Chapter One! This story is old and slightly Blue-sword inspired, very much Enchanted Forest-based…expect a lot of short chapters and weird characters.
Erith sighed. "It wasn't my fault when I was born royalty," she thought. "All they let me do is sit around and talk. And embroider. Ugh. I hate it! Sickening, foul work it is.
I envy the apprentice horse-girl, even. She can do what she likes!"
Denii sat down after grooming the king's tall, fiesty stallion. "It's not my fault I was born a servant," she grumbled. My whole life is just work. I envy even the youngest of Rajitiiv-eik's daughters. She can do what she likes!"
Humans, thought Erith's cat T'shebak, they think they can do whatever they want.
Far off in a cave, in the mountains of T'alib, a dragon named Shpardith waited anxiously for the wizard.
"Oh, I hope he arrives quietly," she thought. "That poof-I'm-here stuff is so annoying, especially with the mess in my carpet that they leave behind."
Meanwhile, Erith was running to the stables at the very same time Denii was dashing towards the castle. When each of them came around the West tower, they bumped into each other and fell down.
"Um, are you the girl who is training to be Horse-master?" Erith asked Denii as they stood up.
"Er, yes," she replied, bowing.
"Cut the bow, please. My name is Erith."
"I am Denii, Erith-aik," Denii said, using a term of respect.
"Well, Denii. I was just planning to set out to seek my fortune," Erith said, hoping a half-lie like that would never be heard by her father, Rajitiiv. It was not what she had planned, but it was true that the youngest daughters of kings and other eiks did go to seek their fortunes.
"I thought that someone could come along. I guess, it could be you," she added, hoping that it would be.
"But what about my job?" Denii asked, hoping that Erith would not change her mind.
"Forget the job. This is an order. How about getting my horses ready? Y'know, the black one and the white one without the spot. I've got food for long enough. We're leaving as soon as possible. Meet me at the north gate by, oh, say about noon."
"All right," Denii trotted back to the stables. Just my luck, she thought, trying to convince herself that she didn't want to leave. Erith watched her go, then turned to get her bag and her cat.