or close to it... But how long could she stay? How long would it be safe..? (( Do you like it so far?? I'm running out of idea's for now... *Sigh* Must go back to the drawing board......))

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Leaves and twigs scattered beneath the soles of her sandals, the soaked and cleaned cloth having thinned quite a bit by the amount of walking she had managed within the short amount of time. The grounds had become worn by her tracks, her tiny shoe prints left in the soft soil, whose icey permafrost lay lost to the world. She had moved form the forest, the trees no longer stretching above her in an endless canopy. Her large eyes focused on the rather rugged terrain before her, the destination unknown. She should have crossed someone by now, though noone had come into view nor had she heard anything unusual. Lolen's long hair tangled at the ends, matted and slightly dirty, twigs and leaves having gathered in the mass of silk when she had tumbled clumsily over a half-hidden log in the midst of a snowy bank she meant to cross. For now, it would be rocky terrain as far as the eye could see, for she could see nothing now, the air too clouded by mist and steam arising from the banks of the shore of the river, whose crashing waves of heated water smashed in her ears. The steam, though warm, sent chills down her spine. The distinct smell of sulfer reaching her nose, threatening to send her wretching as she walked, yet strong she was and retained the feeling, thinking mild humors such as that if she wanted to, she could cut the fog and mist with her nails, as it was thick enough. No longer cold and drenched, her clothing has become more of a misted blanket, her hair glistening as did her skin with the droplets of sulfer water. A cup she carried with her, having gathered a fresh dip of spring water tarry a way. She sipped at it now, inhaling the spring like scent of the dew which had gathered on the rim. The river came clearer, the rushing water over the crystal falls, the towers over head from the Serilliant, the White Guards fortresses and castles, towns and cities and outlying refuges. Though she knew she would most likely not be very welcome where she might have to go, she must try.. For she needed food, and the wild berries of black and purple and candycane red in the forest had been rumored as poison for those who knew not what she choose to eat. As she found an ancient and obviously magic forged bridge of white stone and collumns reaching high into the air, towering above the city, her grecian structure amazed Lolen. So this was Andorel? Perhaps it would not be as bad as she had thought.. it seemed nice, the painted white stone of the rather lavish houses of many a story high, the cobbled streets with their clean stones and side parked carts of wood and nails... The fresh scent of the Bread baker's shop wafting toward her from the other side of this rushing, steaming, flame hot river. Her feet touched the entrance of the bridge.. And instantly, it began to shake. ((Stick around for the next post.. ))

She lifted her head solemnly from the crook of her arm, the dancing, fading light on the horizon sparkling through the tears which showered and speckled on her pale skin. She turned her head a little to the side, crouching now, strands of the liquid-like hair cascading over her shoulder. Nothing could be heard but the chirp chirp twitter of the crickets and the seductive hissing of the snakes that lingered in the tall grass nearby. It had been hours, surely the Black Guard should have found her by now, after all, she was only a child.. a nine year old child. Perhaps they had given up, she didn't know but could only hope as she stood, leaning her womanly matured body against the thick tree behind her, the forest having already grown dark, the tall tree's branches expanding above her as though grabbing at the air, entangling it's once leaf filled bows into the suns dieing rays. The bark of the tree had begun to scratch into the areas of exposed ivory skin, rubbing and scratching until it turned red. Yet she refused to move, for she knew not where to go.. She knew noone. Tears sprang once more to the youth of her eyes, where all the power can reside, there was none here. Instead, the soft china doll lips parted, shock flooding through her then as it had never done before. Alone.. She was alone.. She thrust her hand beneath her father's pack, lifting it slowly before throwing it at a tree, the contents falling from their places; wooden bowls, a small dagger, wetstones, spoons, forks, knives, cups.. Nothing she could use. Her small hands clutched into fists, so tiny are they. She would refuse to scream, her head spinning in the astonishment of things that had already been or were to come. So much had happened, and what was she to do now..? Would she wait for the White Guard to send the Black Guard for her? How could they have missed her...? Perhaps they were waiting for her somewhere. She knew not, but insisted that she keep herself up and going, for the night was growing colder and the sky growing darker, the velvet spread already having appeared, stretching over the land, sparkled in glittering diamonds and eerie silence. The night would bring wild animals who would hunt, and she without a true weapon, would be defensless. She began to walk, the thin cotton skirt having become soaked thoroughly from the snow, clinging absently to her legs and hips and sticking to the tops of her feet, the rough cloth bothersome to her skin. Though this was nowhere near what the wool had begun to do- the long threads making her skin itch something terrible, making her want to shout out and curse at anyone who might hear her small reprimands... As the night grew longer, she wandered on... Not knowing where her legs might give out or her eyes might fail to see all obstacles before her. Not knowing what lay behind or what lay ahead... She wandered.. Alone and defensless to the wonders of the world.