Recent content by Myrcella Bochanan

Myrcella leaned back now, smiling at the prospect of being close to home. Well, closer than they had been in a long time, in any case. Just the thought of being back in her own bed was wonderful. Both the ointments as well as Grand Khordon 's voice soothed her. It made her wonder if students of...

Myrcella propped herself up a bit so that she could see what was going on. The bench wasn't comfy like a bed, but it'll do. Especially if it meant that she'd be helped. When Richard Henry the Eighth seemed to get after Grand Khordon for being late, Myrcella couldn't help but interject. "We had...

Myrcella held Richard Henry the Eighth a little tighter as he nearly dropped her. It came as another surprise as he apparently recognized Grand Khordon . No doubt that could only be beneficial to them. She lowered her eyebrows as Richard nearly hissed at her. Just what was all the fuss about...

Grand Khordon caught Myrcella be surprise. She wasn't expecting to see anyone....well, normal. As normal as an old man could be anyways. "I don't know what he's doing. He could be having a nap." She had no idea how old the Mayor was, but she was guessing him to be old. Most people seemed to be...

"I hadn't thought about it, really...." And by that she meant her type of figure. Myrcella had always been too wrapped up in herself, her painting and her siblings. Just that thought brought her mood slightly downward as she grew homesick again. She raised a brow slightly as the initial...

Myrcella's brows furrowed with concern for herself. "Do I really look that bad?" Had she always done so? Was she always regarded as being too skinny? She had some strength to her muscles gained from riding horses, but it didn't really appear as such. And as of late through their journey, she...

Myrcella smiled at the thought, her stomach growling again in agreement. "Really? I do hope that they'll let us. We haven't eaten properly in weeks. Am I skin and bones? I'm sure that I've gotten thinner since we had disappeared from home." As he enquired on what she wanted to drink, Myrcella...

Myrcella listened, though only partly. Her mind was all on the food that was being placed on the tables. So many baked goods, meats and breads. Her tummy began to grumble in spite of itself once the yummy scents took over the air. "I think that there's a chance that I might pass out from eating...

"It's pretty." Myrcella eyed the village curiously, just as the halflings eyed the two of them. She offered them a small smile and a little wave, yet wasn't too surprised when she got none in return. "Aren't they going to wonder how we got by the Rangers?" Neither of them were covered in...

Richard Henry the Eighth had carried Myrcella for weeks now. Honestly she had lost track of the time away from home. It was never intended, but portal stones had sent them far away. Her injury was also refusing to heal for one reason or another which made her very distraught. Yet Richard did...

"Fairbarin? I haven't heard of it before." She looked towards the rainbow, half wondering if Richard Henry the Eighth just made the whole thing up for her own benefit. "Are there always rainbows here?"

Myrcella smirked a little. She was a perfectionist; the oldest daughter in the family, so she had to make sure that things were right. One day she was going to run a household, so she had to be able to be the boss. She liked having the sun warm her skin, yet she still felt a bit cold. Still...

Myrcella was glad that the rain was subsiding. Yet she still clung onto Richard Henry the Eighth as he carried her, still tucked her head into his shoulder. The damp air was cool and her dress was more appropriate for summer weather. "I feel almost like a princess; hidden away from monsters that...

Myrcella smiled and blushed as Richard Henry the Eighth seemed to appreciate her look. "Well, there is that old thing.." She pointed to her tattered dress that was beyond repair. "I looked a mess in that I'm sure." Myrcella wrapped her arms around him as he hd her up. "And just think; once we...

Myrcella paid close attention as Richard undid her bodice. In truth she couldn't of gotten out of the dress without him, yet she couldn't help but have her thoughts drift to what their wedding night would be like... As the folds of fabric fell below her shoulders, she kept hold of it to...