heyy, soap?
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Farrim sat hidden in the trees, turning to his true form to sit in the trees as he watched in hiding, listening to her words. She couldn’t afford to feel love either.
“Well, this kingdom being one of War, it doesn’t have many happy stories. Good stories certainly, but not many have happy endings. Some good stories aren’t mine to tell, like how my gaurd Farrim’s story. Then again... I don’t often like sharing my made up stories, my father doesn’t like them, but I suppose my father isn’t here is he?” Tiana wondered outloud with a chuckle. “Very well, I’ll tell you a made up story if you like.” Tiana offered. -
"Oh, she won't mind," Claire spoke. Ta'ahine laughed, her hands resting on her stomach. "Of course she would, you know that Claire," A sadden smile reached Ta'ahine's lips. "It bothers her that I don't tend to my tree, or speak with the other Dryads because--" Ta'ahaine said, being cut off. "They're sticks in the mud," The girls said, giggling. "We know," Naira hummed. "What's this charming man's name?" Naira asked. Ta'ahine sat herself up in response. "Farrim...Farrim," She repeated his name, sounding sweet as it rolled over her lips. "His name is Farrim," Ta'ahine said, with light laughter.
"Sounds like you truly love him," Claire piped up. "Oh, girls," Ta'ahine splashed the water to them. "I just met him and he just makes me feel funny," Ta'ahine said. "That's all. It isn't love, I'm sure of it," Ta'ahine continued. Claire and Naria looked to one another, rolling their eyes and splashing the water to the Dryad servant with a smile. "I'll be sure to tell you more when I get to know him," Ta'ahine said, a fit of giggles leaving her lips as rose began to sprout from around her. "Oh, please do, Tally!" Claire mused, gesturing for the girl to enter to the water. Ta'ahine moved from sitting on the ground to standing within the cool water. The girls spent time chatting away, relaxing within the waters. Ta'ahine told them all about Farrim from what she known of him so far. "He thought of you as a threat to the Princess?" The girls laughed. "You wouldn't hurt a fly, even if you could," Ta'ahine laughed with them. "I don't like hurting people, you both know that well," Ta'ahine said.
The children looked to one another and hummed in delight. "Will it be stories? Like the fairy tales, Barin reads to us?" Questioned the children. "I sure hope it is," Annie said, sitting in front of Tiana with a bright smile. "Your father is most certaintly not here, and neither is Farrim to inform him," Barin said. "Let loose a little bit princess, like what Ta'ahine had said. Tell us one of those imaginary stories you have conjured up in that pretty head of yours," He smirked slightly, a soft tinge of pink on his cheeks. -
Tania blushed slightly before beginning. “Well, once upon a time, in a faraway land, two angels looked down at an orphanage below. Like yours, only the person who ran the orphanage was cruel and unkind to the children that lived there. Unable to visit the human world, the angels found the most perfect human woman in the entire world and took her soul, giving the soul to the orphanage so she could lighten up the spirits of the children who lived there. Not wanting her to miss her daughter, but not wanting to take too much from her husband, they took part of the daughter’s soul as well so that both parents could have their daughter. The girl lived an eternal childhood, living in blissful innocents with her mother and helping orphan children find homes, while also growing up to be a strong warrior under the teachers of her father. Some day, when the orphans have a nicer caretaker, the mother and daughter’s spirits will be able to return to the father once again.” Tiana told them, a story she made up to explain her mother’s passing and her memory loss to cope when she was getting used to her life again.
Farrim chuckled at how much he had affected the girl, almost glad she was going as crazy as he was. He watched her as many fears and worries melted from his mind, feeling like it was calming to watch her in the water.
(I’m thinking the trees tell her Farrim’s there or something.) -
Gotcha.))
A sensation ran down her spine as the female Dryad glanced to the wilderness. The other girls were playing fine, splashing and talking with one another. Ta'ahine lifted her hand from the water and clenched her hand, forming a fist. Vines sprouted quickly, wrapping themselves around from who lingered close and watched them. Confused, the girls noticed Ta'ahine's shaken expression. "What's going on, Tally?" Naira asked, frightened. The girls lowered themselves down in fear, almost disappearing from fright. "I don't know--" With those words, unsure of what was to become of them, the water spirits fled. Ta'ahine sighed and soon climbed out of the water. She walked a bit, looking to the trees where she found the vines wrapped around the figure. "Wh-Who are you?" Ta'ahine called only to find Farrim, tangled in her mess of vines. "Oh, I-I'm sorry!" Ta'ahine stammered. "What are you doing here? I thought you were trying to get away from me," A smile stretched on her lips, although confused, she couldn't deny the happy feeling that settled in her stomach.
"It's a nice story," Barin said, once she finished. "I hope the girl ca--" He was cut off with the children clapping. "Can we play a game, now?!" The children cheered. Barin smiled to them and nodded. "Of course," He'll tell her later when there was time. "Clarice, you're our special guest. Why don't you pick a game?" Barin questioned, pure amusement lacing his tone as he looked to her. -
Farrim struggled to get out of the vines, knowing he had been caught. He was about to turn into a bat to escape when she released him. “I- Uh- Well... followed to make sure you’re not a threat to the Princess. Well then since you aren’t, I’ll be on my way. Farewell Dryad.” He lied monotonously, getting rid of any emotion on his face as he walked away, his heart pleading to turn back, his entire being wanting to turn around, but not wanting to make more of a fool of himself he pushed on.
“Uh... well...” Tiana muttered, not knowing any games. Except the quiet game which her tutor quite enjoyed. What were the games that Dryad suggested? Hide and seek? “How about hide and seek?” She asked, hoping the rules would be as simple to figure out as the name implied. -
Ta’ahine watched him walk forward. Her heart urged her forward and before she knew it; she had been trailing after him. “Wait,” She called, hand grasping her wrist to stop him. “D-Did..You hear anything that I said?” Ta’ahine asked, her cheeks tinted pink. “I..Since you were following me to make sure I wasn’t a threat,” She looked to her hand, grasping gently at his wrist. How she could only imagine her hand, holding his ever so gently. The Dryad bit her bottom lip, the grass wrapping around her ankles tightly.
The children nodded and hummed. “I’ll count!” Volunteered a child towards the back. His red hair and hazel eyes looking to the rest. He walked to the wall, facing it as his hands covered his eyes. “One..Two,” He began counting. Barin smiled as he watched Franklin be dragged away with some of the children. “Let’s go find some place to hide, I know just the place,” Barin said, his hand out for the princess to grab. -
Farrim froze feeling her hand on his wrist. “This can’t work. It wouldn’t be good for either of us...” Farrim muttered before turning to her. “What would happen to you if you did allow yourself to fall in love?” Farrim asked, looking into her eyes.
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Tiana nodded, taking his hand and going along with it.
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Ta’ahine tightened her grip on his wrist. She looked down to her feet and swallowed thickly. “Th—I’ll be disrespected, shunned, I’ll be seen as an outsider. They ne-never seen anyone mingle with different species,” She stammered. “It’s seen as disgraceful, disgusting,” Ta’ahine said. “If they were to find out..They—They might just cut my tree,” She whispered. “I..I,” Ta’ahine swallowed thickly. “I want to feel love. It’s such an intoxicating feeling, it’s enchanting,” Ta’ahine said, lifting her eyes to meet his. Ta’ahine then flickered her glance to her hold on his wrist soon releasing from it. “It’s still probably a bad idea..” She continued.
Barin led the princess around the orphanage, having an idea where to hide. He hummed as he walked. Brain climbed up a few flight of stairs, taking the princess along. He soon went down a hall, going to the very end. There did the wallpaper that decorated the hall towards the end seemed to far more quicker than the rest. And a small glass handle stuck to the wall. Barin grabbed to the handle and opened it. Once opened revealed more steps, leading to the attic. It was a tight squeeze but, Barin climbed up the steps firsts. “Please close the door after you princess, if you want us to win,” Barin hummed, with a small smile. He opened the door to the attic. It revealed to be quite a clean attic. Used for storage; often times used for filing the orphans, those who got adopted and those who didn’t. It was a room full of history. “We can hide here, as long as we don’t move too much to have the floorboards creek, we should be fine,” Barin said with a smile. -
“Well... I have the feeling... I ignored it, because it’s just a gut feeling but... I think the king plans to end my career anyways.” Farrim admitted. “As you said, a vampire without fangs is a depressing sight.” Farrim chuckled. “If the Princess does marry the Prince, his Head of Royal Gaurd will take over.” Farrim explained with a heavy sigh. “When that happens, I could come here and use my skills to defend your tree.” Farrim offered after a long silence. He knew what happened to a Dryad if their tree was destroyed, and now he couldn’t bear to walk away from her.
Tania giggled softly as she closed the door, sitting carefully on the floor. “I wonder if I’ve ever played this before.” She whispered, not trying to remember because of fear for head ache. -
"Then..." Ta'ahine pursed her lips. "Are you willing to give this...this a try?" Questioned the Dryad. "This thing people call love?" Ta'ahine asked. She lifted her gaze to Farrim, a small smile on her lips. Ta'ahine's eyes filled with such curiosity, desire, and love. Roses began to bloom at her feet, and the Dryad shuffled a bit. "Of course, we don't have to start right away, sir. We had only met today," Ta'ahine said quickly, a nervous smile on her lips.
"Probably have," Barin hummed, sitting beside her. "Once we win perhaps it jogs your memory a bit," Barin said. "Have you ever looked into it?" He questioned. "Your memory loss, the death of your mother," He said. Barin shifted a bit, his hands resting on his knees. "I know it isn't my place to ask..." Barin fumbled with his clothing. "I'm merely curious, I suppose," He mumbled. -
Tiana nodded and smiled. “The servants were forbidden to speak of my mother or what I was like before hand. My tutor never knew me as a child, but he told me about my mother, about the accident where an enemy mother thought she made peace with crashed the carriage. He would have killed me too, but Farrim, who was still head of the Royal Gaurd at the time, stopped him.” Tiana told him. “At one point when I was getting used to my life again, I had a small crush on Farrim about it. However I quickly realized he was much too old for me, and he had just been doing his job, and I soon lost interest, becoming a one sided friendship instead, since he doesn’t seem to like me that much behind that respectful disguise.” She admitted with a chuckle. “Every time something triggers the memory I try to remember, but then I get a major headache and it slips away.” Tiana sighed.
“First I have to be sure the Princess and her Prince see this through... If the two of them could fall in love, surely there’s a chance.” He chuckled, unknown of the Princess’s sudden change in personality. -
Barin smiled to the Princess. He let out a soft chuckle. "You used to like Farrim? Now, that's marvelous," He hummed, gazing to the princess. "Though...The headaches are intriguing," He mumbled softly. Barin fumbled with cloth of his pants and bit her bottom lip, gaze flicking to the ceiling. Lost in thought, he sighed. "I-I could possibly find a spell to help you to remember," Barin spoke. "But, with this tiny book I have with me, I can't do it. I'll possibly have to wait until I return to the castle. And I have to be sure to do the spell right but, I'll do what I can to help you," Barin continued.
Ta'ahine couldn't help but giggle. "You laughed," She remarked. "For someone who puts up a mask; appearing to be emotionless, you have quite a lot of feelings pent up inside," T'ahine smiled. "I'm quite glad you're not as boring as you had first seemed," The maiden hummed, her heartwarming as she gazed to the vampire. "Tell me, what is it that caused for you to be drawn to me?" Ta'ahine questioned. -
“I don’t know exactly... A number of things I suppose, curiousity for certain. What drew you to me?” He asked in response.
“Really? You could do that for me?” She asked. -
“I’m most definitely certain when you had told me you felt no emotions,” The Dryad said. “I was certain it wasn’t true but, then, your eyes,” She lifted a hesitant hand. Ta’ahine rested her hand gently against his cheek, and rubbed her thumb against his skin. “I..I am so drawn to your eyes; the tales, the stories, the secrets, the mysteries your eyes tell. I have to find out, my curiosity won’t put me to rest until I do,” Ta’ahine said with a smile. “Maybe it was because you’re quite handsome, who knows,” She teased.
“Of course,” Barin said. “You deserve to know. What truly happened to you, what happened to your mother,” He continued. “But..If I am able in helping you find the truth..Would you accept it? Have you heard of “pretty lies and the ugly truth”..Have you heard that phrase before?” The questions spewed from his lips. “Because it’s true,” Barin said.
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