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Post by Meira on Apr 2, 2009 8:49:37 GMT -5
Rook nodded as he listened to Aunna vocalize his own exact sentiments about the place. This little meadow had been his sanctuary for years. If Aunna knew where to look, she would be able to spot the remains of a small tree house Rook had built with his own hands when he was ten. Before that, he shared the place with his brothers. It was their favorite camping spot, far enough away from the palace to seem wild, but always close enough to go back when they felt like it. But as the years passed, his brothers became less interested in the meadow and more interested in their books and court. The place had been his alone for at least ten years now. At first it had been somewhat of a depressing thought, but lately, Rook had come to enjoy his solitude here.
Not that present company wasn't enjoyable. He though, trying to hide the shyness in his smile. Aunna had thanked him, but it should have been him thanking her. As much as young women were paraded in front of Rook like some kind of prize, he was as inexperienced in the ways of wooing as he was a few years ago. He was only just now at the end of his teenage years and had yet to still really date anyone. Courtship for the Solosten boys wasn't exactly the same as it was for the common people. Even the nobles had more freedom. But Rook would be lucky to find himself alone with a girl for more than five minutes. And now, here he had a wonderfully mysterious young woman out in a field and well away from the prying eyes of parents, advisers, and the press... He didn't know what to do with himself.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't attracted to Aunna. But to even think the feeling might even be slightly mutual was beyond him. He had known too many young women who fawned over him with other eyes were watching, and then practically ignored him any other time. He was male, and did indeed enjoy the attention he received, but with every year, he became more and more aware of the falseness, the masquerade of it all. He was beginning to not care anymore. He couldn't afford to invest too much emotion in the women he would only find to be looking for a higher station.
But Aunna, she wasn't looking for anything. Hadn't she said she wanted to switch from Navy to Army? She wanted to be out there, living and working. And she genuinely wanted to be here, with him, right now. He couldn't fathom it. He blushed and looked away, not really sure what to say or do. His foot scratched at the ground and he crossed his arms across his chest. With every second, he was sure that she would see through him more and more. She'd see that he wasn't some gallant prince, full of charm and charisma. Could she unmask him so easily?
Clearing his throat, Rook looked around for something... anything to break the awkward silence he had created. His eyes fell suddenly on a distinct checker pattern. Looking closer, Rook recognized the flower and smiled. Look here. He said, stepping over to the plant and leaning down to point at it. The small flower bloomed upside down, with a maroon and white coloring. It's called Snake's-head Fritillia. It's fairly rare. But not in this area. He thought to himself, looking around at the many flowers blooming nearby. He picked the one he was looking at and handed it to Aunna. My mother recently sent a batch of them to the Coruscant Botanical Gardens. They're a distinctive plant to Corellia.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 3, 2009 3:11:05 GMT -5
Aunna couldn't have been less aware of the poor prince's plight. She was far to happy to be with such good company and in such a beautiful place to sense the awkward feelings he seemed to have as he searched around for a new topic of conversation. As he spoke again she turned to see exactly what he was talking about. Aunna realized she'd never seen a flower like this before and tilted her head to the side as she slowly began to notice more and more of them around the clearing. When he picked the small flower he'd been looking at and handed it to her Aunna smiled brightly and took it gently, scrutinizing the bell like flower with a careful eye, memorizing it as she listened intently to what he said.
I don't remember ever seeing one, but they're beautiful. It's wonderful that the Queen would take the time to send some of these to the gardens on Coruscant. That place could use more life...more nature...on it. It feels so dead there.
She stated, smiling at Rook brightly. It was her turn to feel a bit nervous now as she realized that her typical routine of giving a hug and kiss to the cheek in thanks....might not be the best idea. After a split second of indecision, she shrugged it off and gave Rook a light one armed hug that she swiftly let him out of and backed away a step. It was as good a compromise as she could come up with.
Thanks...I mean for the flower, and the ride, and showing me this place and....well...just thanks in general I suppose...
Aunna blushed a bit and looked around the meadow once more before an impish grin crossed her face and she looked back at Rook. The tom-boy in her was coming out as she became a bit more comfortable....or perhaps more reckless....and she felt like having a bit of fun like she did with Jade when they used to have time to be rough and tumble.
Heh...I remember Jade and I used to walk out to this little orchard behind our home when we were younger. Just beyond it there was a field where they used to grow crops, but it fell into disuse, so the grass always grew tall like this. We would play tag and hide and seek, and have foot races all the time out there....then, when we got tired of running around we used to go into the orchard and sit in the shade and listen to the birds sing. I would always try to copy them and these songs would always come to me and I'd end up singing until Jade would start throwing fruit at me to get me to stop...
She laughed a bit at the memory and shook her head as she started walking along through the grasses before turning and letting out a soft whistle and looking directly at her Spat. After a moment of blinking at her, the bird trotted obediently up to her and she smiled before reaching up and patting it's neck and walking on again, the spat following her obediently. She'd always found that she had an odd connection to animals, especially domesticated ones. With a few soft words, a gentle touch, or perhaps a whistle, she could get them to follow her or calm down rather easily. Pausing in her walk, she turned to look at Rook and smiled again.
Well, c'mon...can't just be standing here now can we? You may know this meadow very well, but I have yet to explore it.
She teased, grinning from ear to ear.
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Post by Meira on Apr 7, 2009 16:03:34 GMT -5
Rook was pleased that Aunna liked the flower... or at least that she showed interest. It was a small boost to his ego, and he had needed it. Her comment about the Republic capitol brought on the realization, yet again, that Aunna must have known much more about the galaxy than Rook ever did. He'd never been to Coruscant... or anywhere off planet for that matter. He knew plenty about Corellia, and a few odd facts here and there about other systems, but that was about it.
He was caught off guard by Aunna's little hug. Back at the party, or in any other social situation, that might have caused a few murmurs. One didn't often touch the Royal family, and most certainly not with such casual displays of affection. Out here though, in the wild meadow, Rook thrilled in the momentary contact. He grinned automatically and his ears flushed a light pink. But Aunna continued on and talked about her own youth and times spent with her brothers.
Well, I would never throw fruit at you. He said with a smile. Especially not if you were singing. Her voice had affected everyone when she sang at the wedding. It was something deeper than skill, he couldn't really put his finger on it... but he liked it.
Soon, Aunna turned and beckoned him to come with her as she looked around the meadow. He smiled and obliged, his own spat following after him as he closed the gap between himself and her. If she wanted to explore, then there was no way he'd stop her.
My brothers used to come out here too, when they were younger. He said, picking at the tall grass as he walked. We used to camp out here and pretend we were lost in the wilderness. He chuckled. Of course security was only a little ways away. They tried their best to stay hidden, so that we could believe our illusions, but we always knew they were there.
As they moved past the trees, Rook motioned for Aunna to look up into one of them. When they stopped coming out here with me, I built that tree house all by myself. I didn't come out here much on my own, but I sure was proud of that thing. He smiled as he looked at it now, barely a platform that looked near rotted through. It had never been much to look at, but to him, it had been a castle.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 10, 2009 18:54:22 GMT -5
Aunna walked lightly around the meadow, careful to weave her way around and through the flowers that grew there so as not to disturb them over much, or accidentally trample them.
Well I'm glad you wouldn't throw fruit at me.
She laughed, pausing in her walking to turn and look at him. Blue eyes danced about in the humor she found at the thought of the charming man throwing fruit at ANYONE, let alone herself. The mental image simply made her chuckle and shake her head.
Though, honestly, I find it difficult to see you throwing fruit at anyone. No...that's simply something Jade would do...but only when we were younger. Luckily for everyone he's grown out of that stage.
Honestly, Aunna was glad that Rook hadn't turned right around after her little hug and told her they were headed back to the party. For a few moments she'd seriously thought he would have...there was little doubt in her mind that the others of the royal family would have. Huffing, she realized, again, just how much she disliked nobility...and those high up in the government or military who THOUGHT the SHOULD BE nobility. Shrugging the thought off, she continued on her way through the tall grass. As they walked, she listened intently to Rook's description of his past with his brothers and she smiled brightly. It seemed the prince had a few fond memories of his own with them and wondered why she had felt such a rift between the three. Perhaps it was her imagination...it tended to run away with her at times, despite the fact that more often that not her 'imagination' tended to be proven correct.
When Rook motioned for her to look up into a particular tree, a small wooden platform met her eyes. It was rotting and quite a few years old it seemed, but there was still enough good wood on it to possibly sit or stand on. Tilting her head as he spoke Aunna grinned over at him. The effervescent young lady had just gotten the urge to climb the blasted tree and sit on that little platform.
I'm sure I'll never hear the end of this if anyone finds out but...want to climb up there? I'm pretty sure it won't break if we sit on it....I hope...
Aunna managed a laugh at her uncertainty; she also managed a blush at the fact that her question and willingness to climb said tree showed more than a little of her lack of "ladylike mannerisms". Despite her sudden embarrassment, Aunna managed to lean against the tree casually, even in her gown and heels.
Heh...yeah...now you can see why I'm the social outcast with the ladies...I...doubt they, or anyone really, would think too highly about a woman climbing a tree...much less in a dress and heels.
She shrugged slightly and pet her spat as it came up beside her and nudged her, anxious to go. Aunna blinked at it for a moment and sighed. Yes, she got the picture. Shrugging again, she looked back into Rook's grey eyes.
Well...it's that or continue our ride. This one here is anxious to be on again I think. I'd hate to deprive them of a good trot at least.
It may have been true that Aunna wasn't the best at riding the spats, but thankfully she'd had enough training to be comfortable with a decent trot on the birds, that way they could expend at least a bit of their energy.
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Post by Meira on Apr 13, 2009 9:22:25 GMT -5
Rook chuckled at her response. No... he probably wouldn't throw fruit at anyone. What would the press say? He smiled as the two continued their walk through the field, it was nice to talk this easily... and it was rare. He was enjoying every moment of it.
In fact, Rook was so caught up in enjoying the moment, that he was surprised to hear Aunna express her interest in going up into the tree house. Rook's eyes immediately fell to her clothing, noting how unsuited her dress and shoes might be for climbing. Not that he would stop her, he was just simply curious as to how she might manage the climb in such garments. He himself would find it a little difficult in his stiff formal wear and polished shoes.
Aunna must have caught on to what he was thinking, because she laughed off how silly it might be to be seen climbing a tree in such a dress. Rook allowed a small laugh to escape his lips, showing that he was indeed thinking just that, but not just about her, about himself as well. What would his mother think, to see him climbing trees in such clothing, and with a young noble woman no less. He laughed again. It wouldn't bother her nearly as much as it would the Royal Advisers. Those men and women would come to find Rook, over the next few years, to be quite the bother.
Rook eyed the tree and the platform with a discerning eye. He was worried about its stability. Not all of the steps he had nailed into the trunk remained. But that wasn't much of a problem. His legs and arms were much longer now than when he had built the tree house. He could manage just fine.
Well... He said, his arms crossed across his chest and his brow furrowing slightly, giving his features a more serious look as he considered the platform. I should test it out first. If it holds me... it will most definitely hold you.
And with that, Rook removed his outer jacket, unclasping the gold buttons quickly with a sudden burst of excitement. He then handed it to Aunna with a thankful smile, rolling up the sleeves of his white collard shirt. With swift movements, he hopped onto an exposed root of the tree before grabbing on to the first step. He tested it with a good tug and, confident of its hold in the tree, reached up higher for another step and placed his foot on the first. He slowly allowed his weight onto the step, until he was sure it would not give way, then continued upward. It wasn't a high climb, only about fifteen feet up, but Rook remembered how high it used to seem. When he reached the top, he grabbed the edge of the platform to pull himself up.
The wood groaned under his grip, and before he knew it, the plank broke with a loud crack, splinters raining down. Rook lost his balance and wavered on the step, with nothing else to grab for, spare a limb. Instinctively, his hands clasped around the branch, his eyes wide and his heart racing. He began to laugh as he dangled there from the limb, sure that he looked like a fool. He looked down below to Aunna, and with a casual shrug, or at least as good of a shrug as one can make when hanging from a branch, he let go and dropped to the ground.
Umm... I think a ride. He said, dusting off his pant legs and taking his coat back. Again he offered his hand to help Aunna back up onto her spat before quickly mounting his own. After that display of clumsiness, Rook was eager to regain some of his ego.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 13, 2009 12:10:09 GMT -5
Aunna managed a sheepish grin as he laughed...most likely at her. Luckily for him she was feeling rather docile today and the action hadn't rankled her easily bruised ego. As she looked at him, however, he eyed the platform carefully before turning to her and speaking. Aha! So he DID want to climb up! Well, at least now she didn't feel QUITE so foolish. Besides, they were both still young...wasn't now the time to do foolish things like climb trees in party attire? Aunna snickered at the thought and nodded to his reasoning.
True, but...in that case, wouldn't it be best if I...
She took the rolled up coat from him and shrugged. Well, if he was going to go up first, he was going to go up first....she still thought it would have been a better idea for her lighter form to test the grounds and have him try after, but she'd not argue the point...both had valid reasons. As she watched him climb the first few steps carefully, Aunna couldn't help but think...again...that he was really rather handsome, especially without the stiff, formal, outer coat. This wasn't to say that he lost any of that charm or good looks IN the thing either...it was just a different TYPE of good looks. She could only liken it to how she felt about seeing some of her comrades in their dress whites. Men in uniform were almost always a pleasant sight, and Rook was no exception. Shaking her head to clear if of this most...unhelpful...thoughts, Aunna watched as he moved to pull himself up onto the platform.
As if on cue, the wood groaned under him and snapped, raining bits of wood down on her so she had to cover her face for a moment. When she felt her eyes were safe from falling splinters, she removed her arm to see poor Rook dangling from a tree branch. Aunna didn't laugh, she just couldn't do so at this, instead she put a hand over her mouth and looked up at him, concerned. As he looked down at her for a moment before dropping down, she moved out of his way and gave him an apologetic look. This was all her fault.
Force help me...Rook are you alright? I am SO sorry...I feel horrible about that now. I really can't tell you how sorry I am.
She gazed down at his coat and brushed what pieces of wood had dropped onto it off again as he brushed himself off. Handing it back, she nodded a little glumly at his words. She still felt profoundly bad for having had the idea of trying to climb the thing in the first place. He could have gotten hurt because of that...he seemed fine, thank the force, but he COULD have been hurt and that was just unacceptable. Sighing, Aunna patted her hip and her spat came trotting up, nudging against her. She took Rook's offered hand and climbed back into her saddle quietly and waited for him to gain his again as well.
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Post by Meira on Apr 13, 2009 23:11:07 GMT -5
Rook waved off Aunna's apology with a casual smile. After all, the possibility of the platform being unstable was the entire reason he had insisted on testing it out in the first place. He had faced the situation knowing that he might face a potentially embarrassing fall. And all in all, he realized it could have been much worse. He could have fallen on his royal ass.
Don't worry about it. He said, flashing his trademark grin. He left it at that. He didn't want to worry Aunna any further. Her reaction had startled him slightly, but he wanted to see that he was just fine, and that it was nothing to make a fuss over. And so now that they were both up in their saddles again, Rook led the way once more, moving them into the trees that surrounded the meadow.
They meandered for a while and a steady pace and Rook related a story of how he had almost sent the entire royal guard into a frenzy. He had been angry at not getting to go with his brothers on a trip and had run away. He had actually packed a bag full of what he had determined were the essential survival tools, and gotten away from the eyes of guards and caretakers and escaped into these very woods. He related, in over-the-top dramatics, of how he had gotten lost, how the night fell, and how he bravely survived the wild until dawn, when he was found by a search party. The family had managed to keep the story away from the press, though if they hadn't have found him when they did... the entire planet would have heard the story.
By the time his tale was through, the two had reached another open area of grass. Unlike his meadow, this area was much larger. The grass was tall and golden, and in the early stages of sunset, it almost seemed to glow. It was all too much to resist. A flash of mischief crossed over his bright gray eyes. It would be the only warning Aunna would get. If she didn't catch it, she would be quite surprised.
YAH! Rook let out the command in a whoop of excitement. The spat needed little more direction and broke out into a full run. As it increased its speed, the spat's long neck began to stretch out forward, bobbing slightly with each step. The shift in position allowed Rook to lean into the momentum, and allowed for free movement in the saddle to keep in rhythm with the bird.
The wind rushed through his light brown hair and across his face. he gulped in down in great, thirsty breaths. There was nothing like the rushing wind when riding out in the open. Being away from the speeders and the buildings, the people and the noise, it was like a medicine injected directly into his veins. The effect was immediate.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 14, 2009 0:39:38 GMT -5
Aunna nodded and blushed slightly. Well, at least he was fine, and that grin only caused her to smile in return. It was nice having someone who understood her more wild and less...aristocratic...tendencies. Letting out a light laugh, she nudged her spat into following alongside Rooks. The ride was pleasant to say the least. The forest, full of life and light, made Aunna feel right at home, and on the back of the large bird she doubted life could get much better. Perhaps if she had a significant other...or at least someone who she was close to...yes, that would make life at this moment complete. Shrugging off that thought, she smirked as she listened to Rook regale her with the story of how he'd run away from the palace.
As he told about why he left, Aunna simply snickered and shook her head. She couldn't say that she wouldn't have done the same...she'd done something similar actually, but her attempt had been foiled by her nosy brother. As she watched and listened to his story, Aunna couldn't help but laugh at his exaggeration and flair for the dramatic. Really, she could see herself with someone like the youngest prince. Perhaps if things were different...their status not so far apart...she might even try to...No! No thinking like that Aun...really...his parents would never see such a thing happen...not in a million years. As he finished his tale they emerged into a large expanse of open land, the tall grasses waving like a golden sea around them.
Aunna had caught that mischievous look, and it infected her. As she watched him dart away on his spat, the woman seemed to forget that she was in a dress and not her typical pants uniform. She also seemed to have forgotten the fact that she wasn't as good a rider as he was...or perhaps she just didn't care. As he sped away, she gave her own whoop of excitement and her spat darted after them, the red and green birds dashing along. Naturally, she raised herself just slightly out of the saddle to keep herself in time with the bird and in the saddle. Unfortunately, the clothing she was wearing and the small heap of rocks that the spat leapt over were not conducive to her keeping her seat...especially since she had so little experience. The spat continued onward, Aunna, however, didn't. With a light yelp and a tangle of limbs and skirts, Aunna landed in a heap in the grass, barely managing to curl enough to roll and not injure herself.
Coming to a halt in her motion, she found herself in a tumble of silk and grass. The spat, trained as it was, stopped and headed over to it's fallen rider, standing sentry over her. Blushing bright red, Aunna untangled herself as best she could while still sitting. Only then did she fall backward into the tall grass laughing until she could barely breathe.
Well...that was a learning experience...
She managed to state before bursting into another round of laughter.
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Post by Meira on Apr 14, 2009 1:01:23 GMT -5
Rook was turning his spat in a wide circle, to eventually bring himself back around to Aunna. She had said she was not very experienced, and so he was restraining his urge to keep going. But he was surprised to hear Aunna let out a whoop as well, spurring her bird forward into the field and towards him. His grin was wide as he slowed his bird in anticipation of her soon being back at his side. For one so inexperienced, she was doing quite well at such a fast speed.
Or so he thought. As her spat leaped over a pile of rocks, Aunna lost her balance. Rook noticed the change in her posture immediately and had already spurred his own mount to rush over to her. As his instincts had anticipated, Aunna fell from her mount and down onto the ground.
Rook was there only a moment later, expertly leaping from his still running spat to land next to Aunna as she emerged from her maze of fabric and fauna. His face was wrought with worry at first, especially when she fell back onto the ground. He kneeled over her, sure she had hurt herself and was unable to move. A barrage of he worst scenarios flooded his mind until the sound of her unrestrained laughter pierced his consciousness and brought him back to reality.
He barely caught her words, but it didn't matter, he was simply relieved to know that she was alright. It seemed the tables had turned, and this was his turn for worry and concern, but she was reassuring in her glee, and Rook couldn't help but join with her in it.
I give you a ten out of ten for difficulty. He said, looking down into her laughing eyes. But a two on execution.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 14, 2009 1:42:09 GMT -5
Aunna stifled another fit of laughter at his words as he knelt down beside her. Pushing herself into a sitting position once again, she grinned at him.
High marks indeed, but it seems I lost the race...oh well, there goes my dream of being a Spat racer.
She replied with another snicker of laughter. Aunna looked up at his still mildly concerned face and blushed again. Wow, she'd really made herself look an idiot now hadn't she?
Sorry about that. I uh....got a little over zealous I guess.
Aunna shrugged slightly and grinned again.
It was fun feeling the wind in my hair....until the ground followed suit.
One thing could be said for the young woman at least...she had spunk and spirit aplenty. Picking a few pieces of dried grass out of her hair, she tried to sort herself out a bit more. Gazing up at the sky for a moment she sighed and relaxed back on her arms, which were propping her up from behind. She had a few scrapes here and there, but over all Aunna was just fine. It was nothing compared to her sword fighting lessons, or being shot by a blaster...she still remembered the time she'd been shot by a stray round of blaster fire during a training sequence. Shaking her head slightly, she used her hands to shake out her hair fully, ridding it of most of the bits of grass and flowers, but leaving it a bit frizzy. Giving an embarrassed little chuckle, she smoothed it down again, combing through it with her fingers.
Well then....now that I've made a complete fool of myself. What's next on the agenda?
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Post by Meira on Apr 14, 2009 9:58:57 GMT -5
Rook had to take a couple of breaths to rid himself of the lingering worry that was still causing his heart to beat just a little too fast. It was plain to see that Aunna was fine, suffering from a bruised ego at the most. His smile visibly relaxed over the next few moments, and without thinking, he found himself helping Aunna pull the bits of grass and flowers from her hair.
Upon realization of what he was doing, Rook's hand froze where it was in the air, just having plucked a stray flower petal. His mouth hung open slightly, and unconsciously, his whole face reverted into one of a child who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. After an awkward moment, he let his hand fall to the ground and he looked away, his ears flushing that slight pink of embarrassment yet again.
But Aunna soon broke the silence with a question as to what was next. Rook let out a chuckle at himself. Agenda? Yeah, he was pretty much winging it. Ever since they left the wedding, he was just going with the flow and liking where it was taking them. He felt a moment of being on the spot, caught in indecision. But his spat supplied an option as it nudged his shoulder with its beak. The bird was still ready for more. His eyes brightened with his smile as he turned his head to look at Aunna.
We try it again.
But this time, Rook wouldn't risk Aunna falling. And so, after standing and helping her up to her feet, and then onto the back of his spat, Rook swung his leg up and settled behind her in the saddle. Usually, the birds were only meant for one rider, but they were strong enough to carry two for a while. But they had to sit very close in the saddle for both to fit well enough not to fall off. Rook was glad he was behind Aunna, as his cheeks flushed red. He knew this was going to happen of course, that he would be this close to her, close enough to smell the scent of the grass in her hair, but he was a little amazed that he had mustered up the courage to do it.
He had to clear his throat before giving the YAH to urge the bird forward, but as soon as they began to move, their speed increasing with each of the bird's long steps, he was glad he had been so brave. Again the wind rushed past them, and some of Aunna's hair was pressed against his shoulder and neck. It tickled against his skin with a thrilling sensation that was only heightened by the spat's speed. His arms were firm around Aunna's as he held the reins to control the bird, and so she was cradled in relative safety, having only to hod on the the front of the saddle.
The other spat ran beside them in delight, easily outpacing the more burdened bird, it would run ahead, circle around and come back next to them, ruffling its feathers and squaking with giddy joy. It was infectious, and Roo found himself laughing again.
Soon, however, he could sense their mount tiring. As luck would have it, they were nearing another stream. Rook brought the bird to a gradual halt, and once stopped, he jumped down to help Aunna off. Unburdened, their spat followed the other to the water to drink. But Rook did not follow them. Instead, still holding Aunna's hand, he pulled her to sit down in the grass with him. From where they were, on a slightly elevated his, they had a wonderful view of the sunset as it burned across the horizon.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 15, 2009 6:01:56 GMT -5
(have I ever told you that your avvie makes me giggle? *wishes Vex would put his old one up again since it made her giggle as well* Anyway, song: The Foggy Dew --an irish folk song-- obviously it's been rather....star wars-ified, but yes, if you can find it sung by Loreena Mckennitt, that's the best version i've heard. www.lyricstime.com/loreena-mckennitt-the-foggy-dew-lyrics.html ) As Aunna picked at her hair, she found another hand helping her. This surprising realization made the 20 year old look at Rook in stunned amazement. He seemed to return her sentiment as he gave a similar look of shock and both turned their faces away and blushed. Aunna herself let out a nervous little giggle and found herself wishing that he hadn't stopped. As the green spat nudged Rook in the shoulder, she grinned over at him and nodded. Then try again we shall!She chirped in reply, allowing him to help her up out of the golden grass. To her surprise, he didn't help her into her own saddle, but instead helped her into the saddle of his spat and climbed up behind her. Her heart fluttered rather uncomfortably as her stomach tied itself into a knot. Of course they had to sit close together to fit the saddle, close enough that her back pressed against his chest and she could feel the warmth of his body through his coat, but that only served to make her cheeks flush a bright pink. She'd never been so glad for her thick waves of hair that covered the tell-tale signs of her blush from him. Her stomach did another little twist and her heart fluttered like a frightened bird's. Only once they were moving again did she managed to settle herself enough to enjoy the chance. As their mount brought itself up to speed, Aunna turned her face into the wind, holding with one hand onto the pommel of the saddle as she let out a delighted laugh and tossed her head slightly to rid her eyes of the hair that had flown across them. She was careful, however, to keep her hair from flying into Rook's eyes with her motions. The casual strength and warm security of Rook's arms on either side of her only served to send her heart thrilling as the wind and land flowed by them and she grinned as a song a mandalorian had taught her on one of her missions. The mando had seemed to take a liking to her during their short encounter because he had "seen something mando" in her. She'd shrugged it off at the time, but now, she was glad that she'd had the chance to learn the song. Without even thinking, she began to hum the tune, then slowly to sing snippets of it aloud. Even as Rook slowed their spat and dismounted, helping her down after, she still hummed the song lightly. Watching the birds head for the water of the glittering stream, she smiled as Rook pulled her to sit beside him in the grass. Gazing up at the burning sky, she allowed the song to bubble up in her as she sang, riding the feelings of bravery and strength that emanated from the lyrics and the music she heard, feeling her heart and spirit echo it. Some part of her could connect to the mando'ade culture...the bravery, their code of honor, the way they were taught to help others of their culture without thought...all good values that she herself cherished. I was down the glen one Ossus morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo. But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Keldabe town They flung out a flag of war. 'Twas better to die 'neath that Mand'lore sky than at Sulva or Sud el Bar. And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While the Republic's huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Ossus-tide in the springing of the year. While the 'verse did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few. Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen I rode again. And my heart with grief was sore. For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see n'more. But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you. For slavery fled the glorious dead when you fell in the foggy dew.Even as the last syllables floated into the sky, she blinked and shuddered slightly only barely realizing that she must have seemed like the most spacey woman in the whole universe at that exact moment. Blushing, she pulled at a piece of grass, without actually breaking it off, before she looked over at Rook apologetically. I'm sorry about that....I...well the ride reminded me of that song, honestly. I just couldn't help but sing it...She said, not thinking to explain what it was about, or where she'd learned such a song from. Typically a noble of one of the planets in the Republic didn't sing about "the Republic's huns".
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Post by Meira on Apr 16, 2009 10:11:31 GMT -5
She had caught him off guard with the song. And like at the wedding, it was as if some external force pushed everything out of his mind except for her and the sound of her voice. He wouldn't have known it, but he had actually stopped breathing as he listened to her, as if any movement, a breath, a blink of his eyes, might interrupt her and stop flow of her song. He wouldn't, couldn't do anything that might stop her.
When the song was over, he finally let out the air he had held in. He found himself leaning in towards Aunna, perhaps a little too closely to her side. He pulled back, clearing his throat and looking down at his shoes, almost afraid to look back up at her. She apologized, trying to explain away her actions, as if she had done something wrong. Rook shook his head vigorously in response, and began to speak before he really knew what he was saying.
Don't... don't ever apologize for your singing. The words had tapered off, the last coming out as little more than a whisper. After another few moments, he chanced a sideways glance in her direction. The setting sun cast its light across her skin and hair, and Rook tried not to let it show how he noticed that she seemed to glow. She reminded him of stories he heard about angels in deep space. He almost said something, but held it back. No one should ever say something so stupid. Even young kids knew a bad line like that would never work.
Meg Mesh'la. It had been a long time since Rook had spoken Mandalorian... or Mando'a or whatever. He had learned it along with a few other languages when he was younger. He didn't remember much of the other languages, and not too much Mandalorian either, but it was the one that stuck with him the most. He used to secretly wish he was a Mandalorian warrior, the way boys often played at soldier or pirates. And even though it had meant he would always loose, his brothers had never had trouble convincing him to be the Mandalorians when they recreated battles from the Mandalorian wars.
Of course, he didn't know if Aunna spoke any Mando'a, but maybe she did. She knew one of their songs at least. Even in basic, their songs manage to carry that sense of honor and pride. Even their seemingly most depressing songs, ones about countless deaths were somehow uplifting and beautiful. Especially when Aunna was the one singing. Again he felt like he couldn't look at her. He didn't know what it was, but half of him wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. But the other half held him as still as a statue. He bit his lip against the chaos in his head, resolving to just sit there until something broke the silence. He feared that if he moved or spoke first, he'd humiliate himself.
((Mando'a Translation: That was beautiful))
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 18, 2009 17:12:21 GMT -5
Aunna blushed as Rook told her not to apologize. It was a weight off her shoulders to know that she wasn't going to be berated for singing something that was mandalorian. She noted how his voice had trailed off and she snuck a sideways glance at him. She was feeling more and more like a giddy schoolgirl around the charming prince. As he spoke, she tilted her head slightly, not understanding.
I'm afraid I don't understand the language...I didn't get a chance for the group I met to teach me anything...
She replied, rather bashfully. They were sitting close enough for her to be able to lean her head on his shoulder should she choose, and she debated for a moment on if she should. Deciding to take a risk, the tawny haired woman tentatively rested her head against the shoulder closest to her as she watched the setting sun.
It really is beautiful out here. If I could, I'd come out here riding with you...if only for the sunsets and the company.
She sighed in quiet contemplation for a moment before speaking again.
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't return here....to Corellia. It must be the best planet there is...I've been to a few of them and none have compared...
Only then did she realize what she had said before. Blushing deeply, she wondered if, perhaps, she'd said too much.
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Post by Meira on Apr 21, 2009 8:43:55 GMT -5
That was beautiful
He repeated the phrase in basic, a hint of blush crossing his own cheeks. Ok, he had shown off a little bit. But what could he do? She sang so beautifully... he felt dim in comparison. He didn't have to linger on that thought for long though. Suddenly, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder. If he had not been such a coward and looking away, he might have seen it coming. But he hadn't, and so for a brief moment when her head touched against his shoulder, Rook stiffened. It had only lasted a moment. He relaxed immediately after that, and his head had turned on impulse, as if his eyes needed proof of what was going on.
He was met by the scent of her hair again, all flowers and grass, and he couldn't help but breath it in deeply. She spoke then, and he held still listening to her, not wanting to interrupt. Did he hear her right? The sunsets part he got, they were beautiful after all, but did she say the company? If Rook were not so caught up in the hormone rush that contact with a young member of the opposite sex was bound to stir up, he might have caught on more quickly. She had hugged him earlier, chaste as it was. She rode with him, now she had her head on his shoulder. With a few more years and more experience, Rook could see this for what it was, but since he was still the young and naive Prince Rook, he was completely taken aback.
Yet somehow, a part of him knew how to react to her words and her actions. His hands unclasped, his inside arm reaching around her waist, settling gently against her hip, and his head tilted to rest against hers. It was a silent agreement to her words. He would love to ride out here with her. Then she spoke of comparing Corellia to other planets, deciding quite quickly that theirs was indeed the best. He chuckled his agreement and nodded slightly. Though in truth, Rook had never been off world. Or at least, not that he could remember. He had been with his parents to Coruscant when he was still a toddler, but he had no memory of the trip.
The sun was now quite low on the horizon. The brilliant oranges and yellows were slowly losing the battle against the encroaching purples and blues and blacks. But he still didn't want to move. He didn't know that back at the palace, his absence had been noted, and that people had been sent to search the rooms and grounds, quietly of course. He didn't know that Aunna's father had been looking around for her as well. It didn't occur to him to think that anyone would notice. Why should they care? This was his brother's day after all. Rook wasn't trying to steal everyone's attention. Just Aunna's.
His thumb gently caressed absentmindedly at the fabric on her waist as he watched the flames of sunset retreat across the open field. Without his mind's consent, his other hand had reached for one of hers. Her fingers were small in comparison, thin and nimble where his were bigger, and likely to be more clumsy. And again, without consulting his mind, his body acted, drawing her hand up close, his lips lightly touching the soft pads on the ends of each finger, and then the knuckles. It wasn't until he kissed the palm of her hand that he realized what his was doing, his eyes widening and his ears flushing an immediate crimson.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 24, 2009 7:48:03 GMT -5
If Aunna hadn't known better, she would have sworn that Rook meant his words about the song. Well, most DID think her voice was beautiful, but really now...a prince saying so? And meaning it? She pondered the thought for a moment and smiled. It didn't feel like he was lying....so she allowed herself to believe that he was telling the truth, as odd as that concept was for her. So lost in this line of thinking was she, that the bronze haired woman didn't notice the slight stiffening of the man she had rested her head upon. If she had chances were that the, at this time, rather bashful young woman would have straightened and kept her distance a bit more, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It wasn't until the warm wash of his breath against her scalp and down her neck brought her back to reality, that she too blushed a light pink, the setting sun causing the shading to darken to a more dusty rose color along the tops of her cheeks. A light flutter of her heart, and it was all she could do to finish her thought about the beauty of the moment.
Another bird fluttered its wings inside her heart as she felt one of his arms wrap around her waist and settling atop her hip as the weight of his head settled gently atop hers. The rush of emotions and hormonal urges of youth wound their way through her veins and she felt her heart skip a beat or two as she settled more securely against him, leaning into his stronger frame. It was odd how much more...secure...she felt sitting there, just leaning against him. So this is what all those twittering idiots are always chattering on about? I don't blame them on this one...it's...rather nice to be so close to someone like this...someone who understands...she mused silently as she watched the setting sun dip lower over the trees, setting the grass ablaze with it's fiery glow. A small sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she felt his thumb stroke lightly against the silken fabric at her waist. The entire world seemed at peace in this one moment...without thought or concern...and the typically forward thinking military woman, for once, gave no thought to what those at the wedding reception might be thinking, now that the third prince had vanished...nor that she would be missed at all. No, Aunna was rarely missed if she chose to vanish from a party or gala of some kind or other...perhaps by her brother, but then again, each was a security blanket for the other when it came to these kinds of things. As the years passed, however, Jade needed the security of Aunna being around less and less as he learned to play the noble's little games better and better...that's how he thought of them anyway...and he enjoyed trying to beat them at the verbal dances they created, so even now Aunna doubted she was being missed by him.
Even as she thought of this, Rook took her hand in his. It's so much larger than my own...stronger. Crystal blue eyes watched as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing the pad of each finger in turn. The action sent little tingles of feeling shocking up her skin, sending a light shiver down her back. By the time he kissed the palm of her hand, she had lifted her head slowly and was watching him intently, an air of tense expectancy lingering around her. As he blushed, so did she...and without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Nothing fancy, or even overly presumptuous, but to her it was a risk and a thrill.
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Post by Meira on Apr 24, 2009 22:02:07 GMT -5
Rook's head was reeling, his heart beating faster than he would have liked. He didn't want Aunna to think he was so... inexperienced? He didn't like that word, but it was a fairly accurate description. It was exactly how he felt; like he didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was doing. He was sure that now, after all of the silly, childish things he'd done, she would see right through his ruse of confidence.
She'd call him on it, laugh at him, and then worst of all, she'd get up and walk away... she might even run away from him. He could deal with the stories, the rumors that would spread, they might even prove a momentary distraction. But if she stood up now and laughed at him with cruel eyes, he wouldn't be able to take it. Rook had been growing a hard shell of indifference over the years, but he had somehow managed to let this beautiful, utterly bizarre woman sneak in. If she wanted to, she could destroy everything from the inside out. He would crumble.
Rook would spend a large amount of his time in the near future mulling over, obsessing over what would happen next. In his uncompromising pessimism, Rook hadn't allowed himself to hope. He had been preparing for the worst possible scenario, already rehearsing what he was going to say in his mind. When he first felt contact at his cheek, he winced, thinking she was going to slap him. But it was soft, not hard. And though his face immediately reddened in the area where her lips touched his skin, burning as if she had struck him, Rook's eyes widened in amazement.
I'm sorry! The words had been on the tip of his tongue, so prepared that they sprung out too quick for his mind to process what had happened. His mouth hung open as his gray eyes turned to connect with her blue ones. He stammered, feeling as if the connection between his brain and his vocal chords had been suddenly severed.
I mean... I.... I.... I'm.........
And then his mind went entirely blank as he leaned forward, his lips seeking hers. His eyes were closed, but no guidance was necessary. He was drawn into her as if she were a black hole. There was no escape. Not that he would have even tried. His hand that was on her waist pulled body closer to his, while his other found the place where her neck met her head, gently, but insistently holding her, unwilling to let go. His mind raced with all the horrible, terrible consequences he was sure to have unleashed upon himself, all at poor Aunna's expense. He was sure that he had moved too far, and pushed her until she had no choice but to destroy him. But he didn't care. His illogical self quickly silenced his sane mind, refusing to be denied the bliss of his impulsive, suicidal act.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 24, 2009 23:33:02 GMT -5
No sooner had her lips touched his cheek than she pulled away, her face flushing a deep rose color that tinted her skin the color of some zeltron along the tops of her cheeks.
I'm so sorry! I...
They had both apologized at exactly the same time it seemed, and the notion made Aunna giggle slightly before...Wait...why is HE apologizing? Aunna didn't have much time to follow that musing, however, since no sooner had she pondered it then he was drawing her closer. A flash of electricity seemed to spark through her body and instinctively she too leaned in closer, moving forward at his urging pull against her waist. Her eyes had fluttered lightly closed, her lashes resting against her cheeks soft as butterflies, as his hand settled itself against the nape of her neck. Moments afterward the soft caress of his lips against hers had the young woman wrapping her arms lightly around his neck. For all of her normally tough exterior, the one she had been refining, tempering like metal, perfecting over time to survive in this galaxy dominated by people who tried to hold her down...the woman felt herself melting into the kiss. As much as she had tried to keep herself distant, to remind herself that this would never ever work, that she had to be careful and keep her head...at that moment, that one shining moment, she didn't care what the planet thought, or what the galaxy thought, or even what the Force thought (if it could think anyway)...it was just herself alone with this intriguing, charming, handsome man.
The thrill of the kiss itself nearly swept her breath away, her heart pattering in wild and unorganized rhythms. Somehow he had gotten in under her shields, and he could do just about anything to her (within reason) that he wanted...even if that was ripping her to shreds inside. Chances were, that even if he did try to rip her apart emotionally, she'd still come back for more. Such are the ways of youth, and eventually time and experience would harden her to that mentality, but as things stood...Rook was perfect. Dashing, daring, handsome, charming, witty, clever, intelligent, kind, caring....who wouldn't melt in his arms, never mind his kiss?
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Post by Meira on Apr 28, 2009 11:04:15 GMT -5
Creed had served the royal family for years. He started as little more than an assistant to an assistant's assistant. But he worked his way up the ranks through sheer determination and a fair bit of weaseling. But no one could deny his dedication to his position, whatever his motives. Creed had never given King Phalen reason to doubt his judgment. Even if his advice was not always followed, it was always logical. Creed took his position very seriously, and though he sometimes resented being given tasks he felt were below him, he never once let such feelings show. His assignments were always carried out to the "T", and were expeditious and clean.
Creed was tasked with one such assignment now. He had been put in charge of the quiet search for Prince Rook. He really only had himself to blame, after all, he was the one who brought Rook's absence to the King's attention in the first place. He had noted in the King's ear that it might cause rumors to spread among the press that Rook was unwilling to be present at his brother's marriage. It was Creed's gift to note potentially bad press before the press did. The King, of course, was only mildly worried and so asked that Creed not make a fuss about finding Rook. Indeed, the boy was probably only distracted by some girl.
It must be understood that the relationship between Rook and Creed was civil, at best. Though Creed had many years of life and experience over Rook, the young Prince had managed to make a fool of him on a few occasions, something Creed would never forget or forgive. He resented Rook's charm, his intelligence, and his apparent lack of ambition. Creed couldn't understand the Prince, and Rook never thought twice about Creed to know that there was bad blood between them.
The search through the grounds turned up nothing, and Rook was nowhere inside the palace either. It wasn't until the sun began to set on the horizon that they learned Rook had taken two spats, and a woman, out for a ride. Creed, perhaps a little crazed by the potential chance to embarrass the Prince, took a party, led by sniffing hounds, to look for Rook. It was not hard for the hounds to follow the trail, and they were quickly past palace grounds, across the open field, and through the meadow. Just as the sun melted away from the sky, Rook had been found.
The hounds barked and ran to Rook's side, elated that they had found the object of their search. They danced around the two, baying loudly. Rook again flushed with embarrassment, as the hounds had startled him out of the kiss. He looked around, his gray eyes hardening to stone, as he searched for an explanation. He didn't understand why Creed was walking up, a whole group behind him. Rook stood to face the intruders, giving Aunna, hopefully, reassuring glance.
What is the meaning of this? He demanded, his eyes immediately burning into Creed's. His voice had automatically taken on the cold authority of royalty. If Creed had not been so pleased with the circumstances, he might have flinched.
Prince Rook! He exclaimed with false relief. How glad we are to have found you! You've had us worried sick! Creed's eyes only spared Aunna a moment, but conveyed what he thought was a sharp rebuke, before returning his full focus to the Prince, who stood a clean head taller than himself. I was dispatched to find you and return you immediately. It would be most regrettable should it be found that the Crown Prince's own brother would rather be cavorting about with a less than prestigious woman... again his eyes flashed angrily towards Aunna. ...than celebrate such a wondrously significant occasion. When his eyes returned to Rook's, they were as smooth as silk.
Rook looked down his nose in disgust at the man, whose glances towards Aunna had not gone unnoticed. Rook turned his back on Creed, offering his hand to help Aunna off the ground. I am sorry. He whispered, jutting his head towards Creed. I'll get rid of them. He winked.
I am afraid that is not possible. Creed interrupted, obviously having heard Rook's last comment. With a wave of his hands, Creed signaled some of the larger men in the company into action. The two men moved forward, standing on either side of Rook, and placed large hands on his shoulders. They faces were blank masks, but Rook could detect a hint of apology in their eyes. They had no choice but to follow orders.
My instructions are to bring you back immediately, my Prince. He finished his words with a bow that held nothing but contempt.
Rook looked at the two men at his sides, and then at Aunna. His brows had pressed together in the irritation of the situation. It seemed he had no choice in the matter. He reached up his hands, and patted away those of the security men. Force would not be necessary. It would only make things worse. Without turning back to face Creed, Rook sighed before he spoke. So be it. Aunna. Rook held out his hand again, to help Aunna back up onto her spat.
Ahhem.
Rook, his eyes now flashing an angry steel, turned to face Creed. What? The word came out more like a bark than a question.
I must have a word with the young lady. Please. He gestured to Rook's spat. It was not a request. The security men moved to walk Rook in that direction.
Rook was fuming as he battled to control his contempt for the man. If he lost his temper, he'd only give Creed more reason to push. He turned back to Aunna, his apology evident in his eyes. He took her hand in his and kissed the backs of her fingers. I'll see you soon. He said, forcing a faint smile across his face. He had no reason to doubt that he would. If he could read Creed's mind, he might have. Rook was then escorted to his spat, which he mounted quickly. He was granted a moment of pause as the others quickly mounted their birds to look to Aunna before he was lead away, like some sort of prisoner.
Creed smiled and waved after the group until they were too far to hear. He then turned to Aunna, his smile mutating into a smirk. He took in the woman's appearance and noted the pendant she wore on the low necklace. Ahh... He said, absentmindedly reaching for it. I know who you are. Creed chuckled. Aunna Borgonia, Jade's twin. Creed was speaking more to himself than to Aunna.
He was recalling the few interactions he had with the Borgonia family. Like so many of his interactions with nobles, they were not good ones. Creed was not of noble blood. He resented the noble class with a passion. The nobles, of course, were none the wiser, barely noticing the insignificant aid to the Royal Family. This of course, only fueled Creed's resentment, breeding in him a most unappealing nature. In a self fulfilling prophecy, Creed had made himself into a person no one liked to be around, and he took that as a great insult. So it was no surprise that Creed greatly disliked this beautiful lady.
You would be wise not to fool yourself. He said, finally looking into Aunna's eyes. Prince Rook has much better prospects. Unfortunately for you, he enjoys... playing, with the lesser ones. It's something of a sport to him. Creed smiled his wicked smile again. But don't fret, my dear. I'll make sure you are given plenty of opportunity to forget his cruelty.
Without another word, Creed turned and jumped up onto his spat, eyes glittering with his victory. He didn't wait for Aunna. Creed spurred his mount and raced off to catch up with the group that was now barely visible in the distance, leaving Aunna alone with her bird.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on May 4, 2009 12:47:09 GMT -5
The kiss, good as it was, was not to be it seemed. "The force has other things in mind for me, it seems" might have been one of Aunna's thoughts had she been brought up to believe in the force as the jedi did. Instead, "great, barking hounds. What a lovely way to have things end...were we really that missed?" were her thoughts as Rook pulled away and the hounds bounded happily around the two of them. Sighing, the woman had to keep herself from fawning over the still baying dogs that circled the place where they sat. Sighing, she gathered her legs under her more fully so that she could stand more easily when the time came.
Even as Rook glanced around for the cause, Aunna's eyes and senses were almost immediately drawn to the almost gleeful feeling of the man approaching. Narrowing her eyes, she stood just after Rook did. Catching Rook's glance, the already battle hardened brunette showed little sign of the free spirited woman she had been only moments before. In her place was a much more stern and stoic young woman, with sapphire eyes that could cut into the heart of nearly anyone, the distinct aire of military training mixed with the formality, pride and honor that her family was known for amongst the nobles, and a grim sort of acceptance...but behind it all, her eyes showed that fiery will and resolve, she wouldn't back down from these men no matter who they THOUGHT they were. If Rook managed to notice any of this in his glance toward her, he would have undoubtedly seen a vision of an older and more wizened Aunna, one he would see again in the future. Creed's poor attempts at glares and condescending looks were not unnoticed by the young pilot either, however, his looks were only given the slight raise of an eyebrow in return. Compared to some of the looks her father and grandfather gave, his looks...well...they were laughable, in fact, she almost HAD laughed at the look he apparently thought was a look of rebuke. Only by lifting her chin slightly in defiance had she managed to not laugh. Sure, there would be hell to pay for this, but at the moment she was just happy she'd managed to keep herself from laughing at this pompous windbag.
As the battle of "wits"...if one could imagine the puffed up little twit of a man before them as having any wits to begin with...began, all Aunna could do was stand by and watch. And try not to laugh. It wasn't so much because the situation was funny as it was the fact that the man actually thought all his puffing up was actually going to elicit some reaction out of them...like they were going to think they had done wrong and he was correct in telling them off. Pha! As he spoke about her, Aunna only raised an eyebrow again. Really...less than prestigious hmm? He was one to talk, and since when had it been HIS decision who Rook did what with anyway? The fact of the matter was, that despite the man's attempts to get under her skin, he was failing miserably, and only making things worse for himself later. Aunna could feel the anger rippling off Rook by this time. Even as he turned back to her and spoke, giving her that wink, she could only give him a passive look, her face a long practiced neutral, only her eyes softening slightly.
That foul man spoke again and motioned for the men to "lead" Rook away, like some common criminal. Only then did her anger truly flare up. Eyes blazing like blue stars, several of the men still standing behind the pompous git backed away a step, a feeling they couldn't quite explain creeping up around them and though them, like the judgment of the righteous was coming for them from the afterlife before their time in the galaxy was over. No doubt all around her would feel it...she had no control over the power she had in the force, but her anger at how they were treating the youngest prince was made clear then despite the fact that she hadn't yet said a word.
So this is how we treat our Princes these days? Like common criminals to be lead off by force? He can walk on his own.
Blue eyes flashed a dangerous warning to the two men standing on either side of Rook and even as he would go to brush their hands away they were already letting go. As Rook offered his hand to Aunna to help her back onto her own spat, the little cretin let himself be known once again. Hmph...I'm sure he does have to talk to me...little prick. His wig has gotten to tight for him. Even as Rook returned his attention to her once more she stilled her anger and forced herself into a rational, chilly, sort of calm.
"I'll see you soon"
He stated and she withheld a sigh even as he kissed the backs of her fingers and returned his smile with a small one of her own. Unlike Rook, Aunna didn't have such a positive outlook, but she DID have was a well practiced ability to put on a mask...a mask of any emotion (or lack there of) and make someone else believe she was actually feeling that way. That was what she did for Rook. She could sense the Creed's motives, at least in part since she was naturally good at reading people and their intents plus her aptitude in feeling the force only strengthened this ability, and yet she managed a small smile and a "it'll be okay" look. As he was led away, she huffed slightly and pointedly ignored the man beside her, allowing her lack of hostile emotions to do the work in making the man squirm, and despite his apparent pleasure with the happenings, he did squirm inwardly, if only because he didn't understand how she was keeping so calm.
As Rook gazed back at them from the saddle of his spat, Aunna could be seen, straight backed yet not rigid, her chin tilted upward so slightly one could barely notice it, tawny hair and light blue silken dress fluttering slightly in the breeze and gathering nightfall as she gazed back at him. Profiled against the skyline, her lean form and natural grace combined with her military bearing and masked expression of neutrality to the situation gave her an almost mythological look, a huntress/goddess come to walk among the mortals of the planet. She gave him a slight nod and slowly turned her head back to face the squat little leech beside her as he would have to turn and ride off with the others.
Even as she gazed at Creed she could feel the resentment and hate boiling up in him from being hidden within until Rook had left. His smile turned to a smirk and still Aunna remained infuriatingly cool, only giving him a gentle lift of one eyebrow to show she had noted any change...other than that, she did not deign to speak to him. It wasn't until he reached for her family's crest that she made any motion that she saw him at all. It happened in a flash. One arm came up and swatted his hand aside, her other arm jutted out, her palm stopping only millimeters from his nose. It was obvious that she had stopped herself, her arm half extended, muscles still tensed as she gave him a warning look. She could have easily killed him right then just by continuing her motion.
I'll warn you now not to try touching my necklace. I can assure you that my reaction will be similar if you do, and if you actually DO ever touch it, I won't stop my hand. The same holds true for anyone else in my family. You see this crest on them...necklace, pocket watch, badge, whatever...you don't touch unless you have permission.
Her words held a warning tone that, if the man had ANY brain at all, would make her meaning crystal clear and that he would follow her warning. Only after a moment did he speak again, "warning" her against Rook and his 'wild ways,' when what he was really doing was telling her that he wasn't about to allow her to see Rook in private again. Her anger at the injustice of it flared up in her, but just as she was about to voice her opinions and questions, Creed lept into the saddle of his spat and sped away.
Coward.
She stated, none too quietly as she watched his retreating form. Letting out a soft whistle, her own spat trotted over and stood patiently for her to mount up. She could have used a bit of help, but she managed well enough. The ride back was slow going, having to follow a trail she barely remembered and barely knew...and to make things worse...in the dark. Upset and angry, she allowed the spat to go at its own pace. When she finally managed to reach the stables, she apologized to stable master, who's name she couldn't remember for the life of her, and walked toward the reception...or what was left of it.
Jade was the first one to see her arrive, and he hurried over to his sister, blue eyes filled with concern and anger. He hugged her first, then grilled her on the aspects of the day, especially what had transpired after Rook and the others had left. Creed hadn't bothered to tell the Borgonias where their daughter was, nor even that he had returned with the prince and FOUND Aunna. Growling, he brought his sister back into the reception, where...despite the hour...a decent number of guests still lingered.
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