The Royal Search

[Aptrotta 162]

The carriage practically flew over the Earth as the horses swiftly pulled it through the forest away from the campsite. Light danced on the tree trunks and the dirst as the carraige passed. Every so often, the man at the reins interupeted the noise of the hooves beating the ground with a short yell. "Hyaw!" he would scream into the darkness, the horses speeding up. Inside the carriage sat a woman dressed in fine Gallmorian clothes. She wore an Old Gallmorian dress with a small bustle under the dark red fabric. Her sleeves were short, stopped just below the shoulder. To cover her arms, she wore long white gloves witch went past her elbows. In her hands she held a small leter sealed with wax. She turned her head to the right to look at the small window as the man at the reins shouted again. Her lips curved upwards into a thin smile as she shook her head. She tapped the toe of her boot on the floor as she let her right hand smooth out the ruffles on her dress. "How much longer?" she asked.

"Almost there Slyvia! Can not be much longer!" he answers politely.

She turns her head, her right hand moves towards the small leter. She sighs as she begins to tear the envelope in half, scraps of paper falling to the floor. "Harrison does not need to see this..." she mutters to herself. She yawns,, her eyelids begining to feel heavy.

Sunlight pours into the carriage as her eyes flutter open, the horses begining to slow down. The man at the reins begins to yell. "Lady Sylvia, we have arrived." She smiles as she begins to stand up, her right hand holding a small clutch. She pushes the door of the carriage open, rays of light filling the room. She pushes her large feather hat up with her left hand reaving her face to the world. Emerald green eyes, perfect skin, beutiful brown hair resting on her right shoulder, full pink lips, high cheek bbones, and a ttiny nose curved upward in the front. A living representation of Gallmorian beauty. Head hed high, she began to speak. "People of Anthos. King Harrison Geminin and son, Prince Cyrus Geminine, are seeking for the rest of the royal family. If you are of Geminine blood, please speak to the King,, the Prince, or myself. The following are also being looked for. The Ashby Family, the Archidamonds, and the Althereds.. If you know or are any of the previously mentioned people, please tell me." Lady Syliva blinks as she surveys the crowd looking for people who wish to speak.

[Aptrotta 162]

((done on a phone, sorrry for format and errors))

[3andD 1722]

"Who?"

[Lark 2227]

Lark glances at the vial of Aliestor's blood he took when he was sleeping as he hears word that the Geminines are rebuilding their family...again.

[Aptrotta 162]

 ((Of which there were many))

((yeah, sorry... I did this on my phone since I dont have my laptop any more... Will be fixed as soon as possible. I promise))

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Cyrus nods as word reaches him of Lady Slyvia's arival

[Wode 330]

Wherever the living **** this is occurring since no context is given, N'guemo watches the carriage draw up. He stares at the world's most perfectly described woman and, pulling out a great big knife, walks up to the door she's standing in. Pouting, he subsequently goes to stab her in the thigh.

[Aptrotta 162]

Lady Syliva screams as a blade pierces her flesh, her hand darting down to cover the wound. Blood begins to trickle out from the gash landing on the cold stone pathway leading into Abresi.

[Wode 330]

Lady Syliva screams as a blade pierces her flesh, her hand darting down to cover the wound. Blood begins to trickle out from the gash landing on the cold stone pathway leading into Abresi.

 

Shrugs and leaves the knife deeply embedded in her leg as he pulls another from its sheath. He takes a step up onto the carriage and stabs it at her other thigh

[Knox213 10]

"Who?"

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.