Is this love?
By: Mylissa
Note: Escaflowne is Not mine. even if I wish it was. It's © Shoji Kawamori and © Sunrise. Thankee. ^__^
Chapter 6
The airship hummed with energy, even though it had stopped for the night not far from the border of Daedalus. Dryden leaned on the rain of the balcony in his quarters on the ship, looking out at the star-speckled sky. Once in a while, his thoughts strayed to Millerna. Beautiful, stubborn Millerna. He let out a sigh, filled with sadness and longing. In all of his life, he never wanted something so badly as her love and acceptance. Her blue eyes haunted him at times, and he'd blink out of a daydream quite flustered. He was used to responsibility: taking over his father's trade willingly. He never wanted to be Prince Regent or even King. But for her, he'd command legions and attend meetings for one true smile or kiss from her.
Dryden blinked and looked out into the night, and visibly jumped as something flew past him and into his room. Running his hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses, Dryden entered the room and searched for what flew in. He grinned at the Hawk that called impatiently to him from his desk. The desk was Asturian, inlaid with iron. At the present time, it's surface was cluttered with orders and books: some new, some ancient. A saucer with small cakes rested on different piles of books. The hawk rested on an unlit lamp. Dryden gave the hawk a cake and removed the message to read it to himself, mouthing the words silently. Suddenly he laughed aloud, making it echo and the hawk cry in surprise, before flying out contemptuously. Dryden chuckled and folded up the message, as he called his airship pilot via intercom. "Taren, change course and head to Fanelia." Dryden smiled to himself, This should be interesting.
Note: Escaflowne is Not mine. even if I wish it was. It's © Shoji Kawamori and © Sunrise. Thankee. ^__^
Chapter 6
The airship hummed with energy, even though it had stopped for the night not far from the border of Daedalus. Dryden leaned on the rain of the balcony in his quarters on the ship, looking out at the star-speckled sky. Once in a while, his thoughts strayed to Millerna. Beautiful, stubborn Millerna. He let out a sigh, filled with sadness and longing. In all of his life, he never wanted something so badly as her love and acceptance. Her blue eyes haunted him at times, and he'd blink out of a daydream quite flustered. He was used to responsibility: taking over his father's trade willingly. He never wanted to be Prince Regent or even King. But for her, he'd command legions and attend meetings for one true smile or kiss from her.
Dryden blinked and looked out into the night, and visibly jumped as something flew past him and into his room. Running his hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses, Dryden entered the room and searched for what flew in. He grinned at the Hawk that called impatiently to him from his desk. The desk was Asturian, inlaid with iron. At the present time, it's surface was cluttered with orders and books: some new, some ancient. A saucer with small cakes rested on different piles of books. The hawk rested on an unlit lamp. Dryden gave the hawk a cake and removed the message to read it to himself, mouthing the words silently. Suddenly he laughed aloud, making it echo and the hawk cry in surprise, before flying out contemptuously. Dryden chuckled and folded up the message, as he called his airship pilot via intercom. "Taren, change course and head to Fanelia." Dryden smiled to himself, This should be interesting.