It wasn't even seven in the morning when Naetalia woke herself up. The sun
was just beginning to peek into the eastern facing room. She laid there
groggily for a few minutes, putting her mind back in order. Then she
remembered the frog.
She quickly got up and moved to the dresser she had placed the bowl on the night before. He wasn't in the bowl. Her eyes scanned the countertop, feeling a needed relief when she saw him sitting not far on the dresser.
"There you are little frog," she said leaning down closer. "Worrying me all like that. Feeling a little better today I hope."
He seemed to tilt his head up to her.
A soft knock came from the large mahogany doors.
Naetalia sighed softly.
"They never come this early," she said in a thoughtful voice, partially to herself, and to the frog. "Always trying to tell me I never get enough sleep as it is."
"Yes?" She called out louder to the person knocking.
"My lady is decent?" a woman's voice spoke with a slight accent.
The young woman looked down at her slightly crumpled clothes, realizing she really should have changed before falling asleep.
"Yes," she answered, "come in."
A woman in her late twenties opened the door quietly, closing it behind her as she came in.
"M'Lord the prince wishes to speak with you, My lady."
"This early in the day? Before I've even had a meal?" Naetalia snickered lightly to herself. "I'm surprised he found the strength to be up so soon."
She looked back to the servant.
"What is your name?"
"Lerrai, miss," she responded with a small curtsey.
"Lerrai, go tell him I'll meet him in the dining room shortly. And have them prepare something light for breakfast, some fruit maybe."
The woman nodded and let the room quickly.
Naetalia moved back over near the frog.
"I hope you don't mind," she told him, "but I don't like the idea of leaving you on your own here. Who knows what these servants might do, squish you or some such. I don't know about you, but I don't like that idea so much."
She took the bowl and angled it down to him. A moment later he had hopped inside and was clinging to the bowl's wall. She smiled down at him again, then went to go change for breakfast.
.................
(Frog)
He had caught onto a few words this time. 'My lady,' 'the prince,' she must have been royalty then? His head began to throb again. She was near him again, talking softly. He liked the sound of her voice. It was smooth, easing the ache. She leaned the bowl down to him and he took that to mean she wanted him to go into it. He obliged, but stayed close to the walling. Not long after, she picked up the bowl, and they began to move again.
She quickly got up and moved to the dresser she had placed the bowl on the night before. He wasn't in the bowl. Her eyes scanned the countertop, feeling a needed relief when she saw him sitting not far on the dresser.
"There you are little frog," she said leaning down closer. "Worrying me all like that. Feeling a little better today I hope."
He seemed to tilt his head up to her.
A soft knock came from the large mahogany doors.
Naetalia sighed softly.
"They never come this early," she said in a thoughtful voice, partially to herself, and to the frog. "Always trying to tell me I never get enough sleep as it is."
"Yes?" She called out louder to the person knocking.
"My lady is decent?" a woman's voice spoke with a slight accent.
The young woman looked down at her slightly crumpled clothes, realizing she really should have changed before falling asleep.
"Yes," she answered, "come in."
A woman in her late twenties opened the door quietly, closing it behind her as she came in.
"M'Lord the prince wishes to speak with you, My lady."
"This early in the day? Before I've even had a meal?" Naetalia snickered lightly to herself. "I'm surprised he found the strength to be up so soon."
She looked back to the servant.
"What is your name?"
"Lerrai, miss," she responded with a small curtsey.
"Lerrai, go tell him I'll meet him in the dining room shortly. And have them prepare something light for breakfast, some fruit maybe."
The woman nodded and let the room quickly.
Naetalia moved back over near the frog.
"I hope you don't mind," she told him, "but I don't like the idea of leaving you on your own here. Who knows what these servants might do, squish you or some such. I don't know about you, but I don't like that idea so much."
She took the bowl and angled it down to him. A moment later he had hopped inside and was clinging to the bowl's wall. She smiled down at him again, then went to go change for breakfast.
.................
(Frog)
He had caught onto a few words this time. 'My lady,' 'the prince,' she must have been royalty then? His head began to throb again. She was near him again, talking softly. He liked the sound of her voice. It was smooth, easing the ache. She leaned the bowl down to him and he took that to mean she wanted him to go into it. He obliged, but stayed close to the walling. Not long after, she picked up the bowl, and they began to move again.