Recent content by Princess Dune

Like a sail she responded to every move, led by it across the dancefloor. »So they look, and they cannot see? « Onlooking eyes, insidious and sour, yet seemingly loyal and kind! They peered in contempt, oh was it the greatest of noble lies?! But her sapphire eyes gazed with a softness so...

At the last spin with Percy, Dune saw herself spinning and spinning away from those pale hands. Her dress rose and spun as if swooped up by the western mountain breeze. Into foreign hands, she was led, but ones she hesitated not to touch. The exchange was as seamless as the rolling dunes. To...

The layers of her dress swayed in the brisk pace they walked in. Layers of blue silk upon white and red, embroidered and patterned to the highest quality. Light veils and dangling bracelets. gems and jewellery. A soft rustle she made wherever she moved, yet so quiet among the chatter of people...

Eyes wandering, they fell once more upon the Lapine youth. But now was not a gaze from behind the banquet table, looking at crowds far and unreachable. Percy stood before her, bowing as was in decorum and said to be proper. But she couldn't quite unsee the hesitation in those blue-green eyes...

The silence that followed the toast was uncanny, but slowly, slowly chatter resumed as the crowd around the noblest members of society toasted along and drank their fill. Chatter of politics, trade agreements and alliances filled the air, but they were as fleeting as the leaf in the wind without...

A light cheer eased the mood as the folk went into a toast. Dune however kept looking at a suspicious trail of people whose attention briefly changed from the spectacle of the squabbling Amirs to their own pockets. The ripple seemed to follow a pair of pale ears that rose through the crowd...

She could see them... Those treacherous ladies puffing their chests and averting their gazes. With fans half unfurled and waving-oh-so tactfully. They signalled to each other messages in ways that were unheard of and not understood. This was the language of the courts. The language of...

A promise... This little walled garden of stale air, suffocating by pungent pollen languishing without purpose. Now adrift, higher and higher by each wingbeat, brought in the fresh air of the cool night as the last glimmer of light left this world. As if out of a dreamlike daze, Dune gazed at...

Dune only briefly showed discontent with the answer given to her. But she then pondered through it some more. Bounds and barriers and cages, one upon another, what one found chafing and what was tolerable was a deeply personal affair. One more remained. »Then so... What is your name? « Even...

The princes pondered the answer for some time. Perhaps the world outside is not less nor more frightening as told, it was merely different from what was taught as dogma about the mountain so grand and holy. Two more questions remained. She slid the box closer, so treats can be picked at will...

She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting as she heard the bird utter words, not those of curious mimicry, but actual speech with reason and thought. »But it was enough to get you here, « she spoke, the surprise slowly waning from the voice. She reached for the opulent box and took out a...

If it was as true as people said, ravens could very well speak. Well, more like imitate speech and not quite understand what they're saying aside from tone and pitch. Still, Dune could not dehort herself from speaking to, at least what to her appeared, an ordinary beast of the medium-small...

Was that the sound of fluttering wings? An Azrail? She peered down at the gardens, quietly observing it, but not for the flowers, moths or fireflies that started to flutter about. Two servants behind one large bush of flowers appeared to want to have some private time. They were unaware of her...

If she were at the tallest tower in Jaleyaana, she could see twinkling lights in the distance spanning from Sey'Kube on the ridge to Seluca on the coast. Perhaps even spotting the outline of the fabled castle Falahmat that lay some distance between them. But such would not be her privilege as...

She chuckled at the two. Not often does she meet with the aloofness of the courtless folk. It's easy to forget what whimsicalities you find in hardship. » My name is Dune, I'm local to here.« Her hand waved around to accentuate her words before she leaned back on the hot slab of stone, looking...