The Arrival
Firstly, kisses, and kisses, and more kisses to Rylee Whitmore, my first real reviewer! I was practically, no wait…I actually was jumping all around because I was so happy when I got your review!!! Concerning who Clairia will pair up with, I had the same question, but I think I'll go ahead and do it anyways. (I hope that I didn't just give away too much there.)
Anyways, merci beacoup! Tu es tres sympa!!!
Now onward to my story….
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It took three days to reach Remalna-city. On the first night of our trip we stayed in Carad-on-Whitewater (where I danced to my heart's delight), and the second in the town of Lumm- the usual stops when one is traveling from Tlanth to the capital.
While driving down the Street-of-the-Sun, I opened the carriage window to glimpse my first taste of the city. The streets where paved with light orange sheets of stone. A line of children ran behind the coach, waving and shouting at whoever they thought of importance rode within. I smiled and waved back gladly. One curly haired child threw some fragrant flowers toward me; instinctively my hand went out and caught it- the result of years of sword training.
Before too long we where rumbling up the ornately decorated paths of Athanarel. The carriage stopped in front of a magnificently carved door. A liveried servant leaped up to open the door. I took his hand as I stepped out. Another servant opened up the magnificent door, and yet another said, "Follow me, my lady, and I will show you to your rooms." His hand moved out in an imploring manner.
Following, I crossed an intricate floor mosaic, one of moons and stars. Up one staircase, down a hall, and through a windowed corridor, and I found myself in front of a pretty tapestry door hanging. The servant bowed me in, and I walked into a room done in subtle shades of rose. Thinking back to the many discussions with my mother on courtly finesse, I realized that this room fit the description of the one she said she had stayed in during her days in Athanarel.
I walked into the adjoining bedroom, the first one being a small parlor, and saw Koria unpacking my trunks. She must have taken some more direct path.
"Good afternoon," I said to her.
"Good afternoon, my lady." Looking me up and down, she said, "I will send someone down to the kitchens to get you some tea."
"Yes, please. That would be lovely."
Turning around I heard a tapping, a tapping at my chamber door sorry, I couldn't help staying away from the allusion. I walked into the parlor to find a hand reaching down to come inside. The next moment I was looking into the face of girl, a girl not quite my age, with lemon colored hair.
Sorry this chapter was sooo boring; I promise it will get livelier!