Post by Pillar of Creation on Jul 9, 2011 11:11:11 GMT -5
"She's a fine horse, sir." Seven told the stableman.
He simply stared at her with his mouth slightly parted, her magic bewitching him to her bidding. Seven didn't know if she was putting too much effort to make him react like that. In fact, she believed with her beauty alone she could make him just about anything.
She slowly gave him a knowing smile. "Can I have it for free, please?"
The man blinked, confused, and then nodded. He hurriedly tacked her horse with snaffle bits, a sidesaddle, and reins. Ungifted people tended to follow her orders as efficiently as possible. Like the stableman, the tailor had given her a grand dress without payment.
After the man stableman finished, Seven took the reins and casually left. After climbing the sidesaddle, Seven urged her horse to the palace. Some people paused and gazed up at her, awed, no doubt, at seeing a beautiful child among the rabble of commoners.
Seven ignored the whispers of people and instead focused on the flow of time. The empress hadn't bothered to look at her face. Good, she wouldn't need to use illusions then and there was a less chance that Liliana would detect her powers. Seven would try her best to cloak the infinitesimal core of magic deep within her chest.
When the gates to the castle were blocked by soldiers, Seven rested her wrist across the saddle's pommel, smiling at them.
"Who are you?" One of the guards demanded, somehow strong-minded enough to snap through the weak effort of bewitching.
The flow of time provided her the answers. "I am the daughter of Lord Chavelue. I have come here to train in manners under the tutelage of the empress herself. As you all know, she loves children and teaches them with all her heart."
The soldier studied her skeptically. Of course, she foresaw his anxiety at seeing such a self-possessed child who acted like a grownup. "A child of a prominent Lord going alone, without guards and seal of authority?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Just because I'm not surrounded by pomp, does that mean I'm not a noble? You wouldn't want the empress incinerating you into ashes, would you?"
"The empress gave us strict orders not to let anyone inside without permission." The man glanced at one of his comrades. "Tell the empress we have a visitor, or some pompous child who wants to be."
Seven stopped herself from bringing his nightmares to life and instead smirked. "I'll have your head on a golden platter and your skin as the case of my pillow, fool."
He simply stared at her with his mouth slightly parted, her magic bewitching him to her bidding. Seven didn't know if she was putting too much effort to make him react like that. In fact, she believed with her beauty alone she could make him just about anything.
She slowly gave him a knowing smile. "Can I have it for free, please?"
The man blinked, confused, and then nodded. He hurriedly tacked her horse with snaffle bits, a sidesaddle, and reins. Ungifted people tended to follow her orders as efficiently as possible. Like the stableman, the tailor had given her a grand dress without payment.
After the man stableman finished, Seven took the reins and casually left. After climbing the sidesaddle, Seven urged her horse to the palace. Some people paused and gazed up at her, awed, no doubt, at seeing a beautiful child among the rabble of commoners.
Seven ignored the whispers of people and instead focused on the flow of time. The empress hadn't bothered to look at her face. Good, she wouldn't need to use illusions then and there was a less chance that Liliana would detect her powers. Seven would try her best to cloak the infinitesimal core of magic deep within her chest.
When the gates to the castle were blocked by soldiers, Seven rested her wrist across the saddle's pommel, smiling at them.
"Who are you?" One of the guards demanded, somehow strong-minded enough to snap through the weak effort of bewitching.
The flow of time provided her the answers. "I am the daughter of Lord Chavelue. I have come here to train in manners under the tutelage of the empress herself. As you all know, she loves children and teaches them with all her heart."
The soldier studied her skeptically. Of course, she foresaw his anxiety at seeing such a self-possessed child who acted like a grownup. "A child of a prominent Lord going alone, without guards and seal of authority?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Just because I'm not surrounded by pomp, does that mean I'm not a noble? You wouldn't want the empress incinerating you into ashes, would you?"
"The empress gave us strict orders not to let anyone inside without permission." The man glanced at one of his comrades. "Tell the empress we have a visitor, or some pompous child who wants to be."
Seven stopped herself from bringing his nightmares to life and instead smirked. "I'll have your head on a golden platter and your skin as the case of my pillow, fool."