Tiahla looked as if she was on a mission. The Elven princess was gorgeous. She was lithe, lean and elegant. She walked with grace. It was as if she were on a cloud and she weighed nothing. Her eyes were dark blue. Those who looked into it often felt like they were looking up at the starry night sky. Her skin was perfectly tanned to go along with her dirty blonde hair. She was a brunette that wore her curly hair down past her shoulders, rarely restraining it in any shape or form.
Her dress flowed behind her as she walked down the corridor, passing servants and guards with a smile. It was a modest, more plain-looking dress than she often wore. Nyri often got jealous of her, and Tiahla wanted to avoid that at any cost. It was mostly green in tone, and a semi-transparent cloak followed behind her.
At last, she made it to her destination...the chambers of her youngest brother, Rinar. As she reached for the door, the guard beside it spoke up, “Princess, I am sorry but th-”
“But you will not stop me.” She said, cutting him off with a glare.
The door swung open to reveal something that she sadly expected. Her brother was a handsome young man, charming and dashing according to what the ladies whisper in the castle.
He has short, curly hair that was a shockingly light blonde. There were random highlights of aquamarine found throughout it. It was a thing the kids did these days when they studied magic and did not have the natural arcane blue hair that some did.
He laid in his bed with a woman on top of him. All that Tiahla could see was her brother’s head, for the wing’s of the Seraph covered the rest of him. His head swung over with a surprised look. He moved his hand from behind the wing of the Seraph and drew a simple rune.
“Lende!” He shouted. The rune vanished and the door that Tiahla was standing by suddenly came rushing towards her- but she simply held out her hand and stopped it.
“What, go through all the maidens so now you must seduce our visitors?” Tiahla questioned as she moved further into the room.
The Seraph had large, midnight black feathered wings and pasty white skin from what she could tell from her nude back. The girl certainly wasn’t shy as she climbed off Rinar with a sigh and got out of the bed. Rinar covered himself up with the sheets with a groan.
“Why must you ruin the fun?!” He exclaimed, leaning on the backboard of his bed.
Tiahla ignored her brother for the moment and her eyes gazed across the room to the still naked Seraph that stared at her, “Put on your clothes and leave us at once.”
It shocked the princess that she would have to say such a thing. The Seraph was able to quickly put on her native garbs and leave the room. Tiahla then waited a moment before going back to the door and closing it.
“Our sister is getting married to Aegeus in less than an hour, and here you are laying with one of his noble subjects.” She said with clear annoyance in her voice as she moved closer.
Rinar tried to talk but Tiahla stopped him.
“Did you forget you are to meet with Isleen before the ceremony?” She questioned.
“And what if that girl tells the others which leads to Aegeus pulling out of the arrangement?”
“You are stupid, reckless and foolish.” The princess added as she moved to a wardrobe where she pulled out red formal wear for her brother to put on.
“She ca-” Rinar tried to say.
“Can have a wonderful ceremony, that is right.” Tiahla asserted aggressively, throwing the clothes at her brother who still laid nude under his sheets.
“Meet with Isleen within a quarter of the hour or I will be back...” She warned as she made her way towards the door.
“Oh, and do keep that worm in your pants for the remainder of the celebrations,” Tiahla added before she slammed the door on her way out.
Rinar sighed as he pulled the sheets off of himself and started to get dressed.
Rinar walked into the oval-shaped room. Books lined the walls, filled with magical texts from the elves' history and all the races under them. This was where the apprentices of the Archmage practiced their magic and learned new spells. His dark blue eyes darted around the room until he saw who he was looking for- Isleen. She was a fellow apprentice to the Archmage, and somehow continuously blocked his charms.
His outfit was a dark red, burgundy some may call it. It was supposed to match Isleen’s gown, as they were to walk down the aisle together. She may not be blood related to Nyri, but she grew up with the royals and in the castle.
He approached her with his signature smirk that supposedly went great with his great jawline, tanned skin and short, curly hair.
“Are you ready, my lady?” He said, bowing with great exaggeration. His eyes were locked and set on hers the entire time.
The apprentice no sooner had shut the magical recordkeeping book with a definitive *CLOMP*, then moved to return the bow as to not be rude. "Ah, Prince Rinar... you're...um... a bit earlier than I expected." The fair-skinned High Elf recovered from her surprise and graced him with a welcoming smile, though he likely knew what she was getting at... usually his escapades always had him running chronically late for courtly meetings. But this wasn't a normal day, afterall, and her Aunt, Princess Tiahla, most likely had a hand in making sure he kept his promises today, for her little sister's sake. And she undoubtedly had her role to play in that plan, too.
"I was just doing some last minute preparations for the Arch-Mage's meeting with the Seraph magi following the festivities today," continued Isleen, voice seeming to flow like a silky river from her lips as she put the book down gingerly into its place amongst a stack of others like it. "But it certainly can pause for you, my lord."
She was apparently already dressed for the coming ceremonies, clad in a sleeveless, ankle length burgundy-colored gown she had been asked to wear for this occasion by the Princess. Now she wasn't exactly a fan of the choice of shade, preferring cooler colors much like the fashionable blue highlights and streaks that ran through the magic-user's flaxen blonde hair, which was already done up for the ceremony in a tight bun and a small modest circlet set with an emerald jewel. Her own addition to the ensemble was a conservative vermillion capelet over the shoulder straps and torso with golden-threaded runic patterns stitched into its edges, along with a velvet hood traditional for court mages to wear -- though she kept it down for now.
Upon seeing the Prince in his handsome attire, though, she did have to begrudgingly admit the two did appear to be quite the colored-coordinated couple, and his keen blue eyes did finally catch the flash of heat in hers if for just the briefest of moments, as she stepped down from the lecturn upon gilded heels and gazed away from him towards the open doors. "We shouldn't keep your sister waiting..."
The prince continued to gaze into Isleen’s eyes as she spoke. “She and the wedding can wait a few moments. Prince’s orders,” He said with a sly smirk.
He grabbed onto Isleen’s hand and pulled her towards a nearby desk. “Sit and catch up with me. I have not seen you for a while due to my...royal duties.” Rinar said with a wink.
Rinar pulled out a chair for Isleen and motioned towards it for her to sit. Afterward, he quickly spun around and sat in the next seat over. The prince lounged back comfortably and stretched.
“How have your lessons been going? Learn any interesting spells lately?” He questioned. He finally looked away from her eyes as he drew a little rune in the air.
Faint arcane energies floated above his hand until he spoke, “Impetus.” He whispered instantly followed by the rune erupting into a gust of air towards the ceiling.
"Very well, your highness," replied the apprentice, as she took a seat carefully, making sure to fold the fancy red gown beneath her as she did so. "It is true, it's been quite busy here in recent days with all of the preparations leading up to this historic occasion for Princess Nyri." She caught his obvious wink with a sideways, knowing smile. "Though, I'm sure said royal duties have no doubt included encouraging closer diplomatic relations with our esteemed winged guests..." Isleen didn't finish the sentence, however, letting a pause hang in the air; she knew full well from the local gossip that he had been seen making passes at the exotic Seraph servants of Lord Aereus' entourage ever since they arrived for the wedding a few days prior.
Fortunately, the romantic tension eased as the topic soon changed to matters of the arcane, as her demeanor shifted to be more the proper senior apprentice watching her junior execute a solitary runeword. As the air burst forth with arcane energies, the female elf stood up and gave one clap for his efforts. "I see you have been practicing, my lord. Such a simple little cantrip can certainly be handy for impressing a visiting handmaiden or two, but if you need to put on a show fit for a Prince..."
Isleen's fingertips began to glow as if lit by iridescent turquoise nailpolish, deftly tracing two small runes in the air, one with each hand, followed by a third. The three sigils pulsed in tune with each other with a harmony his singular one lacked, as Rinar could feel the very definite surge of arcane energy reflect in the walls of the study itself. Her soft voice from before carried an echoing undertone, as she finally brought the spell to life: "Damhsa gaoth ciorcal"!
As these words were spoken the small gust of wind that the man had created was encircled by a greater torrent of wind borne out of nothing, as the two combined and formed a tiny tornado swirling above the couple's heads. The gusts were enough to scatter the few loose parchments from the desktop, and even started to rattle and lift up the chair that the young Prince was sitting in off the ground a few inches, even if it was only for a moment.
As the lovely apprentice magician maintained the energy flow through little stormy display a moment longer, her red runic capelet beginning to billow, she laughed with a distinct hint of merriment towards her royal visitor as he got her to cut loose and have a spot of fun. "If you can master this, dear Rinar, I'm sure the ladies will be blown away by your skills, hmm?"
“I already have plenty of skills the ladies are blown away by,” He replied with a sly wink as he stood up from his chair.
“And I do not need to sweep them off their feet to do it,” Rinar added with a chuckle as he extended his hand to Isleen.
“We are running a bit late, so why don’t we walk as we continue catching up”
The gravitas of the day's events and her tasking flooded back into her mind, as Isleen returned to that more responsible expression. She paused a moment, waving her wrists in a circle with a dismissive whisper of "Glan suas", as the remaining arcane energies infused the books and parchments that were scattered by the little magic show. One by one they lifted off the ground and started putting themselves back where they were before, leaving a neat and tidy appearance rivaling all but the most skillful of servants. If there was one thing she learned straight away serving under Deoch for the last few years, it was that the Arch-Mage could not stand clutter.
Her master's chores accomplished with the simpler cleanup spell, Isleen smoothed out her burgundy gown and took the Prince's outstretched hand at last. "Yes, let's. After you, my lord." The doors that hid study away from the rest of the castle opened on their own, sensing the will of the nobles to depart. "Tell me though... what do you think of the Seraphs that are soon to be your kin?"