Never Give Up What You Have.
So...Its up! Yeppies! Yaysies!
I had a MAJOR writer's block after IIJAW, and I just stared at my faithful old compy. Now that that's over *cracks knuckles*, Let's get started, shall we?
Disclaimer: I own BAP, Tiria, and another character, I wont mention now. Sega and Overworks own all the other fellas that I'm borrowing.
Tiria, a Blue Rogue, leaned out against the wind, over the railing of The Angel's Tear, her sailboat. Business had brought her to Valua, where the place was bustling with activity.
The continent was beautiful, filled with lush green lands and adequate cottages, fit for anyone who inhabited the warm shelter. There was a small palace, only about the size of the Delphinus, which was docked inside the continent. Visitors were allowed to anchor their boats to the grass, as there was no need for a dock.
Tiria smiled and gazed behind her. The small feather marking etched into the crow's nest was barely visible. She herself had carved away at it for several hours, trying to match exactly what her blue feather looked like. Tiria walked over and felt the engravings of the small "feather". It was truly a work of art, her father said. but that was before he died seven years ago.
She heard a noise and looked beyond her ship and laughed. Clara was chasing Gilder, who was found escaping the Claudia in a lifeboat. Tiria's eys flashed and she looked away.
She reached up to the feather that was kept behind her ear. She stroked the loving features of the blue pattern, something she had taken a liking to. She leaned over and waved at Gilder.
Gilder tried to wave back, but was jumped upon by Clara.
"Sorry to bother you, Gilder, but I know from experience that you like her, too!"
"Why you little..."
"Gildy! Is what she said true? Oh, I KNEW it was! My Gildypooness would NEVER let harm come to me!" She rubbed her cheek against his arm. Gilder sighed.
Tiria laughed and signaled the helmsman, Jaquie, to take the Angel's Tear in to anchor.
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The girl ran through the halls, her dress being stomped on by her small feet. She laughed as her bodyguard huffed as he tried to catch up to her. Her black hair was offset by her green eyes, which were sparkling in a mysterious way.
"Marlinda!"
The girl stopped and gazed up at her father.
"Sorry, Daddy."
Emperor Enrique laughed and patted her head.
"No need. But don't you think that Sir Pilones needs a break from chasing you?"
(AN: Anyone recognize that name?)
"Um....nah!"
"Just what I thought you'd say. Now come help your poor mother. She's all alone in your room, cleaning up YOUR mess." He gently pushed her in the direction of her room. The girl, Marlinda, giggled and ran down the hallway.
Sir Pilones came up, gasping for breath. He bowed and ran off after the young princess. Enrique smiled.
"Just what I needed to cheer up my day..."
He chuckled to himself and started toward his study room, when he heard quite the commotion. He peed out a window.
Tiria was stomping on Gilder, who had been knocked over and was sitting in a position where he could look up her skirt. Clara had stomped on his hands. A passerby had sat down to watch the amusing sight. Several merchants were applauding.
Enrique laughed and carried on.
AN: I know, not at all that long. But I needed a break from Homework, and I had a lighbulb! Get it? Lightbulb? The thing that...
Nevermind. So, may you please review? I shall be very gratefull if you did!
So...Its up! Yeppies! Yaysies!
I had a MAJOR writer's block after IIJAW, and I just stared at my faithful old compy. Now that that's over *cracks knuckles*, Let's get started, shall we?
Disclaimer: I own BAP, Tiria, and another character, I wont mention now. Sega and Overworks own all the other fellas that I'm borrowing.
Tiria, a Blue Rogue, leaned out against the wind, over the railing of The Angel's Tear, her sailboat. Business had brought her to Valua, where the place was bustling with activity.
The continent was beautiful, filled with lush green lands and adequate cottages, fit for anyone who inhabited the warm shelter. There was a small palace, only about the size of the Delphinus, which was docked inside the continent. Visitors were allowed to anchor their boats to the grass, as there was no need for a dock.
Tiria smiled and gazed behind her. The small feather marking etched into the crow's nest was barely visible. She herself had carved away at it for several hours, trying to match exactly what her blue feather looked like. Tiria walked over and felt the engravings of the small "feather". It was truly a work of art, her father said. but that was before he died seven years ago.
She heard a noise and looked beyond her ship and laughed. Clara was chasing Gilder, who was found escaping the Claudia in a lifeboat. Tiria's eys flashed and she looked away.
She reached up to the feather that was kept behind her ear. She stroked the loving features of the blue pattern, something she had taken a liking to. She leaned over and waved at Gilder.
Gilder tried to wave back, but was jumped upon by Clara.
"Sorry to bother you, Gilder, but I know from experience that you like her, too!"
"Why you little..."
"Gildy! Is what she said true? Oh, I KNEW it was! My Gildypooness would NEVER let harm come to me!" She rubbed her cheek against his arm. Gilder sighed.
Tiria laughed and signaled the helmsman, Jaquie, to take the Angel's Tear in to anchor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The girl ran through the halls, her dress being stomped on by her small feet. She laughed as her bodyguard huffed as he tried to catch up to her. Her black hair was offset by her green eyes, which were sparkling in a mysterious way.
"Marlinda!"
The girl stopped and gazed up at her father.
"Sorry, Daddy."
Emperor Enrique laughed and patted her head.
"No need. But don't you think that Sir Pilones needs a break from chasing you?"
(AN: Anyone recognize that name?)
"Um....nah!"
"Just what I thought you'd say. Now come help your poor mother. She's all alone in your room, cleaning up YOUR mess." He gently pushed her in the direction of her room. The girl, Marlinda, giggled and ran down the hallway.
Sir Pilones came up, gasping for breath. He bowed and ran off after the young princess. Enrique smiled.
"Just what I needed to cheer up my day..."
He chuckled to himself and started toward his study room, when he heard quite the commotion. He peed out a window.
Tiria was stomping on Gilder, who had been knocked over and was sitting in a position where he could look up her skirt. Clara had stomped on his hands. A passerby had sat down to watch the amusing sight. Several merchants were applauding.
Enrique laughed and carried on.
AN: I know, not at all that long. But I needed a break from Homework, and I had a lighbulb! Get it? Lightbulb? The thing that...
Nevermind. So, may you please review? I shall be very gratefull if you did!