Dallas and Julius were best friends. Today they were partying at Ashant
Burrow where before, that horrible Nadine incident happened.
They hardly paid attention to that. They didn't even go over to enjoy yelling at the clumsy Underclass who made the honey suckle juice jar dump over.
"So Julius, what's happening over at the palace?" Dallas asked taking a berry cake from the buffet.
"Shylie thinks she's all high and mighty and keeps on bragging about..." Julius said.
"About? Being Queen?" Dallas prodded his friend.
"Yes! I hate it. Only because she's older. I really wish they'd go back to the old customs and make it the first-born male," he carried on.
"Do you think they'll let a guy in a skirt be king?" Dallas laughed.
"IT'S NOT A SKIRT!" Julius yelled. "And besides your wearing one too. So is the rest of all male fairy kind."
"Mine's not a skirt it's a...kilt," Dallas said pointing to his yellow crocus petal covering.
"Then so is mine," Julius referred to his palm one.
Dallas laughed. Making Julius mad was too easy. Mainly because his tattoo meant "angry waters".
He took a bite of the berry cake and chewed.
"Hey, I'm getting tired of this place let's go to Chaiha Heights," Dallas said eating the rest of the berry cake.
"Man, you can't get into Chaiha Heights without recommendation," Julius reminded him.
"Dude! You are like the freaking prince of the freaking fairy world. You could make them GIVE you Chaiha Heights," Dallas shouted above the music.
"I'm saying YOU need recommendation," Julius laughed.
"Please let's go to Chaiha Heights? I haven't seen their new performing show. I heard it was amazing and I really, really want to go," He begged.
Julius sighed, "Fine." and they got up of their bums and left Ashant burrow.
Chaiha Heights was high up from Ashant. It was the mile-high-club. All fairies wanted to see and be seen at this particular place. There were many fairy raves spread across the whole kingdom but Chaiha Heights was the best...for obvious reasons.
Julius mounted his red hawk, Serus while Dallas hopped up on his gyr falcon, Janti.
Chaiha Heights was so far up you had to have a bird to get there. A fairy's wings would get too tired trying to fly there on their own. That was how they kept under-classes out.
They soared up through the leaves of the tropical trees. Chaiha Heights was in the canopy. It was shaded and made up of a bunch of bridged branches.
They landed on a bird branch and tied their birds.
"How many times have you been here?" Julius asked sweeping away the fern leaves to the entrance.
"This would be my what? Fourth time," Dallas replied following.
They stopped in a line. There was a good sized crowd waiting to get in. It was a good thing they tried getting in day light hours because it would have been packed at night.
"Excuse us, move, out of our way," Julius said pushing through the people. Since he was the prince he had the right.
"Go on through your highness," the bouncer said lifting a vine but closed it in front of Dallas.
"HEY!" Dallas objected.
"He's with me," Julius pointed at Dallas.
The bouncer reluctantly let him through and they entered a shady lounge.
"Chaiha Heights rocks!" Dallas shouted over the club music.
"Whatever, don't embarrass me," Julius said and sat at a VIP table that was reserved for Dynasty Royals.
"Look who's here?" Dallas pointed across the branches to a large table.
Julius looked to see Shylie. His arrogant sister, surrounded by admiring fellow fairies begging for her attention. She laughed and shook her stringy sun bleached blonde hair around her face.
Julius groaned and slumped down into his seat.
Too late, Shylie had spotted her younger brother. She relished torturing him with the fact that she was going to become the highest ruler of the fairy kingdom and not him.
"How's my little bro today?" she walked over to his slumped form.
"Great," he mumbled unenthused by her tone.
The 'Shylie's group of puppy-eyed-males' got up and surrounded her. They were all someday hoping to become tied definitely with the Royal Dynasty. Julius had a group like that too. He just didn't like being followed 24/7 by fairiettes who dished out meaningless compliments. He usually stayed hidden from them.
Shylie averted her attention to Dallas Ferra, her brother's best friend. One whom she carried a particular distaste for.
"Dallas," she sneered.
"Queen of Scorpions," he replied just as unpleasant.
"HEY!" one of her groupies threatened balling his fists at Dallas.
Shylie held up her hand to make him stop. He did, but only after giving Dallas an ugly look.
Dallas sat cooley, not affected by any of Shylie's words or gestures.
"Dallas Ferra, how on Earth did you manage to get into Chaiha Heights?" she asked with a snarl.
"Ha, they'd let me in a second if I asked them to," he cockily lied and put his arms behind his head. The strange thing about Dallas Ferra was that his tattoo went all the way from his arm down his back and meant "Bashful Heart" but he was very bold to stand against Shylie.
"What do you mean? None of Chaiha Heights even KNOWS who you are," she laughed.
"Julius knows who I am," Dallas objected.
Shylie rolled her eyes and shifted her stand. "Watch your back Ferra or you'll get it, you'll get it good."
Julius glared at his sister as she went back to the most wanted spot of the club.
"You're sister is a bitch," Dallas commented.
"Tell me about it," Julius groaned, "I have to LIVE with her."
They didn't complain long because the light was blocked out and the performing show was to begin.
Dallas forgot about Shylie's threats and anticipated what the day's show was going to be.
There was sunlight only on the stage and everyone could see a silhouette of a fairiette behind the lacy spider webbed curtain.
Slow rave music sprang up as the performer lifted her leg out from behind the curtain and pointed it at the audience.
Dallas and Julius watched in interest as she grabbed the curtain and popped her head out with a seductive smile.
As the music started, more and more until all of her appeared and she started dancing. She was dazzling, confidant, the true image of a Royal. She had to be a Royal because Underclass fairies in Chaiha Heights was forbidden.
Dallas and Julius couldn't look in any other direction. She spun and did a cartwheel ending in the splits. Then laid on the floor and spun until everyone was dizzy and for the finale she suddenly rocketed up with a burst of light and magic.
All fairies had magic, just depended on what kind and how good they were. Royals hardly ever used magic because they already had everything they could want; Underclasses did too but they didn't know how to use it to full extent. Only a few knew how to use it right.
A roar went up from the crowd; even Shylie seemed impressed for being known to be jealous of other fairiettes.
"I have got to meet her," Dallas whispered to Julius between his 'Woo- wooing'.
"She's a babe," Julius agreed.
They hardly paid attention to that. They didn't even go over to enjoy yelling at the clumsy Underclass who made the honey suckle juice jar dump over.
"So Julius, what's happening over at the palace?" Dallas asked taking a berry cake from the buffet.
"Shylie thinks she's all high and mighty and keeps on bragging about..." Julius said.
"About? Being Queen?" Dallas prodded his friend.
"Yes! I hate it. Only because she's older. I really wish they'd go back to the old customs and make it the first-born male," he carried on.
"Do you think they'll let a guy in a skirt be king?" Dallas laughed.
"IT'S NOT A SKIRT!" Julius yelled. "And besides your wearing one too. So is the rest of all male fairy kind."
"Mine's not a skirt it's a...kilt," Dallas said pointing to his yellow crocus petal covering.
"Then so is mine," Julius referred to his palm one.
Dallas laughed. Making Julius mad was too easy. Mainly because his tattoo meant "angry waters".
He took a bite of the berry cake and chewed.
"Hey, I'm getting tired of this place let's go to Chaiha Heights," Dallas said eating the rest of the berry cake.
"Man, you can't get into Chaiha Heights without recommendation," Julius reminded him.
"Dude! You are like the freaking prince of the freaking fairy world. You could make them GIVE you Chaiha Heights," Dallas shouted above the music.
"I'm saying YOU need recommendation," Julius laughed.
"Please let's go to Chaiha Heights? I haven't seen their new performing show. I heard it was amazing and I really, really want to go," He begged.
Julius sighed, "Fine." and they got up of their bums and left Ashant burrow.
Chaiha Heights was high up from Ashant. It was the mile-high-club. All fairies wanted to see and be seen at this particular place. There were many fairy raves spread across the whole kingdom but Chaiha Heights was the best...for obvious reasons.
Julius mounted his red hawk, Serus while Dallas hopped up on his gyr falcon, Janti.
Chaiha Heights was so far up you had to have a bird to get there. A fairy's wings would get too tired trying to fly there on their own. That was how they kept under-classes out.
They soared up through the leaves of the tropical trees. Chaiha Heights was in the canopy. It was shaded and made up of a bunch of bridged branches.
They landed on a bird branch and tied their birds.
"How many times have you been here?" Julius asked sweeping away the fern leaves to the entrance.
"This would be my what? Fourth time," Dallas replied following.
They stopped in a line. There was a good sized crowd waiting to get in. It was a good thing they tried getting in day light hours because it would have been packed at night.
"Excuse us, move, out of our way," Julius said pushing through the people. Since he was the prince he had the right.
"Go on through your highness," the bouncer said lifting a vine but closed it in front of Dallas.
"HEY!" Dallas objected.
"He's with me," Julius pointed at Dallas.
The bouncer reluctantly let him through and they entered a shady lounge.
"Chaiha Heights rocks!" Dallas shouted over the club music.
"Whatever, don't embarrass me," Julius said and sat at a VIP table that was reserved for Dynasty Royals.
"Look who's here?" Dallas pointed across the branches to a large table.
Julius looked to see Shylie. His arrogant sister, surrounded by admiring fellow fairies begging for her attention. She laughed and shook her stringy sun bleached blonde hair around her face.
Julius groaned and slumped down into his seat.
Too late, Shylie had spotted her younger brother. She relished torturing him with the fact that she was going to become the highest ruler of the fairy kingdom and not him.
"How's my little bro today?" she walked over to his slumped form.
"Great," he mumbled unenthused by her tone.
The 'Shylie's group of puppy-eyed-males' got up and surrounded her. They were all someday hoping to become tied definitely with the Royal Dynasty. Julius had a group like that too. He just didn't like being followed 24/7 by fairiettes who dished out meaningless compliments. He usually stayed hidden from them.
Shylie averted her attention to Dallas Ferra, her brother's best friend. One whom she carried a particular distaste for.
"Dallas," she sneered.
"Queen of Scorpions," he replied just as unpleasant.
"HEY!" one of her groupies threatened balling his fists at Dallas.
Shylie held up her hand to make him stop. He did, but only after giving Dallas an ugly look.
Dallas sat cooley, not affected by any of Shylie's words or gestures.
"Dallas Ferra, how on Earth did you manage to get into Chaiha Heights?" she asked with a snarl.
"Ha, they'd let me in a second if I asked them to," he cockily lied and put his arms behind his head. The strange thing about Dallas Ferra was that his tattoo went all the way from his arm down his back and meant "Bashful Heart" but he was very bold to stand against Shylie.
"What do you mean? None of Chaiha Heights even KNOWS who you are," she laughed.
"Julius knows who I am," Dallas objected.
Shylie rolled her eyes and shifted her stand. "Watch your back Ferra or you'll get it, you'll get it good."
Julius glared at his sister as she went back to the most wanted spot of the club.
"You're sister is a bitch," Dallas commented.
"Tell me about it," Julius groaned, "I have to LIVE with her."
They didn't complain long because the light was blocked out and the performing show was to begin.
Dallas forgot about Shylie's threats and anticipated what the day's show was going to be.
There was sunlight only on the stage and everyone could see a silhouette of a fairiette behind the lacy spider webbed curtain.
Slow rave music sprang up as the performer lifted her leg out from behind the curtain and pointed it at the audience.
Dallas and Julius watched in interest as she grabbed the curtain and popped her head out with a seductive smile.
As the music started, more and more until all of her appeared and she started dancing. She was dazzling, confidant, the true image of a Royal. She had to be a Royal because Underclass fairies in Chaiha Heights was forbidden.
Dallas and Julius couldn't look in any other direction. She spun and did a cartwheel ending in the splits. Then laid on the floor and spun until everyone was dizzy and for the finale she suddenly rocketed up with a burst of light and magic.
All fairies had magic, just depended on what kind and how good they were. Royals hardly ever used magic because they already had everything they could want; Underclasses did too but they didn't know how to use it to full extent. Only a few knew how to use it right.
A roar went up from the crowd; even Shylie seemed impressed for being known to be jealous of other fairiettes.
"I have got to meet her," Dallas whispered to Julius between his 'Woo- wooing'.
"She's a babe," Julius agreed.