Next chapter written by Bloodbender at the Full Moon! :D R and R por favor!
Zathara awoke to a knock at the door. She blinked a few seconds before she remembered what had happened the previous day and turned around to face the wall.
"Go away!" she shouted drowsily.
"It's me, Destin." The door opened with a squeak as he entered the room. Without looking, she aimed a pillow at him and threw it. The pillow flew through the air and missed its target. Instead hitting a priceless vase that sat beside the door. The vase shattered across the floor. Zathara just groaned and kept her eyes closed.
"I do not need this right now," she said as Destin went down on his knees to pick up the pieces. There was silence.
"I heard what happened from Kyle," Destin finally spoke.
"The whole tribe must know by now. I am the laughing stock. The sprits must have been bored." She looked up at the ceiling. "VERY FUNNY, EVERYONE IS LAUGHING!" She screamed to the heavens.
"Zathara, calm down. Not everyone is laughing at you."
"Like who?" She grumbled as she sat up, staring at the floor.
"Me." Zathara looked up at Destin, staring straight into his eyes. He wasn't lying. "The spirits work in ways we can't explain and if they have chosen you to bend all four elements, then they have chosen you." Zathara snorted and joined Destin on the floor to help clean up.
"Then explain why I wasn't able to bend other elements."
"Easy, you need to find masters and study the other four." Destin said.
"How will I-" A cough interrupted them both. It was Noriko, her mother, and the royal fitter.
"Princess Zathara, you know better than to be in a room alone with a man who is not your betrothed," her mother lectured.
"It's all right, Your Highness, I was just leaving," Destin said getting up. "I was just seeing if she was alright." Destin gave a small bow before he left the room. Zathara stood up with some of the vase fragments in her hand. She placed them on the pedestal where the vase had once stood as Noriko clucked her tongue and her mother gave her a look. The royal fitter left the room for a second and came back in with four sets of racks with dresses on them.
"Do we have to do this now?"
"Yes, it is time that you picked out a wedding dress," her mother said with a bright smile. "I have been waiting for this moment for sixteen years now."
"Do you mean you pick out my wedding dress?" Zathara asked under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, Mother." Zathara walked up to the dress rack, all of the dresses were different shades of blue with fur accents. Her mother began to pull out a few while Noriko nodded her head in agreement. Zathara was forced to try on a big, blue dress that look like it was big enough to hold a circus under it. The dress had long white sleeves that were made out of fur. The top had an arctic fox's head sitting above her chest with a long white cape flowing behind her.
"That is the one," her mother gushed with tears shinning her eyes. "How do you feel?"
"I feel ridiculous, Mother." Her mother and Noriko frowned. Zathara could barely walk over to the dress rack to pick out a different one. She had reached the end of all four racks before she stumbled across a light lavender one that was slimming. It was simple and off the shoulder, yet elegant. Zathara pulled it off the dress rack. She looked at the silver designs on it that started at the shoulder and swirled all the way down to the end of the wide sleeves.
"That isn't my best work, Your Highness," the tailor apologized.
"Yes it is; your dresses look like stuffed animals." The royal fitter looked like he was going to die.
"Zathara, this is your wedding you will be only married once. Are you sure that is what you want to be wed in?"
"Mother if I am going to slave away for a man for the rest of my life, I will wear what I what I want." Zathara said, changing behind the curtains. She came back out wearing the purple dress. It fit her figure perfectly and she fell in love with it. "This is what I want to wear."
"Fine if that is what you want," Her mother sighed sadly.
"We can make it up with the veil your highness, not to mention the jewelry…" The tailor continued to talk to her mother and Noriko in earnest, and the two took in every detail he said.
As they spoke, Zathara turned to look at herself in the mirror. If she ever went somewhere, she was going to bring this dress with her no matter what.
I need to figure out how to find teachers. She noted to herself. I'll talk to Destin and Kyle later.
~Larcian