~Unfinished~
Karsa Kala of House Kersla is known as the Emerald Nightmare. She was born of the Elvin Kersla line, a line the elves thought was done. Cursed into the shadows by Kaisera, Karsa must befriend an unlikely ally and figure out how to turn...
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"Karsa, its time to wake up." A voice gently nudged her out of her sleep. She looked up at her father and smiled.
"Papa, do you think we could go and sight see during this trip?"
"If you want to, my darling."
"All of us together?"
"Im not so sure, darling. Its a good idea but..." Krasov sighs, looking to his daughters face. "Never mind. We can do it tomorrow. I think your mother has already scheduled out today."
Karsa nods, moving out of the bed and to a stool. "I better get dressed then."
"Indeed you should." He whispers.
Karsa nods, looking to the outfit laid out for her and frowns at it. "Mama, do I have wear this dress? Its so morbidly outfitted." She calls to hear her mother's chuckle.
"Kari, I'm sure itll look better on than it does right now. Its your favorite dress and you know that." Rethara says.
"I know, I just miss not wearing dresses. Do you think we could make a different item of fashion presentable for the ball?"
"If it was our own ball, yes. But here, we have to conform, we cant have the Tribe hosting thinking we still are savages." Rethara chuckles. "But you also have to remember something, Kari. We cant have every tribe seeing your scales, they'd know your heritage and presumably want to kill you. Not many of the Tribes like the idea of the Draconic Tribe still being a thing." She whispers, lifting her daughters head up to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"I know...I just hate this. Can people really call me a Draconic though? Ive never fully changed into a dragon like Father has."
"You know as well as I do that you are a Draconic by blood. Your father is Draconic. You are too, Kari. And we must not show the scales."
"Do you think they will always be there, showing that i am of a Draconic line?"
"No. Im sure theres a way to make it not be there. Your father probably knows that trick. Now lets get you dressed, darling."
