Thread: Sand's of Time

Alyna could not believe that her father was not going to spend time with her. He usually never refused her. In fact, he never refused her. Before she could say a word, her father had left and the surprise on her face turned into a pout. With a 'hmph' she crossed her arms and turned sharply to face the stranger as if it had been his fault that her father left. Throughout his feeble attempt at an introduction, her pout remained. It was very silly of her to act so childishly yet there was a slight charm in it. She had often been reprimanded for her childish behaviour saying that she was fifteen and had to act like a lady but she had so much impulsive energy and spirit that she could not do so except for very important occasions or when her father specifically asked her to. She kept quiet for a while as the stranger twirled his hand in the air until he was quite embaressed and let his hand drop. Another second passed by and then she replied, Alyna. Alyna Gearheart. Then, she tilted her head to her left and stepped closer to look at him, her blue-green eyes studying his features. Landan de.. la.. Mangini, she said slowly, mulling over each syllable. I've never heard a name like yours before. Where are you from? Who are you? and why are you here? The questions that she asked him suddenly excited her imagination and quickly, she turned to see chairs and motioned for him to sit down. She sat down herself and patted the chair next to her. Come, come. Tell me about yourself! If my father says i can ask you any question, you must be knowledgeable. Are you really a Wizard? How good a wizard are you? What kind of magic do you do? the questions kept coming and coming partly because she had known no other wizard but LeArius and he was a very cryptic man who liked to speak in riddles. By now, her expression lost its pout and was replaced with a curious and enthusiastic face, her lights almost lit up with the excitement of new knowledge. She was already leaning towards him though her palms were placed firmly by her knees as she sat. Criseyda's eyes fixed on the door as it opened. She watched warily as a well-built man entered. He had broad shoulders and looked as if he had the charisma to be a leader. Yet, who was he? He came closer and knelt at her feet. His manners were certainly courtly. She lifted her hand for him and he kissed it, or rather the ring on her finger as was the norm. A new Sheriff? she repeated, her dark eyes unwavering from his. I was not aware that the Duke had appointed someone new without consulting the King. It was not meant as a rebuke but her tone could be taken as such. When he asked about accommodation, she hid her irritation. So she was to remain here for an undecided length of time, it wasn't a short visit. She had already studied the room and it was truly fine, she found nothing that displeased her. In fact, the colours and furnishings of the room suited her better than the dark colours of the castle. It was all the King's choice of course. He wanted to inject the castle and court with seriousness. This will do, she said in response to his question about her room, placing her offered hand back on her lap. When he said that he did not any answer though, a slight frown appeared on her forehead as her finely lined eyebrows pushed together. You offer no answers, then i ask you no questions. You may go, she said, dismissing him with a slight wave of her hand. He bowed and was about to close the door when Criseyda spoke up, her rich voice loud enough to reach his ears. Inform me immediately when the Duke arrives since he has the answers and you do not. He looked at her for a moment and she couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face but, at the moment, she did not care. That is all, she said, giving her head a slight nod. Once he was gone, she ordered her maids to make preparations for her to sleep. It was a long day and of course, the king should be told. She instructed one of her footmen to carry the message. The footman bowed to receive the order and made his way to the entrance of the house to meet a few guards. I have to get provisions for Her Majesty, said the footman.