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Aylwen Dreamsong · 12-04-2004, 02:09 PM

Gjeelea's light sandals shuffled along the tile floor of the hallway as she walked briskly to her mother's apartments. She could hardly concentrate on going the right way, for she was too busy wondering why her mother had called her and Siamak to her rooms. Gjeelea made several wrong turns, careless mistakes that she did not realize she had made until she found herself in a completely different wing than the one she meant to go to. When she finally did find her mother's apartments Gjeelea was still wondering why it weighed so heavily on her mind.

Big doors loomed in front of her, and guards stood around them with looks of complete and utter boredom on their faces. They let Gjeelea through, and the princess knocked on the polished wood, passively eyeing the intricately inlaid gold trim on the doors as she waited for it to be opened. When it finally was opened, Gjeelea was welcomed by Homay, her mother's maid. With a tight smile Homay opened the doors wide for Gjeelea to enter. The princess gave a smile in return, a smile as honest as she could make it as she stepped into the quarters of the queen. Homay led her away, and Gjeelea listened half-heartedly as the kind old woman informed her where Siamak and her mother waited for her.

Standing with her brother in the corner looking at tapestries, Gjeelea could hear her mother explaining something about the difficulties of weaving to him. Her lovely, though rather simple turquoise robe rustled with the slightest movement. Gjeelea had learned many things from her mother, and spent more time with her than she had ever spent with the king.

"Good morning, Mother," Gjeelea promted, and she watched as both her mother and brother turned from their conversation to look at her. Siamak certainly looked more like Bekah, for reasons Gjeelea could not quite place. Something about her brother reminded her of her mother, and it bothered Gjeelea that she could not figure out why. His eyes? Maybe it was his smile. The princess looked to the younger sibling. "And to you as well, dear brother."

12-04-2004, 02:09 PM	#70
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,156	Gjeelea's light sandals shuffled along the tile floor of the hallway as she walked briskly to her mother's apartments. She could hardly concentrate on going the right way, for she was too busy wondering why her mother had called her and Siamak to her rooms. Gjeelea made several wrong turns, careless mistakes that she did not realize she had made until she found herself in a completely different wing than the one she meant to go to. When she finally did find her mother's apartments Gjeelea was still wondering why it weighed so heavily on her mind. Big doors loomed in front of her, and guards stood around them with looks of complete and utter boredom on their faces. They let Gjeelea through, and the princess knocked on the polished wood, passively eyeing the intricately inlaid gold trim on the doors as she waited for it to be opened. When it finally was opened, Gjeelea was welcomed by Homay, her mother's maid. With a tight smile Homay opened the doors wide for Gjeelea to enter. The princess gave a smile in return, a smile as honest as she could make it as she stepped into the quarters of the queen. Homay led her away, and Gjeelea listened half-heartedly as the kind old woman informed her where Siamak and her mother waited for her. Standing with her brother in the corner looking at tapestries, Gjeelea could hear her mother explaining something about the difficulties of weaving to him. Her lovely, though rather simple turquoise robe rustled with the slightest movement. Gjeelea had learned many things from her mother, and spent more time with her than she had ever spent with the king. "Good morning, Mother," Gjeelea promted, and she watched as both her mother and brother turned from their conversation to look at her. Siamak certainly looked more like Bekah, for reasons Gjeelea could not quite place. Something about her brother reminded her of her mother, and it bothered Gjeelea that she could not figure out why. His eyes? Maybe it was his smile. The princess looked to the younger sibling. "And to you as well, dear brother."