crescent moon

{-joonepa-}

"your highness?"

for gods sake.

this girl does not stop.

"arielexandra, i'm here. calm down" i say uncamouflaging myself from the walls of the castle.

arielexandra has been looking for me for the past twenty minutes. all i request is a bit of time by myself.

i push my pink and white robes to my sides, straightening them out after being crumpled up against the castle walls.

"your meeting with pipauris, its starts in ten minutes, you must come with me so i can help you prepare."

i groan as i push the looses strands of my hair from my face. my wings flutter behind me. there isn't much preparation i need to do, but alas. everything must be perfect or arielexandra will have a fit.

i follow her as she scurries along the ground, her bare feet grazing over the rooted floor of the castle.

her long blonde hair, that contrasts with her tanned skin, swaying with every step. her pointed ears sticking out of either side of her head, and her white robes gently dragging along the floor.

she opens the door for me, i grumble and slip in , trudging over to the dressing table.

she immediately gets to work, powdering my face with red tint, she wipes my lips vigorously  with a gold and glowy powder. i lick my lips trying to get some of.

 then she moves onto prodding at my hair.

i watch as she loops and weaves her fingers between my brown and white locks. she braids them gently. then positions them and pins them in place. she picks up a brush and briskly runs it through the lose hairs. then she places the familiar pink flower crown on my head.

ever since i formed alliances with her nation, the elves, we sort of merged, she became like a lady in waiting or an assistant to me. waiting on my hand and foot, but also being a great friend and support. though i get sick of her presence sometimes, she is a great person to be around.

i look at myself in the mirror.

"thank you axe." i say to her, smiling back at my reflection.

she smiles then pushes her hair behind her shoulders.

i rise from my seat and slip back out of the doorways, i glide down the rooted halls and to the meeting room where i am to meet pipauris.

i sit in my throne. three wooden stools are scattered around the room.

i run my hands along the armrests.

the pink flowers, the same ones from my crown, line it up and down with moss and grass randomly growing out of it.

i hear the leaves of the castle doors rustling, indicates that someone has moved aside he thorny vines and let someone in.

i straighten in my throne and lick my lips a bit.

the door to the meeting room opens wide and pipauris walks in. she holds a copper trident in one hand. the prongs each look sharper than razors. her other hand hangs by her side. she walks over to me and takes a seat on one of the wooden stools.

i study her face. her pale deep blue skin, her light brown hair falls in coils over her shoulders. two shells sit on either of her breasts and a small white knot skirt sits at her hips loosely. she wears platform sandals.

her body is engulfed in a sheer bundle of white fabric.

a crown made of coral and embedded with copper sits on her head.