Night, with blots of stars, and the twin moons beaming, came with the play of the daring Tantalus troupe. The mage and the rat had managed to sneak into the harbor where the nobles were all seated to watch the show. The sound of an orchestra warming up, clashed with the chatter of excited nobles. The mage's first assignment was watch and make sure Dante wasn't coming back, so that way the rat-kid could take the ladder. They went past the alley, into a steeple and to the tower with it's bell. They climbed on the roofs, the mage left to conquer his fear of heights with the kind assistance from the rat-kid, which he discovered was called Puck. Vivi was the black mage. They slinked behind the last row of chairs, behind the nobles. As they turned around to situate themselves and finally gaze at the stage-on-the-ship, the orchestra ceased it's practice and the audience clapped. The show was starting! Vivi and Puck clapped along with the crowd.
Above on the balcony, where the royal throne was holding a large woman in colorful adornments, was a smaller chair next to it, which sat the delicate Princess Garnet. Her head was lowered in a growing sorrow. She had made up her mind, she was going to leave Alexandria and go to see her Uncle Cid. The princess lifted her head and briefly glanced at the Prima Vista. That ship was going to help her. She already had a plan. It pieced together in her mind rather quickly, but, then again, she had been planning to escape the castle to begin with. Either because of childish want to be as free as a peasant or because of the strange feeling that was driving her now, she did plan to get out of here. Still, that didn't mean she was guiltless. Sorrow continued to make her feel as lead. She'd leave everyone behind and if she were wrong about something going on...? She'd have broken her mother's heart! And the rest of Alexandria? What of them? Mother, however, was the main thing on Garnet's mind. What about mother? Will she be fine without me here?
Steiner watched as the orchestra started flipping through pages to finally start the show. The audience was clapping. He smiled. The princess must be so excited to finally see the play! She'd been talking all about it this afternoon, prior. He looked at her, to absorb in her reaction at it beginning to start. He was shocked to see her sad expression, mingled with a small tinge of anger. His face dropped. However, he recollected himself. Well, when the play starts I'm sure she'll perk up, thought Steiner and he nodded to himself. After all, she's been talking about it, all excited! It should be a beautiful play. Steiner rose his sword, the reflection slid off the silvery side. The signal to begin. The orchestra's music suddenly resounded and fireworks went off and confetti snowed the audience. The orchestra's pit lifted to display a stage with a scene of a castle. Queen Brahne was quite taken with the music, she rose from her seat and danced with the utmost glee. Garnet saw the glee and felt the pain dig deeper into her heart. She got sadder. Steiner saw and his expression went somewhat down with hers. Just wait 'til it gets exciting and leave without another thought or word. You have to do this, Garnet kept telling herself. You have to do this.
The music and excitement ended, leaving Vivi and Puck wide-eyed and wondering what more amazing things were to come. Then, onto the stage stepped a purple-bearded man dressed in a fancy and colorful robe. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he began. "Tonight's story takes place long, long ago. Princess Cornelia is torn from her lover, Marcus. She attempts to flee the castle only to be captured by her father, King Leo...."
Backstage was Zidane, looking about the crowd for the face of the princess. He finally caught a glimpse of her, sitting up there in the balcony. He didn't get a very good look of her. She was too far away and her head was lowered. He only caught a good look of her raven hair. Brahne and her looks could be spotted a good mile away. With greenish-blue skin and clothes so bright and gaudy, neither gypsy or bum would want them, she was sitting their pleasantly munching on some cookies brought to her on a large tray. Hah, like she needed all of those cookies! "Hey, Zidane, come on, we're about to start." Called Blank. Zidane nodded and quickly ran to his starting spot, trying to remember his first line. He was actually starting to get nervous. Not only was performing in front of so many nobles, but a princess--one that he was going to capture, no less! He cleared his throat and caught Baku closing, "..Tantalus proudly presents, 'I Want to Be Your Canary!'" The Orchestra started and so did Blank, with his line.
....... .. .
"Suspicious, I think they are becoming." Uttered Zorn.
"I think they are becoming suspicious." Said Thorn.
The two paced within the stone room, a hidden room that was directly underneath the Queen's balcony. It wasn't the room that you found by pulling the candle in the Queen's chamber. No, it was a different hidden place (one that wasn't quite hidden, but finding it might take a person a while to do). It looked vaguely like a dungeon. Vaguely. It just looked dark and dreary and dusty. They had all these tables and mixing stuffs, a few debris of crushed herbs sprinkled about the table. "Our items that we asked for have caused them to become weary." Thorn said.
"Something, they cannot think we are up to?"
"Look at us with sharp eyes, they do."
"We're only trying to help!"
Thorn thought for a moment, pausing in his pacing, then going back to the wooden table and picking up a silver spoon, scooping up some of the mixed, red debris and holding in there for a moment. "Truly, are we?"
Zorn stood there for a moment, looked almost blankly at his twin--dressed in the same jester adornment, except Zorn wore blue. Thorn was in a pinkish-red outfit. They were dressed like jesters, and that's what they were in the castle. That, and heralds from Kuja, and advisors. Zorn eventually let loose a evil smirk. "No, not truly."
Thorn chuckled and dumped the debris into a vial of orange liquid. A hum erupted from the joining and the liquid then glowed and flashed, alternating between yellow and white. Thorn took the vial and headed towards a large box. Zorn rushed over to help his twin, lifting the wooden lid and turning the stone knob, at the bottom, that made the fire rise. This fire was contained in a glass jar, shaped almost like a genie-bottle. The glass was tinted, you could hardly see the fire and charred remnants of other items inside. All you could really distinguish was a big yellow glow that symbolized the fire was turned up high. Thorn poured the liquid in through the top of this 'bottle', then quickly Zorn rushed over and they put the lid back on the box, so that the scorching smoke that was emitted, from the liquid being added to the other ingredients, would be absorbed in itself and therefore finish the wielding of this new weapon.
"We serve mostly Kuja. Brahne is just a puppet. Princess Garnet is moreso." They spoke in unison. Then Zorn concluded, "They should not worry that they bought these items, they are from Kuja, after all."
"They won't speak a word of their suspicion. They've learned it's beyond them."
"Beyond them they have learned it is."
"What could they possibly know of life and death matters? Nothing, or they would not be as so foolish to be so greedy and thoughtless--they would have learned not to be both at the same time at least. They would have been cautious. Fate is too sneaky."
"Hey, call this what will we?"
"How about Bomb? Fits its purpose."
"Yes, this new weapon will be...Bomb."
The box was vibrating with power, and a shape took over what was inside, shattering the glass bottle. A temperature radiated from the box (obviously a cursed box since the heat wasn't scorching it). Coming from it was heat sliding into cool, but not quite cool. From this Zorn and Thorn could tell that their Bomb was in its temporal solid-form. Zorn looked over the box with contemplation. "I trust no one will touch this box. It doesn't look suspicious or helpful, so they should not. It would be unwise to use it so early, anyway. It needs a few more days to gather all of its power, otherwise it's partially useless and won't bring the destruction it can. But I trust security isn't as tight as they say it is. Maybe I have nothing to fear? Maybe it won't be disturbed and I'm wasting my energy fretting?"
"Lazy are the Pluto Knights!"
"Yes, I trust they aren't really ready for anything. If we were to be attacked we would be doomed!"
"Let us go. I want to see the play! No one will disturb the Bomb, least of all Queen Brahne."
....... .. .
"'Tis foolishness! Why, if all were so easy, none would suffer in this world!"
That was her cue to leave! Garnet saw how wrapped up the audience was in how Blank was betraying Marcus and Zidane by being all-for the marriage of Prince Schneider and Cornelia. She silently got up from her chair and moved towards the exit, blocked by Steiner. Steiner looked at her inquiringly, but Garnet quietly explained how the excitement was getting to be all too much for her and that she would now go to sleep now. Steiner, slightly still seeing her as a small girl, nodded and gave her a smile and let her through. Sweet girl, he thought.
Her clothes were folded all up, hidden under her cape, which was hidden by a bunch of throw pillows atop her bed. She had a small purse that carried a retractable rod that she chose to battle with (should she have to), mainly because it was the best thing to use when using curing powers. Garnet had this odd talent to cure, she's been able to do it since she was little. Everyone saw this as a marvelous blessing and let her practice on. She didn't do much, but she was capable of doing more. Mother didn't all too much comment on her healing powers, other than say that she should be practicing more on how to rule a kingdom than such things as magic. Garnet got the feeling that maybe her mother felt uncomfortable about it. I wonder why, she thought.
Meanwhile, the play went on.
"Mph!"
"Aha!"
Zidane and Blank were moving on to the sword fighting scene as Garnet left to go put on her traveling clothes. The two men ran off the stage and thrust and parried within their fight. Zidane and Blank both had to drop on their side for dramatic ducks, and Zidane often dared to do a back flip, getting loud 'ahhhs' from the crowd. Their swords often collided, making some audience members jump. A particular black mage gasped at every time the swords bumped. When Zidane and Blank were through they received a lot of Gil from a very pleased audience, including Queen Brahne herself!
Zidane and Blank collected the Gil then ran....inside to Alexandria Castle.
....... .. .
Garnet got into her yellow-orange traveling clothes that covered most of her body and went over silken, white undershirt and garments. She wore red, leather gloves and a blue ponytail holder that held her low ponytail at her waist. Her retractable rod was hidden somewhere up her sleeve, locked in place by clever bindings upon her lower arm. She looked at herself in her mirror, smiled for a moment, and then felt the weakness slip in. "I can't do this! Mother needs me here and..what if I'm wrong? I can't afford to be wrong! Mother will be so upset and I just can't leave her here, so alone. No one deserves to be so alone.."
Garnet started to cry at long last; letting herself collapse in a nearby chair. She remembered of the time her mother and father read to her a story, and Garnet read it all by herself. It was the last story she read aloud with her father and her mother, for mother changed in demeanor after father died, so she truly did lose her mother. At least, the personality she was accustomed to was lost. Was Garnet alone, as she said? She remembered how lonely she'd felt as of late. She sniffled and dried her eyes. If she was so alone then there was nothing to loose, right? She felt bad, for what if mother should get angry? No, thought Garnet stubbornly. It's for her own good, I'm doing this because I care! I care...about everything.
After willing her tears and fear aside, she started to leave her room, putting on her cape and hood. She was now donned in pink silk. She walked around the castle, thankful that the Pluto Knights were too lax that they often left their posts. Chefs, Garnet wasn't worried about. For one thing, they hardly left the kitchen and if they did, they were absorbed in a thought of a recipe and hardly noticed the world around them. She was able to sneak by and arrive nearer to the exit without anyone catching her. Just then, she heard footsteps, right as she was passing the spiraling staircase.
"I wonder what part the play has gone to now."
"Wonder what part the play has now gone to, I do too."
Zorn and Thorn! She quickly drew in a panicked breath and wondered what to do now!? They would see right through her disguise and report her to mother, where she'd surely get into trouble. Garnet had to hide quickly! She looked all around herself, trying to think of where to hide. Zorn and Thorn were coming from...what sounded like the wall (there was a sound of part of it moving against the floor--like it was opening--and then she heard it close). In any case they were know coming from the hall she recently left. Garnet looked to the right, which was the harbor/audience seats. She thought of running out there and blending in with the crowd, however, she could hear someone turning the knob to the door that lead to there--someone else was coming! She couldn't run into the room ahead of her, either. She knew at least someone was in that room--probably two Pluto Knights. The only other place was upstairs where she would either end up in the throne room or her mom's room. Mom's room! Zorn and Thorn would never go there just randomly! She didn't have much time, quickly she raced up the stairs--trying to keep her footfalls silent--and she ran into her mother's room, locking the door and releasing a great breath. She stood still and silent for a moment, harkening for Zorn and Thorn approaching and, hopefully, their departure. She heard both. They climbed up the stairs when Zorn realized he forgot something. "Difficult to stand, I find you." Said Thorn. Garnet smiled and listened to them leave. "I suppose it's safe to leave now..?" She was about to open the door back up, but something made her turn and look around at her mother's room. Morbid curiosity got the better of her, I suppose. It had been a while since she visit her mother's chamber for no reason at all. Usually it was because mother summoned her here to either scold her or instruct her to do this or that. She seldom spent time with her mother. Sadness swept over Garnet again, there was so much she missed now that disappeared, but she still felt like she was leaving something really special behind. Something that was still alive that would die if she left. Garnet wished she knew what that was. In truth, Garnet wouldn't find out until it was too late, as is the way with all things. The best is always it's greatest in the final hour. In it's 'final fantasy', as was once said.
Garnet's eyes spied something sparkling in the distance on her mother's dress-drawer. She moved towards it timidly, afraid to touch anything that belong to mother for fear of getting caught and yelled at. But this was something that she recognized as a 'must have, must take, must touch!' It was the royal pendant! "I must take it, otherwise I might not be recognized among the guards at Lindblum!" She took the pendant and rose it over her head and put it on. Around her neck was the safest place she found for it.
....... .. .
"She has her mother's taste...she takes the biggest and most eye-catching thing to sport around!" Thorn spoke, he was focusing his energy to create a floating orb that showed Garnet putting on the pendant. Zorn was laughing. "We must hurry and tell Her Highness that her mother gave her no such permission to..."
"What's this!?" Thorn shrieked.
....... .. .
Above on the balcony, where the royal throne was holding a large woman in colorful adornments, was a smaller chair next to it, which sat the delicate Princess Garnet. Her head was lowered in a growing sorrow. She had made up her mind, she was going to leave Alexandria and go to see her Uncle Cid. The princess lifted her head and briefly glanced at the Prima Vista. That ship was going to help her. She already had a plan. It pieced together in her mind rather quickly, but, then again, she had been planning to escape the castle to begin with. Either because of childish want to be as free as a peasant or because of the strange feeling that was driving her now, she did plan to get out of here. Still, that didn't mean she was guiltless. Sorrow continued to make her feel as lead. She'd leave everyone behind and if she were wrong about something going on...? She'd have broken her mother's heart! And the rest of Alexandria? What of them? Mother, however, was the main thing on Garnet's mind. What about mother? Will she be fine without me here?
Steiner watched as the orchestra started flipping through pages to finally start the show. The audience was clapping. He smiled. The princess must be so excited to finally see the play! She'd been talking all about it this afternoon, prior. He looked at her, to absorb in her reaction at it beginning to start. He was shocked to see her sad expression, mingled with a small tinge of anger. His face dropped. However, he recollected himself. Well, when the play starts I'm sure she'll perk up, thought Steiner and he nodded to himself. After all, she's been talking about it, all excited! It should be a beautiful play. Steiner rose his sword, the reflection slid off the silvery side. The signal to begin. The orchestra's music suddenly resounded and fireworks went off and confetti snowed the audience. The orchestra's pit lifted to display a stage with a scene of a castle. Queen Brahne was quite taken with the music, she rose from her seat and danced with the utmost glee. Garnet saw the glee and felt the pain dig deeper into her heart. She got sadder. Steiner saw and his expression went somewhat down with hers. Just wait 'til it gets exciting and leave without another thought or word. You have to do this, Garnet kept telling herself. You have to do this.
The music and excitement ended, leaving Vivi and Puck wide-eyed and wondering what more amazing things were to come. Then, onto the stage stepped a purple-bearded man dressed in a fancy and colorful robe. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he began. "Tonight's story takes place long, long ago. Princess Cornelia is torn from her lover, Marcus. She attempts to flee the castle only to be captured by her father, King Leo...."
Backstage was Zidane, looking about the crowd for the face of the princess. He finally caught a glimpse of her, sitting up there in the balcony. He didn't get a very good look of her. She was too far away and her head was lowered. He only caught a good look of her raven hair. Brahne and her looks could be spotted a good mile away. With greenish-blue skin and clothes so bright and gaudy, neither gypsy or bum would want them, she was sitting their pleasantly munching on some cookies brought to her on a large tray. Hah, like she needed all of those cookies! "Hey, Zidane, come on, we're about to start." Called Blank. Zidane nodded and quickly ran to his starting spot, trying to remember his first line. He was actually starting to get nervous. Not only was performing in front of so many nobles, but a princess--one that he was going to capture, no less! He cleared his throat and caught Baku closing, "..Tantalus proudly presents, 'I Want to Be Your Canary!'" The Orchestra started and so did Blank, with his line.
....... .. .
"Suspicious, I think they are becoming." Uttered Zorn.
"I think they are becoming suspicious." Said Thorn.
The two paced within the stone room, a hidden room that was directly underneath the Queen's balcony. It wasn't the room that you found by pulling the candle in the Queen's chamber. No, it was a different hidden place (one that wasn't quite hidden, but finding it might take a person a while to do). It looked vaguely like a dungeon. Vaguely. It just looked dark and dreary and dusty. They had all these tables and mixing stuffs, a few debris of crushed herbs sprinkled about the table. "Our items that we asked for have caused them to become weary." Thorn said.
"Something, they cannot think we are up to?"
"Look at us with sharp eyes, they do."
"We're only trying to help!"
Thorn thought for a moment, pausing in his pacing, then going back to the wooden table and picking up a silver spoon, scooping up some of the mixed, red debris and holding in there for a moment. "Truly, are we?"
Zorn stood there for a moment, looked almost blankly at his twin--dressed in the same jester adornment, except Zorn wore blue. Thorn was in a pinkish-red outfit. They were dressed like jesters, and that's what they were in the castle. That, and heralds from Kuja, and advisors. Zorn eventually let loose a evil smirk. "No, not truly."
Thorn chuckled and dumped the debris into a vial of orange liquid. A hum erupted from the joining and the liquid then glowed and flashed, alternating between yellow and white. Thorn took the vial and headed towards a large box. Zorn rushed over to help his twin, lifting the wooden lid and turning the stone knob, at the bottom, that made the fire rise. This fire was contained in a glass jar, shaped almost like a genie-bottle. The glass was tinted, you could hardly see the fire and charred remnants of other items inside. All you could really distinguish was a big yellow glow that symbolized the fire was turned up high. Thorn poured the liquid in through the top of this 'bottle', then quickly Zorn rushed over and they put the lid back on the box, so that the scorching smoke that was emitted, from the liquid being added to the other ingredients, would be absorbed in itself and therefore finish the wielding of this new weapon.
"We serve mostly Kuja. Brahne is just a puppet. Princess Garnet is moreso." They spoke in unison. Then Zorn concluded, "They should not worry that they bought these items, they are from Kuja, after all."
"They won't speak a word of their suspicion. They've learned it's beyond them."
"Beyond them they have learned it is."
"What could they possibly know of life and death matters? Nothing, or they would not be as so foolish to be so greedy and thoughtless--they would have learned not to be both at the same time at least. They would have been cautious. Fate is too sneaky."
"Hey, call this what will we?"
"How about Bomb? Fits its purpose."
"Yes, this new weapon will be...Bomb."
The box was vibrating with power, and a shape took over what was inside, shattering the glass bottle. A temperature radiated from the box (obviously a cursed box since the heat wasn't scorching it). Coming from it was heat sliding into cool, but not quite cool. From this Zorn and Thorn could tell that their Bomb was in its temporal solid-form. Zorn looked over the box with contemplation. "I trust no one will touch this box. It doesn't look suspicious or helpful, so they should not. It would be unwise to use it so early, anyway. It needs a few more days to gather all of its power, otherwise it's partially useless and won't bring the destruction it can. But I trust security isn't as tight as they say it is. Maybe I have nothing to fear? Maybe it won't be disturbed and I'm wasting my energy fretting?"
"Lazy are the Pluto Knights!"
"Yes, I trust they aren't really ready for anything. If we were to be attacked we would be doomed!"
"Let us go. I want to see the play! No one will disturb the Bomb, least of all Queen Brahne."
....... .. .
"'Tis foolishness! Why, if all were so easy, none would suffer in this world!"
That was her cue to leave! Garnet saw how wrapped up the audience was in how Blank was betraying Marcus and Zidane by being all-for the marriage of Prince Schneider and Cornelia. She silently got up from her chair and moved towards the exit, blocked by Steiner. Steiner looked at her inquiringly, but Garnet quietly explained how the excitement was getting to be all too much for her and that she would now go to sleep now. Steiner, slightly still seeing her as a small girl, nodded and gave her a smile and let her through. Sweet girl, he thought.
Her clothes were folded all up, hidden under her cape, which was hidden by a bunch of throw pillows atop her bed. She had a small purse that carried a retractable rod that she chose to battle with (should she have to), mainly because it was the best thing to use when using curing powers. Garnet had this odd talent to cure, she's been able to do it since she was little. Everyone saw this as a marvelous blessing and let her practice on. She didn't do much, but she was capable of doing more. Mother didn't all too much comment on her healing powers, other than say that she should be practicing more on how to rule a kingdom than such things as magic. Garnet got the feeling that maybe her mother felt uncomfortable about it. I wonder why, she thought.
Meanwhile, the play went on.
"Mph!"
"Aha!"
Zidane and Blank were moving on to the sword fighting scene as Garnet left to go put on her traveling clothes. The two men ran off the stage and thrust and parried within their fight. Zidane and Blank both had to drop on their side for dramatic ducks, and Zidane often dared to do a back flip, getting loud 'ahhhs' from the crowd. Their swords often collided, making some audience members jump. A particular black mage gasped at every time the swords bumped. When Zidane and Blank were through they received a lot of Gil from a very pleased audience, including Queen Brahne herself!
Zidane and Blank collected the Gil then ran....inside to Alexandria Castle.
....... .. .
Garnet got into her yellow-orange traveling clothes that covered most of her body and went over silken, white undershirt and garments. She wore red, leather gloves and a blue ponytail holder that held her low ponytail at her waist. Her retractable rod was hidden somewhere up her sleeve, locked in place by clever bindings upon her lower arm. She looked at herself in her mirror, smiled for a moment, and then felt the weakness slip in. "I can't do this! Mother needs me here and..what if I'm wrong? I can't afford to be wrong! Mother will be so upset and I just can't leave her here, so alone. No one deserves to be so alone.."
Garnet started to cry at long last; letting herself collapse in a nearby chair. She remembered of the time her mother and father read to her a story, and Garnet read it all by herself. It was the last story she read aloud with her father and her mother, for mother changed in demeanor after father died, so she truly did lose her mother. At least, the personality she was accustomed to was lost. Was Garnet alone, as she said? She remembered how lonely she'd felt as of late. She sniffled and dried her eyes. If she was so alone then there was nothing to loose, right? She felt bad, for what if mother should get angry? No, thought Garnet stubbornly. It's for her own good, I'm doing this because I care! I care...about everything.
After willing her tears and fear aside, she started to leave her room, putting on her cape and hood. She was now donned in pink silk. She walked around the castle, thankful that the Pluto Knights were too lax that they often left their posts. Chefs, Garnet wasn't worried about. For one thing, they hardly left the kitchen and if they did, they were absorbed in a thought of a recipe and hardly noticed the world around them. She was able to sneak by and arrive nearer to the exit without anyone catching her. Just then, she heard footsteps, right as she was passing the spiraling staircase.
"I wonder what part the play has gone to now."
"Wonder what part the play has now gone to, I do too."
Zorn and Thorn! She quickly drew in a panicked breath and wondered what to do now!? They would see right through her disguise and report her to mother, where she'd surely get into trouble. Garnet had to hide quickly! She looked all around herself, trying to think of where to hide. Zorn and Thorn were coming from...what sounded like the wall (there was a sound of part of it moving against the floor--like it was opening--and then she heard it close). In any case they were know coming from the hall she recently left. Garnet looked to the right, which was the harbor/audience seats. She thought of running out there and blending in with the crowd, however, she could hear someone turning the knob to the door that lead to there--someone else was coming! She couldn't run into the room ahead of her, either. She knew at least someone was in that room--probably two Pluto Knights. The only other place was upstairs where she would either end up in the throne room or her mom's room. Mom's room! Zorn and Thorn would never go there just randomly! She didn't have much time, quickly she raced up the stairs--trying to keep her footfalls silent--and she ran into her mother's room, locking the door and releasing a great breath. She stood still and silent for a moment, harkening for Zorn and Thorn approaching and, hopefully, their departure. She heard both. They climbed up the stairs when Zorn realized he forgot something. "Difficult to stand, I find you." Said Thorn. Garnet smiled and listened to them leave. "I suppose it's safe to leave now..?" She was about to open the door back up, but something made her turn and look around at her mother's room. Morbid curiosity got the better of her, I suppose. It had been a while since she visit her mother's chamber for no reason at all. Usually it was because mother summoned her here to either scold her or instruct her to do this or that. She seldom spent time with her mother. Sadness swept over Garnet again, there was so much she missed now that disappeared, but she still felt like she was leaving something really special behind. Something that was still alive that would die if she left. Garnet wished she knew what that was. In truth, Garnet wouldn't find out until it was too late, as is the way with all things. The best is always it's greatest in the final hour. In it's 'final fantasy', as was once said.
Garnet's eyes spied something sparkling in the distance on her mother's dress-drawer. She moved towards it timidly, afraid to touch anything that belong to mother for fear of getting caught and yelled at. But this was something that she recognized as a 'must have, must take, must touch!' It was the royal pendant! "I must take it, otherwise I might not be recognized among the guards at Lindblum!" She took the pendant and rose it over her head and put it on. Around her neck was the safest place she found for it.
....... .. .
"She has her mother's taste...she takes the biggest and most eye-catching thing to sport around!" Thorn spoke, he was focusing his energy to create a floating orb that showed Garnet putting on the pendant. Zorn was laughing. "We must hurry and tell Her Highness that her mother gave her no such permission to..."
"What's this!?" Thorn shrieked.
....... .. .