I got up and yawned. I soon wished I could sleep in. It's the day Prince Laval and King LaGravis visits.
Great.
I don't want to marry, but there's the possibility. A TINY possibility. But this whole few months girls have to make impressions.
I just keep out of the way, not seen, not heard. But I saw him, some thoughts of him changed.
I thought he was prissy. But he isn't. He's very kind and generous. And he is kinda cute.
By the time I guess it narrows I will have lost interest in this WHOLE thing. But I'm not making a impression this day. No, I'm helping scrub clean tanks!
About time I got to do something I enjoy helping with! I'm partially done with a part of the thread on the left side and talking with Lakn. My friend, who's sighed up to be a foot soldier, when the prince shows up with his dad. I cant help but tune into his liking of our tanks. the different color scheme, style and shape they are in.
That's when he taps my shoulder.
"Excuse me." He says gently.
I freeze. He is going to see my eyes, and he's gonna freak. But I still turn to face him. Amber eyes with dash pupils. Light tan fur. Flaming red mane.
Not quite what I thought I'd find cute, but now his features seem to be, attracting me more.
"Can you tell me about this model?"
"Uhh, I'm just a volunteer. I help my friend and the soldiers clean the tanks."
"Well you do a great job."
I lightly flush. Well, no one outside of my family, Lakn, or the drill sergeants and generals complimented my cleaning.
I knew this question was coming, or at least, in another form I was.
"Would you like to take a walk with me?"
I advert my eyes to Lakn, who gives me a 'go ahead' gesture, smiling while not looking up from his work.
I advert to LaGravis who is chatting with a general, so I sigh. I hate this so much.
"Ok."
I place my brush down, and he says I can clean my stuff up first. He is very nice I guess.

Our walk leads up to where there's a view of the meadow outside the village.
Our chatting coming here was on chores, people we knew well, and other things.
Only when we sit on the grass, do I feel a change in subject coming. From me.
"Picked some one yet?" I ask.
"Huh?"
"Have you picked the right girl yet?" I clarify.
"Oh, no not yet. I have to see a few more before I decide."
"Is it hard? Picking from cute girls who are at your fingertips?"
"Well, not exactly. And They aren't at my fingertips."
"Yes we are! You can pick any girl you want from here and no one can really object!
You have any idea of how much the girls here drool over the thought of marriage with you?"
Laval looks at me like I'm crazy. But then his lips curve into a smile and he laughs.
I start to laugh with him. Ok, that was kinda funny with the drooling part.
"I actually don't get into girls like that."
"What?"
"I mean, girls like I met before you? Pfft, not my type. I like, girls with at least a sense of pride of themselves. Like you when you clean the tanks."
I flush. Me, a sense of pride? Never thought of that.
He then asks me how people here treat me, since only foot soldiers seem to speak to me. So, I tell him about my past.
After a few minutes, I see he's staring at me in a weird way.
"You ok?"
"Oh, Don't worry I was listening. And yeah. I'm ok. But, in my part of the tribe, we treat each other with respect."
"But your sta-"
"It's your fur."
"My what?"
"Your fur. It's reflecting the sun. It looks pretty on you."
Does he mean that? No one says such to me.
I look at his amber eyes and stares into my bloody orbs. But I think he gets lost.
"Whoa."
"Whoa what?"
"Your eyes, their beautiful."