Post by Ashima DeLonia on Aug 3, 2014 14:48:56 GMT -6
"Oh, land! Sweet, sweet, solid land!" Ashima moaned the words as if she'd encountered a long-lost lover. Unfortunately, the land she stepped on to was not nearly so solid, and didn't smell like anything sweet.
The two consorts she'd arrived with stuck their noses in the air at the foul stench of rotting fish, and whatever else the sailors and sea-faring folk had decided to leave soaking in the mud, with hopes the it would return to the sea in the next high tide.
Ashima tugged on one of the girls and frowned at her. "Remember who you are not, whilst you are here."
Knowing full-well what she meant, her two consorts puckered their lips in resistance, and fixed each others stringy brown hair before following their leader deeper into the quaint, yet busy town.
The sky was blue and cloudless as they made their way out of the mud, away from the ship dock and onto a very flat dirt road. The people here were obviously of working class. Traders, and sailors, and beggars, and merchants. These three girls, however, were a tad bit out of place, despite their efforts to look homely.
Ashima had her hair in her usual, frizzy, high bun. An ornate wooden ornament holding it in it's place as messy ringlets hung down in protest. She wore a simple and very thin, light blue tunic (akin to the kind wore by ancient Greeks and the like). Her tunic hung down past her toes, covering her knee-high boots, and covering her waist up to her clavicle, was an ornately carved wooden, armor plating.
Her consorts, the twins, Phibia and Tibia, matched her ensemble. Phibia wore lavender, Tibia wore powder yellow. Their hair was also up in high buns, but held only with ornate hair-sticks. Their wooden armor only covered their waist, but matched the pattern on Ashima.
"What - may I ask my lady - are we to do now?" Phibia had caught up to Ashima and stood diagonal to her in protest.
"Yes, what now? What are we even looking for Empress?!" Tibia whined loudly holding up her tunic to expose her muddy boots. Disdain had crawled onto her face as she pouted, looking desperately back at the ship she obviously longed to return to.
"First off!" Ashima shouted in a whisper. "You are NOT to address me as Empress, here!"
The twins jumped at her sudden outburst, causing them to grab hold of each other and pout.
"Second... I... I don't quite know. Our main objective is to assimilate and observe. Understood?"
Tibia and Phibia almost answered in unison as they said, one right after the other,
"Yes, my lady." and "Indeed my lady."
Satisfied with her small victory, Ashima spotted vendors and merchants down the path and began to make her ay towards them. The twins followed looking rather worried and suspicious. She knew she probably should have hired someone braver and more capable for such a journey so far from home, days across the ocean away, but she'd known these girls since she was a child. If she had been born in to the family she claimed (or, that claimed her, rather) the twins she positioned as her consorts would have been her cousins by birth.
They continued down the road. The twins looking baffled and lost, and Ashima staring ahead in near wonderment...
The two consorts she'd arrived with stuck their noses in the air at the foul stench of rotting fish, and whatever else the sailors and sea-faring folk had decided to leave soaking in the mud, with hopes the it would return to the sea in the next high tide.
Ashima tugged on one of the girls and frowned at her. "Remember who you are not, whilst you are here."
Knowing full-well what she meant, her two consorts puckered their lips in resistance, and fixed each others stringy brown hair before following their leader deeper into the quaint, yet busy town.
The sky was blue and cloudless as they made their way out of the mud, away from the ship dock and onto a very flat dirt road. The people here were obviously of working class. Traders, and sailors, and beggars, and merchants. These three girls, however, were a tad bit out of place, despite their efforts to look homely.
Ashima had her hair in her usual, frizzy, high bun. An ornate wooden ornament holding it in it's place as messy ringlets hung down in protest. She wore a simple and very thin, light blue tunic (akin to the kind wore by ancient Greeks and the like). Her tunic hung down past her toes, covering her knee-high boots, and covering her waist up to her clavicle, was an ornately carved wooden, armor plating.
Her consorts, the twins, Phibia and Tibia, matched her ensemble. Phibia wore lavender, Tibia wore powder yellow. Their hair was also up in high buns, but held only with ornate hair-sticks. Their wooden armor only covered their waist, but matched the pattern on Ashima.
"What - may I ask my lady - are we to do now?" Phibia had caught up to Ashima and stood diagonal to her in protest.
"Yes, what now? What are we even looking for Empress?!" Tibia whined loudly holding up her tunic to expose her muddy boots. Disdain had crawled onto her face as she pouted, looking desperately back at the ship she obviously longed to return to.
"First off!" Ashima shouted in a whisper. "You are NOT to address me as Empress, here!"
The twins jumped at her sudden outburst, causing them to grab hold of each other and pout.
"Second... I... I don't quite know. Our main objective is to assimilate and observe. Understood?"
Tibia and Phibia almost answered in unison as they said, one right after the other,
"Yes, my lady." and "Indeed my lady."
Satisfied with her small victory, Ashima spotted vendors and merchants down the path and began to make her ay towards them. The twins followed looking rather worried and suspicious. She knew she probably should have hired someone braver and more capable for such a journey so far from home, days across the ocean away, but she'd known these girls since she was a child. If she had been born in to the family she claimed (or, that claimed her, rather) the twins she positioned as her consorts would have been her cousins by birth.
They continued down the road. The twins looking baffled and lost, and Ashima staring ahead in near wonderment...
