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"Your form is too stiff, Tharu. You have to move as though your body is nothing but water." Nairth's voice was stern, but gentle at the same time as he addressed his son. The two of them stood in the vast meadow surrounding the entrance to Grovehaven Castle. The massive structure that touched the clouds from the base of a gargantuan tree brought life to all the land within a wide berth of it, and such fertile land was the perfect place for Tharu to practice the life-dance, one of the purest ways to connect to nature and control it, help it to flourish. "Do not think about what you're doing. Move with the breeze, sway with the trees and the grass beneath your feet."
There was much for his Prince to catch up on; having been unable to partake in any activities typical of the Fae (admittedly at Nairth's own fault) had left him out of tune with nature, and such a connection was pivotal for a member of the Spring. Tharu, for his part, was giving it every ounce of effort he could: He stood bare save for markings painted on his body with dirt, following the instructions given to him by his father to the best of his ability. Right now, though, the dance looked less like being one with nature and more like being full of liquor. The Spring King allowed a sigh to escape him. "Keep practicing, I will be back to see your progress in a short time, Tharu."
Nairth turned to walk back to the castle, hands locked between his back as the sapphire colored cloak wrapped lazily around his waist dragged behind him. Tharu needed quiet, and he would only be held back by the elder San'Seya's contant instruction. Besides, there was something else that Nairth had to tend to. The splendor of the grand hall was a comfort in the trying times he found himself at odds with, the tall windows that allowed cascades of sunlight to bathe his body calmed his troubled mind even on the worst of days. It felt heavenly against his bared chest.
Nairth almost expected to find his Chamberlain here, enjoying the sun or bathing in the springs built underneath the windows, but the place was empty. Likely she was tending to her plants. Elowen had a passion for raising life in a more practical manner; with traditional gardening rather than exclusively using Fae power. The King couldn't say he understood the enjoyment she got out of it, but certainly he admired the dedication. It only served to show how truly well she fit his court.
Sure enough, as Nairth made his way to the large garden she'd begun at the bottom of the small slope behind the castle base, he saw the lovely young woman tending to her work, a spring in her step and a lithe in her voice. "Elowen." He murmured, just softly enough to get her attention. "I was hoping to speak with you for a spell, if you aren't too busy."
Elowen Praeda
There was much for his Prince to catch up on; having been unable to partake in any activities typical of the Fae (admittedly at Nairth's own fault) had left him out of tune with nature, and such a connection was pivotal for a member of the Spring. Tharu, for his part, was giving it every ounce of effort he could: He stood bare save for markings painted on his body with dirt, following the instructions given to him by his father to the best of his ability. Right now, though, the dance looked less like being one with nature and more like being full of liquor. The Spring King allowed a sigh to escape him. "Keep practicing, I will be back to see your progress in a short time, Tharu."
Nairth turned to walk back to the castle, hands locked between his back as the sapphire colored cloak wrapped lazily around his waist dragged behind him. Tharu needed quiet, and he would only be held back by the elder San'Seya's contant instruction. Besides, there was something else that Nairth had to tend to. The splendor of the grand hall was a comfort in the trying times he found himself at odds with, the tall windows that allowed cascades of sunlight to bathe his body calmed his troubled mind even on the worst of days. It felt heavenly against his bared chest.
Nairth almost expected to find his Chamberlain here, enjoying the sun or bathing in the springs built underneath the windows, but the place was empty. Likely she was tending to her plants. Elowen had a passion for raising life in a more practical manner; with traditional gardening rather than exclusively using Fae power. The King couldn't say he understood the enjoyment she got out of it, but certainly he admired the dedication. It only served to show how truly well she fit his court.
Sure enough, as Nairth made his way to the large garden she'd begun at the bottom of the small slope behind the castle base, he saw the lovely young woman tending to her work, a spring in her step and a lithe in her voice. "Elowen." He murmured, just softly enough to get her attention. "I was hoping to speak with you for a spell, if you aren't too busy."
Elowen Praeda