when angels fly away ;; evie

[Mnemosyne Lethial Chevantalier]

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The princess was incredibly melancholy- her brother had denied her the right to attend the peace conference, he was gone, her parents were ill, and her brother was away in Crowcalls. Truth be told, she didn't know what to do with herself. The servants answered her beck and call, but when it came to truly spending time with her, they always seemed forced and awkward, like they didn't want to be there.

And it wasn't that Tinker wasn't good company, the little bunny was the perfect companion except for the fact he couldn't talk. But Mnemosyne believed that when he snuggled into her arms, he was trying to give her a hug and telling her to cheer up. Even if no one else was there for her, he would be.

But even Tinker wasn't there with her in the gardens. She couldn't take him out when they had guests- one of their guests had mistaken him for game and it was all the young princess had been able to do to get her bunny in her arms before it was hunted. And because some of her peers were currently residing within the castle grounds while their parents were away at peace talks, she didn't want to take the chance.

Thus, she ventured into the gardens on her own. They were lavish and green, even as the cold temperatures were sweeping in from the North. This was due to the plant manipulators that cared for their gardens and were able to preserve them throughout the harsh times of the months. It was a trait unique to their Eastern region, and it was one that the Eastern Niendrans prided themselves on.

Well, Mnemosyne couldn't say that she was proud- she didn't have the power herself.

No, she hated her power, or lack-thereof. Her power was not really her own, for it's ability was supposed to be to mimic that of others, but she just couldn't convert the energy right. And even when she wasn't conciously trying to use it, it was working. It was zapping her own energy- hence her frail, delicate, doll-like appearance.

She would have given anything to be different, so much so that it was impossible for her to see that she was perfectly fine, just the way she was.

She stopped to watch some of the castle servantboys duel with practice swords in the courtyard. It made her smile, and she tried to get a little closer. A few girls were watching from the other side, and it seemed the boys were trying to show off. Mnemosyne found herself captivated by one in particular. Sure, he had a bit of a feminine structure, but the way he moved was breathtaking. She actually found herself gasping softly as she watched the movements.

"Beautiful..."

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^{TAG - Evie!<3<3
WORDS - 570ish!
NOTES - Hehe. GIRL LOVE!
TUNES - Cold - When Angels Fly Away
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[E'VATHRELLE Y'ISIS ATH'WOR'AEN]

The tomboy kept a tight reign on her magic as she went through the steps of swordplay, laughing as she sparred with one of the off-duty guards. He was good, finally a match for her. E'vathrelle was not arrogant, but she was aware of her skill with a sword, and it was good to be sparring with someone she didn't have to go easy on. Alright, maybe that sounded a little cocky, but she would lecture herself on it later, right now...she was having fun.

Some others were fighting with swords all around them in the yard, but luckily they all knew to stay within their designated spaces. Evie disliked sidestepping and having to change her strategy due to someone's clumsiness. Though on the other hand, it would be good practice for a real-life battle...if the rumoured war was to unleash its fury. On the battlefield she would have to sidestep allies and enemies alike, while engaging one or more opponents at a time.

The thought of a real battle sent a tingle of excitement and fear through her. It was enough to break her concentration long enough for her opponent to get the upper hand. The wooden sword grazed her thigh and she quickly shifted her weight to the other leg, so as to prevent as much 'damage' as possible.

She continued fighting until she pressed the blade of the sword to the guard's neck, and the onlookers declared her the winner. Of course about half of the girls watching, believed her to be a lanky, effeminate male. Evie didn't have the patience to take them aside and tell them otherwise. In stead she let the few who swooned....swoon.

As gracelessly as any of the men in the yard, she dropped into a bench, wiping at her brow with the sleeve of her shirt. Evie then undid another button on her shirt, letting the cool breeze cool the sweat on her neck and collarbones. With a slight smile she accepted water from one of the girls, but refused to engage in a session of flirting. The girl eventually understood and went back to her group of friends, her walk slightly defeated. Evie wasn't worried, at their age...the girl would likely have herself a new infatuation within minutes.

She allowed herself to scan those still fighting and the onlookers. Almost instantly she caught sight of the girl with the clean and fancy clothes. The small thing stood out considerably in this crowd, and Evie slowly recognized her as she moved her eyes up from the hem of her skirts up up to the top of her golden head. Her eyes widened and he felt the familiar tingle spread through her insides.

Princess Mnemosyne!

Evie had made it evident that she'd seen the only daughter of the king and queen, she couldn't take it back now and pretend she was oblivious to save herself some embarrassment. So she made herself look approachable, smiling bowing her head.

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TAG - Mnemosyne <3<3
WORDS - 601
NOTES - *excited wriggle*
CREDIT made by meee~

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[Mnemosyne Lethial Chevantalier]

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At first, it seemed as if no one had recognized her, or at least paid attention to her. She didn't mind, really, she'd rather be ignored than to receive weird stares and have people leave the area. She would never understand why they never stayed behind and talked to her. Did they not like her? Even though they'd never met her?

But this girl- she'd seen her- and instead of getting up and leaving, avoiding eye contact, or ducking her head, she smiled, directly at her. Mnemosyne felt her heart skip a beat and a blush rise to her cheeks. She squeaked and shrugged up her shoulders, trying to make herself smaller for a mere second. This is what she had been pining for, hadn't it? She'd wanted someone to recognize her for a person, to want to talk to her.

She couldn't let this opportunity slide by! So with a deep breath, she strode forward. It was like she was gliding over the grass towards the other. Her grace and elegance was of the utmost excellence. And as soon as she was in plain view, there it was- the stares. It wasn't as if her siblings didn't experience the same phenomenon when they invaded a group of tightly-knit people, but it was a shame... she just wanted to meet others and make friends.

"Hi!" he gave her brightest smile to the other girl. "I saw you practicing fighting and um... you're really good at it! I wish I knew how to weild a sword," Daenyeh'l had let her try to swing his once, but she couldn't even pick it up. Those who didn't use weapons on a regular basis often underestimated just how heavy they were. But now she knew, and she knew it was something impossible for her to do.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to ask your name so umm... what is your name?" she gave her most cheerful smile, ignoring the whispers around them about the princess's odd behavior. They could talk about her all they wanted, but they weren't going to spoil her fun today-- at least, she hoped not.

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^{TAG - Evie!<3<3
WORDS - 400ish!
NOTES - Hehe. GIRL LOVE!
TUNES - Cold - When Angels Fly Away
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[E'VATHRELLE Y'ISIS ATH'WOR'AEN]

E'vathrelle hadn't thought far enough ahead to figure what her reaction could bring about. She watched with wide brown eyes as the princesses seemed to float toward her, much like in a dream. Was this a dream? Quickly she took in their surroundings, and soon judged them as real enough. The sun wasn't out, so she couldn't blame her vision of Princess Mnemosyne on being out in the rays of light for too long!

One look at the others made her realize that they saw her too. So this really was the princess! Dear Lilith...

The golden beauty spoke and Evie pushed herself to her feet and bowed from the waist. "I thank you for your compliment, princess. We are honoured to have you as part of our audience." She raised herself to her full height, trying to seem as if she weren't looking down at Mnemosyne --despite their difference in height.

"Has her highness tried swordsmanship in the past?" Curiosity won out on respect, she just had to ask. Of all the royal bloodline, Mnemosyne seemed the most elusive. As Evie's luck would have it, she was attracted to this petite beauty like a moth to a flame. E'vathrelle would find out as much as she could about the princess, while she had the opportunity.

"I am E'vathrelle Y'isis Ath'wor'aen." She gave another bow, quite aware of the others' eyes upon them. If she was lucky...she wouldn't find an unpleasant surprise in her bed tonight, or in her boot the next morning. Evie knew that the teasing would be inevitable however. There was no point in her asking the princess' name, she knew it, as she knew the names of all the other important figures at court.

"Was my princess out for a walk when she caught sight of our child's play?" Evie gave the royal a lopsided smile. Surely their fooling around with wooden swords was child's play compared to some of the tournaments she'd seen in her twenty years.

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TAG - Mnemosyne <3<3
WORDS - 450
NOTES - Myyy Seeleeeneee
CREDIT made by meee~

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Mnemosyne expected the girl's over-politeness, and she supposed that she prefered it to blunt rudeness, but at least it seemed as if the girl was interested in her and not being polite simply for the sake of not blowing her off. That was as bad as being rude, in her opinion.

"Oh... no, I can't wield a sword." she smiled at the question. "They're much too heavy for me! I'd probably end up hurting myself more than someone else with one," it didn't hurt her feelings. She knew that most girls didn't care about fighting with swords. Most of her peers either spent time preening and primping for balls and galas or they spent all of their spare time in the stables with the horses.

Mnemosyne was silently grateful that she, her brothers, and her parents had their own stables. She wondered, then, if their parents were gone, would she have to move her horse to stable with the others? Of course their uncles and cousins lived in the castle, but in a separate wing... being so displaced made her feel sick to her stomach, and she would be lying if she didn't admit that it had been on her mind lately what with their parents' illness.

"E'vathrelle? That's a pretty name! My name is Mnemosyne Lethial Chevantalier... oh, but I guess you already knew that. You can call me Lethe if you want!" she would prefer it, she knew. To call her 'princess' was just so formal and stifling. And it was awkward trying to talk to someone who felt that they had to give you undying respect. Not that she didn't mind it in some situations, but well, when trying to make a friend she really didn't want those walls between herself and others.

The smile made her heart flutter, and she looked down to the ground to avoid having her shyness to be shown. "Well, sort of... I really wanted to bring my bunny out to play, but there are so many people there, I'm afraid he might be hurt." finally, she looked back up with a big smile. "So he's in his bunny-castle for now! I think he likes it in there, but I'm sure he'd like to come outside..." she took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I'm probably bothering you. I don't want to be a nuisance," then, something strange happened, she actually gave a short bow to E'vathrelle. Those watching them looked shocked. But Mnemosyne really didn't know all of the etiquettes... She was never let out to interact with others when she was younger: it wasn't her fault.

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^{TAG - Evie!<3<3
WORDS - 500ish
NOTES - LOOOOVE.
TUNES - Cold - When Angels Fly Away
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[E'VATHRELLE Y'ISIS ATH'WOR'AEN]

Evie couldn’t help but think to herself that the princess had simply never heard the right kind of sword before. She could always have a sword made for her size. E’vathrelle had seen the grace with which Lethe moved –applying that kind of movement along with a light blade and her petite body could make the princess quite the intimidating opponent. The messenger stored that idea in the back of her mind for later.

A hint of colour touched her cheeks when the princess complemented her name, and she bowed her head in thanks. “Yes, I’ve known your name for a time now…” The smile that played over her lips was a little bit teasing, and she blushed and quickly fixed her expression once she realized.

“Ah yes, this place isn’t too safe for a rabbit.” She was going to say more, like that her rabbit would likely end up in the royal feast. However she followed her intuition and kept that remark to herself. Evie had a feeling the princess would not have taken that comment very well. She supposed no normal girl would. Evie pushed at a tuft of grass with the tip of her boot, feeling a little awkward. It was strange, being so close to the source of her infatuation…

And without warning or preparation of any sort!

At the princess’ last words the tomboy’s eyes went wide and she shook her head, “I’m not bothered in the least!” then Lethe bowed and Evie found herself frozen for a few moments. Image in that! A member of the royal blood line, and her crush at that, bowing to her of all people!

This was embarrassing for Mnemosyne! She couldn’t let the others have the satisfaction of a week’s worth of gossip. Evie reacted and did something that could easily earn her a death sentence or something of the like. She took a hold of the princess’ arm and pulled her away from the others and into a cluster of trees, out of sight, “Prin—Mnemosyne…” How did one ask a princess why she bowed to you without sounding crude or thankless?!

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TAG - Mnemosyne <3<3
WORDS - 467
NOTES - Myyy Mnemosyneee~
CREDIT made by meee~

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As soon as she was jerked away from the crowd, she wondered if she had done something wrong. She had to have done something, otherwise the girl wouldn't be pulling her out of the line of site, right? She re-played the scenario over in her mind. She had started out obviously fine. She had approached Evie after being given the signal that she was able to.

And the conversation had been polite. She'd apologized if she was wasting her time, which was another plus. She hadn't done anything wrong there. She'd bowed to excuse herself... wait! That had to be it. She knew that there was a system in place, a system that she tried not to disrupt, even if she'd obviously failed.

"I'm sorry... I forgot," she whispered. She knew it had had to be an embarrassment for the other girl. A princess was NEVER supposed to bow to someone of lower class. She didn't understand why, only that it was impolite and disrespectful to them both. At least, she vaguely remembered being taught that before her connection to the outside world had been so severely cut.

"I haven't... been around a lot of people in awhile... I forgot..." she tried to explain, even though her cheeks were reddening and she felt as if she were about to cry. "I'm so sorry!" she buried her face in her hands and took a few deep breaths in order to attempt to calm down, but it wasn't working. The world around her felt it was spinning. She was breathing, but she felt as if she was suffocating.

Her vision went black, and the poor princess collapsed.

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^{TAG - Evie!
WORDS - 310ish
NOTES - LOOOOVE.
TUNES - Cold - When Angels Fly Away
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}