Elena of Avalor
Flight of the Jaquin
High above the clear, blue waters and several miles from the coast, a Jaquin named Skylar glided among the winds and ocean breezes as he carried home his precious cargo: Elena, Crown Princess of Avalor. It is midafternoon and the pair are returning from making an important delivery.
"Oh man, how much longer until we reach home, Princessa?" Skylar moaned.
"Not long, Skylar," she answered. "We should see land in about twenty minutes."
The flying cat groaned even louder. "Did we have to do this right before dinner? My stomach is growling louder that I do."
"Sorry, I had to deliver that token of our esteem to Princess Sofia on her father's flagship before they were too far out at sea," the girl explained. "Isa took a little longer finishing her invention and Sofia's parents had a schedule to keep."
"Well couldn't we have stayed to eat aboard ship? I'm so-o hungry."
"Nope. I promised mi abuelo y abuela I would be back in time for a family dinner. It's been a week since we've all been able to sit down together. But as a reward, once we land you can enjoy a delicious meal of all the pescado you can eat.
"Mmm… I can just taste it now," Skylar spoke wistfully, rubbing his belly in anticipation. "Sweet, soft, flaky…" Skylar started biting the air in front of him, imagining the subtle, tender flavors of freshly caught fish in his mouth. "Nom, nom, nom. Huh? Aw…, it isn't real."
"Just a few more minutes, old friend," Elena said, patting him to soothe his aching belly.
"Oh, I just need a little something. A snack to tie me over. Anything…" Grousing and groaning, Skylar looked down in despair and spied the biggest school of fish he had ever seen swimming along just under the surface of the water. Quickly his eyes got big as saucers, his mouth watered and his heart raced at the very prospect of such a catch. "F…food!" he cried out turning into a steep dive.
Elena shrieked as Skylar ripped through the air towards the waters below. "AAAAHH! Skylar! No! Wait! Stop! Pull up, pull up, pull u-up!"
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Isabel heard the door close. It had to be her sister Elena returning with Skyler from making the delivery. The young girl rushed into the main hall to greet her elder sibling, shouting at the top of her lungs. "Elena! Did she like her gift? Was she able to try it out? Why are you so late? Abuela and Abuelo were so disappoi…" Then she stopped in her tracks, confused. "Why are you all wet?"
Elena, who was soaked to the bone with hair plastered flat across her face, stormed her way across the main hall with a stiff, angry gait and answered through clenched teeth. "I… went… fishing!"
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this short bit of fluff.