The Moorian's Princess

The Spell Of Miss Aila

After destroying the sitting room and being given permission to use her weapons, Aila walked around until she found someone who could take her there.

It was a few minutes before she came across people, but they found her first.

Aila was just trotting down the halls when a thunderous pounding of hooves made her ears prick up. From around the corner came three young Moorians, two boys and a girl.

The children saw her and charged, Aila backed up against the wall in fear, she didn't dare harm the children of this house, but she had no idea how to deal with them.

"What are ye?" Asked the little wide brown eyed girl, she had long red hair pulled into a braid down her back, her flanks were copper with a blonde tail and socks.

"Where are yer back legs?" Asked the small boy as he poked at her hindquarters, he looked just like the girl, red hair that curled wildly, big brown eyes, same coloring. They had to. Be around eight years old.

The older boy poked at her antlers, "How come you get horns?" He asked with a slightly softer brogue. The boy couldn't be more than twelve. He had thick black hair and familiar Gray eyes, his flanks were a a reddish black shade with a black tail.

"If ye'd give me a moment te speak, I'd tell ye." Aila said holding her hands up and slapping the older boy's hand away from her horns. "I'm a Gaelan, they normally live farther south and're usually half goat. Instead o' getting the whole half o' the goat we on'y get the two back legs."

"Those don' look like goat legs." The girl said.

Aila shrugged. "Me mother was a deer Moorian so I got her back legs."

"That's why you have horns right?" The older boy guessed, an excited light in his eyes hoping he was right.

Aila didn't dare tell them that she only had antlers because they marked her as royalty among Gaelans, she was a princess, and Gaia had graced her with this form...and her magic.

"Aye, that's right." She muttered.

"Is yer Pa one o' these...Gaelans?" The smaller boy asked.

Aila shook her head. "Nay, me Da was Moorian same as ye lot."

The children gave her puzzled looks.

Aila sighed. "I don' know why, but Gaia wished to make me Gaelan, so Gaelan I be."

"How come ye on'y get da back legs?" The small boy asked again.

Aila was starting to relax around these children. "That be another story for another time, kiddies." And she started to walk away.

"Wait!" Called out the older boy. Aila looked over her shoulder.

"I'm Bryson," He said. "Son of Broderic. The twins are my brother and sister, Artair and Artis."

Aila smirked. "Which one is which?"

Bryson smirked, reminding Aila of his father, Broderic.

"I'm Artair," said the young boy. In sync, he and his twin cocked their heads and smiled mischievously. "What's yer name?" Said Artis, her brown eyes gleaming.

Cute, Aila thought. Twin cubs. "Aila." She said. "Hey, do ye wee cubs know where I can find the armory?"

"Aye, we do." Bryson smirked. "But yer far from it. I'll take ye there."

"Us too!" Cried the twins.

"No, ye lot better get back to the nanny." Bryson's tone hinted that he only said this because he knew he had to, not because he thought it would work.