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Realistic or Modern Rin, La Reine Prochaine: Sweeney
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mystereieuse
peace, love,....., applesauce?
Rin had travelled all through the night, following the mountain road up into the Vinvil's to rest for a few hours, as well as eat. It was summer, so though the mountain caps were covered in snow, Vinvil's Pass was located less than halfway up the mountain along the road that passed through the mountain range. She didn't want to loiter around too long here. No. Rin only stayed long enough to eat and catch four and a half hours of sleep before she packed up and was on the move again. Her parents, the king and queen, would more than likely send soldiers out in all directions to the neighboring towns to search for her. But her plan was to be ahead of them. They would calculate that she would have stopped off in a town close by the kingdom when she grew tired of travelling, which was true. They would not, however, deduce that she would in fact be one step ahead of them and on the move again before the sun was even high up in the sky.
The neat braid updo that Rin was forced to wear everyday had fallen free, leaving only the wavy locks of red hair. She had noticed that the last time she ran off, she let her hair down to let it breathe, and no one gave her a second glance. But when she returned back the way she came with her hair tied back again, the entire street noticed her and she was spotted. It was something she'd noted for years at the palace. The royal paintings and photographs of them that were in the palace and surrounding towns depicted her with a light brown shade of hair. At the time, she had equated it to the fact that her hair appears darker when it is gathered, such as in a ponytail, bun or braid, and can't catch light well. So it looks light brown. Though, in reality, she was a redhead. And with her hair down, unlike it never was back home, it was the rich red hazelnut color no one knew she had. This time she ran way, she was prepared, changing into commoner's clothes before she left the palace. Something else Rin noticed was off was the color of her eyes. They never looked it in the paintings or in any picture she ever took, but they weren't a brown grey, but actually hazel. Even now, as she was continuing down the mountain road, making her way to Sweeney, her hair was hanging straight down her back to her waist. Rin was always tucked, powdered and snatched that so many of her features went unnoticed. Hell, Rin had a face covered in freckles, but with the pounds of makeup her mother forced her to cake on everyday, no one could ever tell!
So far, most of the way was spent murmuring in anger to herself. She hated that she was being forced into marrying someone she didn't love. Well, she didn't have to marry, or marry someone she loved. But as a queen and as a member of the royal family, she must continue the bloodline to rise to the throne when her reign is over. And for diplomatic reasons, having someone as king would made presiding over the continent less of a burden on her shoulders. This was the way things were, and heirs in her family, including her parents, married out of duty. Her parents got along well, and were great friends, but it was very obvious to Rin that they weren't in love. As an only child, Rin's left with the immense responsibility as being the only heir to the throne. There were no siblings to become king or queen if Rin didn't want the throne or if she couldn't conceive a child to carry on the royal name. She was only seventeen and she already felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.
The sun began to dip down beneath the edge of the horizon, the sky turning a soothing orange and pink hue. Soon she would have to rest. She had a long day the night before she fled, and had been travelling ever since, minus the few hours she spent in Vinvil's Pass. Her stomach was empty, as well, and eventually she would also need to eat. Even now, the thick cloth bag she wore carrying her money, water and clothes was weighing her down. Rin was already simmering down, though she remained largely bothered about the stresses at the kingdom.
She was tired of walking, now, and just wanted a proper rest. And a meal. A nice, hearty meal. And she'd eat it so unladylike because she was so tired of starving from eating so pretentiously slow all the time! Sweeney, a vibrant farming town in the valley of the mountain, was up ahead and Rin began to get excited. Soon, she would be in the town center enjoying a meal and sleeping for two hundred years. Rin didn't intend to necessarily spend a long time away from the palace, though she'd like to very much. But since her seventeenth birthday two weeks ago, the kingdom is making arrangements for Rin to take a husband and the throne. Her coronation wasn't until her eighteenth birthday, at the latest. So, worst comes to worst, she could play hookie from it all until then. Rin also didn't plan on moving towns after Sweeney. She'd go there, do her best to blend in and not get found out, and if she does, oh well.
It took her maybe half an hour to reach the town and the sun was well on its way to setting completely. The town smelled of delicious foods and spices and she was excited to visit it. She'd actually only passed through the town and had never gotten the chance to explore it. She would, now, though. Rin loved the rustic buildings in the town. The air was so fresh and she bet it was much quieter than the palace or anywhere in Gellenvale. A small pub looked promising and Rin stepped in, hands in the pockets of the dark blue peacoat that she wore over a dark green sweater dress. Her legs were in a pair of form fitting black pants and her brown boots were laced tightly up to her calves. The black scarf around her neck bundled under her chin, but she removed it as she went to take a seat at the counter. It smelled of food in here and she could eat all of it, as far as she was concerned. There were other people sitting at the counter as well, a couple of men and a female at the end. Rin waited for the barkeep to turn around and she waved her hand enthusiastically, trying to catch his attention from the patrons talking loudly as they stood by the bar. They grey haired man approached her and Rin gave him a friendly smile. "Hi, thanks for seeing me." She began, the smile still on her face. "Can I get the beef sandwich and a pint of La Rouge?" The barkeep nodded and left to put in her order and pour her drink. Her parents never let her drink more than a sip of the alcoholic cider in her entire life, but it was the only drink she could get at her age that contained alcohol in it. Gregoryans could partake in the delicious and sweet drink from the age of 12, though it's only popular amongst those aged 15-17 (you had to be 18 for the rums and wines and cognacs).
He returned shortly with the glass of the red bubbling cider and Rin thanked him, placing a few coins on the table. It was too much, even considering her meal. But Rin had too much money. When she snuck out, she made it a habit to pay more than what she owed. Rin took the glass of cider into her hands and leaned her face over it to give it a smell. So sweet and fragrant. She slowly tilted the glass and took a long sip of the thick and smooth liquid.
The neat braid updo that Rin was forced to wear everyday had fallen free, leaving only the wavy locks of red hair. She had noticed that the last time she ran off, she let her hair down to let it breathe, and no one gave her a second glance. But when she returned back the way she came with her hair tied back again, the entire street noticed her and she was spotted. It was something she'd noted for years at the palace. The royal paintings and photographs of them that were in the palace and surrounding towns depicted her with a light brown shade of hair. At the time, she had equated it to the fact that her hair appears darker when it is gathered, such as in a ponytail, bun or braid, and can't catch light well. So it looks light brown. Though, in reality, she was a redhead. And with her hair down, unlike it never was back home, it was the rich red hazelnut color no one knew she had. This time she ran way, she was prepared, changing into commoner's clothes before she left the palace. Something else Rin noticed was off was the color of her eyes. They never looked it in the paintings or in any picture she ever took, but they weren't a brown grey, but actually hazel. Even now, as she was continuing down the mountain road, making her way to Sweeney, her hair was hanging straight down her back to her waist. Rin was always tucked, powdered and snatched that so many of her features went unnoticed. Hell, Rin had a face covered in freckles, but with the pounds of makeup her mother forced her to cake on everyday, no one could ever tell!
So far, most of the way was spent murmuring in anger to herself. She hated that she was being forced into marrying someone she didn't love. Well, she didn't have to marry, or marry someone she loved. But as a queen and as a member of the royal family, she must continue the bloodline to rise to the throne when her reign is over. And for diplomatic reasons, having someone as king would made presiding over the continent less of a burden on her shoulders. This was the way things were, and heirs in her family, including her parents, married out of duty. Her parents got along well, and were great friends, but it was very obvious to Rin that they weren't in love. As an only child, Rin's left with the immense responsibility as being the only heir to the throne. There were no siblings to become king or queen if Rin didn't want the throne or if she couldn't conceive a child to carry on the royal name. She was only seventeen and she already felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.
The sun began to dip down beneath the edge of the horizon, the sky turning a soothing orange and pink hue. Soon she would have to rest. She had a long day the night before she fled, and had been travelling ever since, minus the few hours she spent in Vinvil's Pass. Her stomach was empty, as well, and eventually she would also need to eat. Even now, the thick cloth bag she wore carrying her money, water and clothes was weighing her down. Rin was already simmering down, though she remained largely bothered about the stresses at the kingdom.
She was tired of walking, now, and just wanted a proper rest. And a meal. A nice, hearty meal. And she'd eat it so unladylike because she was so tired of starving from eating so pretentiously slow all the time! Sweeney, a vibrant farming town in the valley of the mountain, was up ahead and Rin began to get excited. Soon, she would be in the town center enjoying a meal and sleeping for two hundred years. Rin didn't intend to necessarily spend a long time away from the palace, though she'd like to very much. But since her seventeenth birthday two weeks ago, the kingdom is making arrangements for Rin to take a husband and the throne. Her coronation wasn't until her eighteenth birthday, at the latest. So, worst comes to worst, she could play hookie from it all until then. Rin also didn't plan on moving towns after Sweeney. She'd go there, do her best to blend in and not get found out, and if she does, oh well.
It took her maybe half an hour to reach the town and the sun was well on its way to setting completely. The town smelled of delicious foods and spices and she was excited to visit it. She'd actually only passed through the town and had never gotten the chance to explore it. She would, now, though. Rin loved the rustic buildings in the town. The air was so fresh and she bet it was much quieter than the palace or anywhere in Gellenvale. A small pub looked promising and Rin stepped in, hands in the pockets of the dark blue peacoat that she wore over a dark green sweater dress. Her legs were in a pair of form fitting black pants and her brown boots were laced tightly up to her calves. The black scarf around her neck bundled under her chin, but she removed it as she went to take a seat at the counter. It smelled of food in here and she could eat all of it, as far as she was concerned. There were other people sitting at the counter as well, a couple of men and a female at the end. Rin waited for the barkeep to turn around and she waved her hand enthusiastically, trying to catch his attention from the patrons talking loudly as they stood by the bar. They grey haired man approached her and Rin gave him a friendly smile. "Hi, thanks for seeing me." She began, the smile still on her face. "Can I get the beef sandwich and a pint of La Rouge?" The barkeep nodded and left to put in her order and pour her drink. Her parents never let her drink more than a sip of the alcoholic cider in her entire life, but it was the only drink she could get at her age that contained alcohol in it. Gregoryans could partake in the delicious and sweet drink from the age of 12, though it's only popular amongst those aged 15-17 (you had to be 18 for the rums and wines and cognacs).
He returned shortly with the glass of the red bubbling cider and Rin thanked him, placing a few coins on the table. It was too much, even considering her meal. But Rin had too much money. When she snuck out, she made it a habit to pay more than what she owed. Rin took the glass of cider into her hands and leaned her face over it to give it a smell. So sweet and fragrant. She slowly tilted the glass and took a long sip of the thick and smooth liquid.
SecretsInTime
Always Role Playing Romance
He had done it. Finn had finally confronted his parents about his future. While his mother and father had never come outright and said it, he knew that they discouraged any education except for the farming that help their land. He was carving his latest creation, a miniature figure of horse on its back two legs, its majestic mane billowing in imaginary wind, and was suddenly fed up with the pressure. So, he finally brought art up to his parents.
In the rural parts kingdom of Gregorya, especially on the outskirts of farming towns such as Sweeny, like where Finn lived, it was common for children who had graduated basic school to wait a few years before going back to education. For some, it was for life experience; and for others, such as Finn, it was due to lack of money and the need to help their family. The year he finished school, there was a drought that damaged plantations in Sweeney and neighboring farms. Gregorya as a whole survived and got through, but his family and many other farmers were affected. Their food supply was low, their produce was short and therefore, their money was dwindling fast. Finn graduated when he was 17 and helped clean up that monetary mess.
But now, he had just turned 20 a week ago, and the situation had been cleared. He had no need to stay behind anymore, especially with Rowan and Lily, his siblings, helping out. So he began a civilized conversation with his parents over dinner - which quickly turned into a not-so-civilized one. Let's just say, as soon as a fresh potato was thrown, he ducked out.
He grabbed a thick winter coat off the hangar in the main room and slammed the front door behind him, and began walking. He heard some faint hollers behind him, demanding that he return, but he kept his stormy blue eyes on the dusty road in front of him.
He often walked away when he knew situations were getting to a point where he might do something he would regret. Of course, he regret that entire conversation, but there was no denying it happened now. He simply wanted to get his mind off of that whole fight and relax in the city a while. He would probably sneak back home later that night, without anyone knowing he had returned, and avoid everyone for a day. But for now, it was time to visit the town.
Sweeney, with its originality in building structure and unique music and scents in the air, always comforted Finn, even as a child. It was simply familiar. Walking down the cobbled main street, he passed the small general store he always went to for art supplies. He knew the owner well, and it was thirty minutes to closing time. After considering for a brief moment, Finn relented to his desires and went inside to buy the leather sketchbook he'd had his eye on. The book was only about an inch longer than his larger hands, and was bound by rich, red-brown leather, with swirls engraved on the edges. The paper was thick and high-quality, and the charcoal pencils he had would draw on it like butter spread on bread. It was perfect.
Walking out of the store with a smile on his face, he noticed one of the three pubs in Sweeney was rather busy. Suddenly feeling inspiration, he walked inside the pub and made his way through the room to the chair in the back corner. It was a little red love seat, big enough for two, but it was nearly always empty - tonight was no exception. He took a seat and whipped out his new book and his favorite charcoal pencil he always had with him, and looked around the room for his latest sketch subject while running a hand through his hair. He decided that the elaborate lamp some feet away would be it, and began immediately. He saw a sort of hope in the lamp, as it burned brightly in a dark corner with no one to help it. Soon, he was lost in the drawing, his eyebrows drawn slightly together and him biting his lip a little as he always did when he created.
In the rural parts kingdom of Gregorya, especially on the outskirts of farming towns such as Sweeny, like where Finn lived, it was common for children who had graduated basic school to wait a few years before going back to education. For some, it was for life experience; and for others, such as Finn, it was due to lack of money and the need to help their family. The year he finished school, there was a drought that damaged plantations in Sweeney and neighboring farms. Gregorya as a whole survived and got through, but his family and many other farmers were affected. Their food supply was low, their produce was short and therefore, their money was dwindling fast. Finn graduated when he was 17 and helped clean up that monetary mess.
But now, he had just turned 20 a week ago, and the situation had been cleared. He had no need to stay behind anymore, especially with Rowan and Lily, his siblings, helping out. So he began a civilized conversation with his parents over dinner - which quickly turned into a not-so-civilized one. Let's just say, as soon as a fresh potato was thrown, he ducked out.
He grabbed a thick winter coat off the hangar in the main room and slammed the front door behind him, and began walking. He heard some faint hollers behind him, demanding that he return, but he kept his stormy blue eyes on the dusty road in front of him.
He often walked away when he knew situations were getting to a point where he might do something he would regret. Of course, he regret that entire conversation, but there was no denying it happened now. He simply wanted to get his mind off of that whole fight and relax in the city a while. He would probably sneak back home later that night, without anyone knowing he had returned, and avoid everyone for a day. But for now, it was time to visit the town.
Sweeney, with its originality in building structure and unique music and scents in the air, always comforted Finn, even as a child. It was simply familiar. Walking down the cobbled main street, he passed the small general store he always went to for art supplies. He knew the owner well, and it was thirty minutes to closing time. After considering for a brief moment, Finn relented to his desires and went inside to buy the leather sketchbook he'd had his eye on. The book was only about an inch longer than his larger hands, and was bound by rich, red-brown leather, with swirls engraved on the edges. The paper was thick and high-quality, and the charcoal pencils he had would draw on it like butter spread on bread. It was perfect.
Walking out of the store with a smile on his face, he noticed one of the three pubs in Sweeney was rather busy. Suddenly feeling inspiration, he walked inside the pub and made his way through the room to the chair in the back corner. It was a little red love seat, big enough for two, but it was nearly always empty - tonight was no exception. He took a seat and whipped out his new book and his favorite charcoal pencil he always had with him, and looked around the room for his latest sketch subject while running a hand through his hair. He decided that the elaborate lamp some feet away would be it, and began immediately. He saw a sort of hope in the lamp, as it burned brightly in a dark corner with no one to help it. Soon, he was lost in the drawing, his eyebrows drawn slightly together and him biting his lip a little as he always did when he created.
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mystereieuse
peace, love,....., applesauce?
It didn't take long for the second glass of Rouge to begin to flush her cheeks and glue a silly smile onto her face. But she didn't fancy getting drunk. Well, she did, very much so. She'd just never been drunk before and thought it would be counterproductive for her to run away, then get drunk and give herself away. Her parents would kill her if she was found out completely drunk off her ass and being sloppy. But the Rouge was very good. It would be hard for her to stop because for once in her life she just wanted to let go. She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from her seat, thinking that she would fancy a look at the view from upstairs.
Rin swayed a little, not used to the sensation of even mild intoxication. But she was able to overcome it quickly and began making her way toward the steps across the room. She looked around at the townspeople as they danced drunkenly in the center floor. Rin was smiling ear to ear, now. Everyone was having a good time in their merry ways and she was fascinated by them. A couple of men dance in a circle around each other, one of them losing balance and knocking into Rin. Her petite frame is easily shoved off to the side and she stumbles off track, toward a row of high-top tables that people were standing at while having their drinks. She eventually gains her footing and starts off again for the stairs. There weren't all that many people in the pub, a good number but by no means was it packed, but there were groups of people stationed inconveniently as she had to weave through the tables just to get around them. The group of men in the center of the pub began singing loudly and the rest of the patrons abandoned their tables and rushed to join the singing gentlemen.
In the chaos, Rin was nearly swept into the vacuum of people as they flocked into the drunken crowd. She strained to maneuver through them, but when she was nearly to the edge, her bag was stuck under the heavy booted feet of two patrons. "E-excuse me?" Rin tried to get their attention, but her shy and quiet voice was barely a whisper above the booming voices of the singers. She tried to ask once more, but her voice was once again swallowed up in the noise. So she began to tug on the bag, attempting to dislodge it from the boots without even bothering the gentlemen at all. But it they were really heavy....
Rin tugged and tugged, trying to free the bag, and unluckily for her, the men moved together, their feet lifting from the bag, and without the weight, the force Rin was pulling with was used against her and she tumbled backward several large steps before hitting the wall near the corner of the room. The contents of her bag spill all around her and the lamp, mounted on the wall flickered when she hit the wall, dimming almost to the point of burning out, but slowly starts up again and begins to burn brightly once more.
Rin swayed a little, not used to the sensation of even mild intoxication. But she was able to overcome it quickly and began making her way toward the steps across the room. She looked around at the townspeople as they danced drunkenly in the center floor. Rin was smiling ear to ear, now. Everyone was having a good time in their merry ways and she was fascinated by them. A couple of men dance in a circle around each other, one of them losing balance and knocking into Rin. Her petite frame is easily shoved off to the side and she stumbles off track, toward a row of high-top tables that people were standing at while having their drinks. She eventually gains her footing and starts off again for the stairs. There weren't all that many people in the pub, a good number but by no means was it packed, but there were groups of people stationed inconveniently as she had to weave through the tables just to get around them. The group of men in the center of the pub began singing loudly and the rest of the patrons abandoned their tables and rushed to join the singing gentlemen.
In the chaos, Rin was nearly swept into the vacuum of people as they flocked into the drunken crowd. She strained to maneuver through them, but when she was nearly to the edge, her bag was stuck under the heavy booted feet of two patrons. "E-excuse me?" Rin tried to get their attention, but her shy and quiet voice was barely a whisper above the booming voices of the singers. She tried to ask once more, but her voice was once again swallowed up in the noise. So she began to tug on the bag, attempting to dislodge it from the boots without even bothering the gentlemen at all. But it they were really heavy....
Rin tugged and tugged, trying to free the bag, and unluckily for her, the men moved together, their feet lifting from the bag, and without the weight, the force Rin was pulling with was used against her and she tumbled backward several large steps before hitting the wall near the corner of the room. The contents of her bag spill all around her and the lamp, mounted on the wall flickered when she hit the wall, dimming almost to the point of burning out, but slowly starts up again and begins to burn brightly once more.
SecretsInTime
Always Role Playing Romance
Suddenly the light that was the subject of Finn's art find and flickers, and he snaps back into reality. There is a flushed, petite girl who has hit the wall, her belongings everywhere around her. He stares for a moment at her cute freckled face, curious. He hasn't seen her around this area.
He tucks his sketchbook away for now and gets up to her the young woman. When he finally reaches her, he smiles softly to her and begins to help pick her things up. "A little too much to drink?" He asks in his slight accent characteristic to the Sweeney area, placing her things in a neat pile. "It's okay, when you're new to alcohol it can get to be a little much." He guessed by her youthful face that she hadn't been old enough to drink for long, if she was indeed old enough. Perhaps it was rouge that she was drinking.
"My name is Finn. Finn Alastair." He stands and holds out a hand to pull her up to her feet when all of her things are packed again.
He tucks his sketchbook away for now and gets up to her the young woman. When he finally reaches her, he smiles softly to her and begins to help pick her things up. "A little too much to drink?" He asks in his slight accent characteristic to the Sweeney area, placing her things in a neat pile. "It's okay, when you're new to alcohol it can get to be a little much." He guessed by her youthful face that she hadn't been old enough to drink for long, if she was indeed old enough. Perhaps it was rouge that she was drinking.
"My name is Finn. Finn Alastair." He stands and holds out a hand to pull her up to her feet when all of her things are packed again.
mystereieuse
peace, love,....., applesauce?
Rin took Finn's hand and allowed him to help her get to her feet, blushing out of embarrassment, now. "No, only a bit of alcohol tonight." She chuckled a bit, pointing toward the center of the pub. "I was going to go upstairs for the view, but I got sorta tossed around in the middle." Rin was realizing how much of a princess she was. She didn't feel disrespected by the jostling, but she physically was clueless within it. Thinking back on her life for a quick moment, she never wrestled, lifted or moved anything of great weight. With her hand still in Finn's, Rin gave it a firm shake. Her hands were small and soft in his, and she gave him a friendly smile.
"I'm Rin. It's nice to meet you, Finn." She released his hand and grabbed her bag, lifting it onto her shoulder. "Hey. Our names rhyme!" She giggled softly.
"I'm Rin. It's nice to meet you, Finn." She released his hand and grabbed her bag, lifting it onto her shoulder. "Hey. Our names rhyme!" She giggled softly.
SecretsInTime
Always Role Playing Romance
Finn was a bit fascinated by the playful, happy look about Rin, and didn't miss the blush coloring her freckled face. It was almost impulsive to smile back to her.
"What a coincidence. I've never met anyone whose name sounded like mine." Finn said, grinning widely at the light, chiming sound of her laugh. "Is Rin short for another name?" He asked curiously, then turned to look up the staircase.
"Would you mind if I joined you upstairs? I could use some air from the crowded area down here." He didn't want to stop talking to this curious young woman yet. She intrigued him, and, well, helped him forget of his current problem. He needed more positive people - like himself - in his life.
"What a coincidence. I've never met anyone whose name sounded like mine." Finn said, grinning widely at the light, chiming sound of her laugh. "Is Rin short for another name?" He asked curiously, then turned to look up the staircase.
"Would you mind if I joined you upstairs? I could use some air from the crowded area down here." He didn't want to stop talking to this curious young woman yet. She intrigued him, and, well, helped him forget of his current problem. He needed more positive people - like himself - in his life.
mystereieuse
peace, love,....., applesauce?
"Sure, no problem." Rin said giving Finn a big and friendly smile. She was purposefully avoiding his question about Rin being short for another name. It was. Corinne. Corinne DuBourge. The soon-to-be publicly missing princess of Gellenvale. She must have been completely idiotic. Rin? Because it sounds the same as Rinne. And when the soldiers came looking for her, which they would search in every town of the continent until the found her, it will spread across the town like wildfire. Corinne is missing?! And Finn will hear about it and probably ask her, 'You hear about Corinne missing, Rin? ..Hey, wait a second! Rin,..., rinne,... you're Corinne, aren't you!' She could picture it now. Okay. That was all a very big stretch. She'd just come up with another name as soon as she could that Rin could be short for. Hopefully he'd forget he didn't receive an answer in the first place, which would give her some time.
She turned and stayed along the wall of the pub until she came to the wooden stairs, going up them quickly. It was much quieter up here. And empty. There were a few wooden tables and chairs that look cozy and warm and she moved to look out the window. She could see the sparkling lights of the town at night and it was so beautiful. Like looking into a painting.
She turned and stayed along the wall of the pub until she came to the wooden stairs, going up them quickly. It was much quieter up here. And empty. There were a few wooden tables and chairs that look cozy and warm and she moved to look out the window. She could see the sparkling lights of the town at night and it was so beautiful. Like looking into a painting.
SecretsInTime
Always Role Playing Romance
Finn followed her up the stairs, watching her light steps with a small smile. They reached the top floor, and he stayed some feet behind her, sliding his hands into his pockets and enjoying the awed look on her face as she gazed out at the village below her.
"You must not be from around here." He observed. "The view's great, right?" He took in all of the lights for the millionth time. It never got old to him.
Where if you from, if not here? Sorry if I'm prying." He added that last part when he realized how many questions he'd been asking. Though she didn't answer one of them... Did she avoid it or did she miss the question?
"You must not be from around here." He observed. "The view's great, right?" He took in all of the lights for the millionth time. It never got old to him.
Where if you from, if not here? Sorry if I'm prying." He added that last part when he realized how many questions he'd been asking. Though she didn't answer one of them... Did she avoid it or did she miss the question?
mystereieuse
peace, love,....., applesauce?
"No, I'm not from around here." Rin gave a small chuckle. "Yeah," she agreed. "The view is absolutely amazing." She opened the side door and walked out onto the flat surface of the roofing over the entry way to the pub. The weather was a little chilled, but by no means uncomfortable. "I'm from the East coast. Around Gellenvale." The answer was vague, and she hoped he didn't have extensive knowledge of Gellenvale as far as the areas around it. Of course she was familiar, but any questions veered toward the royal family had the highest possibility of leaving her stumped. Rin didn't want to outwardly lie, though she wasn't being one-hundred percent truthful about who she was with him.
"Are you from here?" Rin looked back through the doorway to look at Finn, the night breeze rustling her hair. The moonlight gave it a sultry chestnut glow. "Do you want to sit out here with me? It's a beautiful night. And I've never been here, so I can't say I'd mind the company. That is unless you have to get back home or you have things to do." Which was funny. Because Rin did have to go home and she had quite a lot of duties to tend to at the palace. Oh, all the things she was running away from. In a way, she felt envious of Finn. Even after she left, he'd get to live his life as close to how he wanted than she would ever be able to. He'd also be able to marry when and with whoever he wanted. Suddenly curious, she took a seat on the roof but then turned her head back toward him. "Say, Finn? You know the DuBourge heiress will have her coronation ceremony soon, right? That means she's gonna have to marry a complete stranger. Can you imagine that?"
"Are you from here?" Rin looked back through the doorway to look at Finn, the night breeze rustling her hair. The moonlight gave it a sultry chestnut glow. "Do you want to sit out here with me? It's a beautiful night. And I've never been here, so I can't say I'd mind the company. That is unless you have to get back home or you have things to do." Which was funny. Because Rin did have to go home and she had quite a lot of duties to tend to at the palace. Oh, all the things she was running away from. In a way, she felt envious of Finn. Even after she left, he'd get to live his life as close to how he wanted than she would ever be able to. He'd also be able to marry when and with whoever he wanted. Suddenly curious, she took a seat on the roof but then turned her head back toward him. "Say, Finn? You know the DuBourge heiress will have her coronation ceremony soon, right? That means she's gonna have to marry a complete stranger. Can you imagine that?"
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Finn ran a hand through his chocolate hair and walked outside with a small smile. "I'll keep you company." He agreed, sitting in one of the woven patio chairs and waiting for her to join him in the other one.
"Yup, I'm from around here." He nodded, looking to the clearly visible stars above. "Though I'm from the outskirts, on a farm." He left out things about his family, not really wanting to touch that subject right then.
The thought of marrying a random person was pretty horrifying, he had to admit. "Sounds awful. To think that you wouldn't even have time to fall in love and choose the perfect one... Is sad to say the least." He turned to her, wondering why she's bring this topic up so randomly. Of course, she was from around Gellenvale, so that was probably the hot news around there. She was probably just trying to find conversation.
"Yup, I'm from around here." He nodded, looking to the clearly visible stars above. "Though I'm from the outskirts, on a farm." He left out things about his family, not really wanting to touch that subject right then.
The thought of marrying a random person was pretty horrifying, he had to admit. "Sounds awful. To think that you wouldn't even have time to fall in love and choose the perfect one... Is sad to say the least." He turned to her, wondering why she's bring this topic up so randomly. Of course, she was from around Gellenvale, so that was probably the hot news around there. She was probably just trying to find conversation.
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"Yeah, I agree with you." Rin moved to sit in the chair beside him, crossing her legs. "I'm sorry to be so random. I was just curious." She gave him a wide smile then leaned back in the chair and looked at the stars as well. It was absolutely beautiful here. Rin could get used to the fresh air and beautiful views. And having Finn here to share it with wouldn't be a memory she would soon forget. But the fact that she was keeping something from her was beginning to weigh heavily on her mind. It felt like a rock tugging at the bottom of her stomach. It took everything she could to not turn toward him and spill everything. To just come clean. But Rin couldn't imagine Finn wanting anything more to do with her after she told him. Maybe he didn't like the princess of Gellenvale. "What do you think of her? My mom thinks she's in need of a lot of work and isn't all that excited for her to step up." Rin kept her eyes on the stars as she spoke. "Do you want to fall in love?"
At this question, Rin did turn her head to look at Finn. "I'm sorry or the random question. I've just never been in love, or with anyone. I guess I'm just a dreamer."
At this question, Rin did turn her head to look at Finn. "I'm sorry or the random question. I've just never been in love, or with anyone. I guess I'm just a dreamer."
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Finn laughed at her volley of serious questions. "You're very open, aren't you?" He asked, smiling widely. He kept an eye on her as she watched the stars.
"My family isn't the biggest fan of the royal family, I will admit, but I've never thought badly of any of them." He stated, shaking his head a little. "I choose to believe that they are people and are trying their best all the same as we are."
"As far as love, the idea sounds great, and I've thought about it, and maybe even gotten close to it, but I've never been in love for sure." He clarified. "I suppose I'm as much of a dreamer as you."
He never minded being the dreamer, the creative one or the optimist in the group. It seemed she didn't either and it was refreshing.
"My family isn't the biggest fan of the royal family, I will admit, but I've never thought badly of any of them." He stated, shaking his head a little. "I choose to believe that they are people and are trying their best all the same as we are."
"As far as love, the idea sounds great, and I've thought about it, and maybe even gotten close to it, but I've never been in love for sure." He clarified. "I suppose I'm as much of a dreamer as you."
He never minded being the dreamer, the creative one or the optimist in the group. It seemed she didn't either and it was refreshing.
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"I don't talk to people much." It was true. While she was very good at being polite and generous, Rin didn't get a whole lot of opportunity to interact with people socially. She wasn't required to say anything that didn't pertain to royal business so she remained clueless about what things she should and shouldn't say. She had no idea. Rin attempted to collect her thoughts and talk about things that maybe they had in common. What would she have in common with a farmhand?
The longer she sat by him, the more the guilt began to build within her. It was like a stone sitting in her stomach that weighed down on her, and her conscience. "Your family doesn't seem all that bad. At least they're involved." Rin barely ever saw her parents. And being an only child, there were no other children in the palace to play with, and of course, no chaperone that cared to take her to play with children of the kingdom or the villages surrounding the walls. 'Someone could hurt her' was what they always told Rin. There would always be those who strongly opposed the royal family and wouldn't stop at just simply voicing their disagreement; they would hurt her if they got the chance. Rin looked over to Finn and smiled. He was a nice boy.
"You've gotten close?" She turned toward him in the chair. "I'm an only child and my family lived apart from everyone else. I've never really been around all that many people and I never had someone to play with, or talk to when I got older." The rouge had her cheeks very red at this point, but now she was blushing, also, at the boy sitting next to her.
The longer she sat by him, the more the guilt began to build within her. It was like a stone sitting in her stomach that weighed down on her, and her conscience. "Your family doesn't seem all that bad. At least they're involved." Rin barely ever saw her parents. And being an only child, there were no other children in the palace to play with, and of course, no chaperone that cared to take her to play with children of the kingdom or the villages surrounding the walls. 'Someone could hurt her' was what they always told Rin. There would always be those who strongly opposed the royal family and wouldn't stop at just simply voicing their disagreement; they would hurt her if they got the chance. Rin looked over to Finn and smiled. He was a nice boy.
"You've gotten close?" She turned toward him in the chair. "I'm an only child and my family lived apart from everyone else. I've never really been around all that many people and I never had someone to play with, or talk to when I got older." The rouge had her cheeks very red at this point, but now she was blushing, also, at the boy sitting next to her.
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Her cheeks grew warm as she spoke to him, Finn couldn't help but notice. He smiled - she really was adorable.
"Really? I wouldn't have pegged you as an only child or anything like that." Finn shook his head and leaned back a bit in his chair, looking back up to the stars. "I lived out on a plantation, but I always had many friends in school and went to their houses." He paused. "Didn't you have friends in school?"
She did seem the social butterfly, but at the same time, everything she saw seemed to fascinate her, as if it was all foreign. She seemed sheltered as well, which was an odd combination.
"Really? I wouldn't have pegged you as an only child or anything like that." Finn shook his head and leaned back a bit in his chair, looking back up to the stars. "I lived out on a plantation, but I always had many friends in school and went to their houses." He paused. "Didn't you have friends in school?"
She did seem the social butterfly, but at the same time, everything she saw seemed to fascinate her, as if it was all foreign. She seemed sheltered as well, which was an odd combination.
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"I didn't go to traditional school. I was homeschooled." Rin replied. Well, homeschooled and private tutors were basically the same thing, right? "Well, if you didn't peg me as an only child, then what do you peg me as?" She was interested, now, turning in the chair to face him. Her small form was able to almost completely turn toward him and she gave him a playful smile. Interacting with real people was a bit of a challenge for Rin. She just didn't have the social skills. But Rin was a very sociable girl, she only lacked having a friend to talk to.
As Rin looked on Finn, she couldn't help but admire him. And envy him a little. He was a good-looking boy that could enjoy the beauty of this town. He was very nice and Rin enjoyed talking with him. Come to think of it, she'd never been alone with a boy before. The thought alone was enough to make her blush and she dipped her chin between her knees that were pulled up to her chest. A glimpse of light off in the distance distracted her and her eyes lifted to glance at the source. It was the orange glow of fire from six or seven torches. On horseback. That would be the soldiers.
She slowly began to slip further into nervousness, but held her composure. She had a better disguise this time. In fact, there was a chance that even if the soldiers made it all the way over here (if they were from Gellenvale) they wouldn't recognize her the way she was, now. But now as she looked toward Finn, she was sure it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. So she'd just let this play out. Smiling at Finn, Rin relaxed into the back of the chair, her soft hazel eyes on him.
As Rin looked on Finn, she couldn't help but admire him. And envy him a little. He was a good-looking boy that could enjoy the beauty of this town. He was very nice and Rin enjoyed talking with him. Come to think of it, she'd never been alone with a boy before. The thought alone was enough to make her blush and she dipped her chin between her knees that were pulled up to her chest. A glimpse of light off in the distance distracted her and her eyes lifted to glance at the source. It was the orange glow of fire from six or seven torches. On horseback. That would be the soldiers.
She slowly began to slip further into nervousness, but held her composure. She had a better disguise this time. In fact, there was a chance that even if the soldiers made it all the way over here (if they were from Gellenvale) they wouldn't recognize her the way she was, now. But now as she looked toward Finn, she was sure it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. So she'd just let this play out. Smiling at Finn, Rin relaxed into the back of the chair, her soft hazel eyes on him.
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"Hmm." Finn pondered for a moment, looking up to the stars before turning back to Rin. "You seem like the younger middle child of 4 kids. The one who's used to fitting in with other ages, but doesn't get all of the attention as the youngest. You know what I mean?" He laughs. "I'm just making this up." He shook his head and looked back to the view, where he noticed torch lights in the distance, with horses. Soldiers, at this time of night? Strange.
"Soldiers?" He asked vaguely, knowing that Rin would know what she was talking about. "What are they doing all the way out here, this late?" He wondered aloud.
"Soldiers?" He asked vaguely, knowing that Rin would know what she was talking about. "What are they doing all the way out here, this late?" He wondered aloud.
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Rin raised an eyebrow, looking at Finn. "Sweeney doesn't have soldiers stationed here?" She tilted her head and her eyes glanced over at the torches approaching the town. There was an unmistakable fear in her eyes as they watched the soldiers. But, as they neared, Rin saw their dark grey armor and relaxed. She was noticeably relaxed as the soldiers continued past the town, merely switching roads at the town. If they were soldiers from Gellenvale galloping toward her in their thick white armor.
"I can't really say I know what you mean. I don't really hang out with anyone where I live. Not many kids were homeschooled in my... village. And I don't live close to where they go to school and I wasn't allowed to go, regardless." Rin tucked her hands in the arms of her sweater. The night was a getting colder and the cool breeze was definitely giving her chills. "You seem like someone from a larger family than mine." Relle giggled. "Why have you come to a bar on a night like this?"
"I can't really say I know what you mean. I don't really hang out with anyone where I live. Not many kids were homeschooled in my... village. And I don't live close to where they go to school and I wasn't allowed to go, regardless." Rin tucked her hands in the arms of her sweater. The night was a getting colder and the cool breeze was definitely giving her chills. "You seem like someone from a larger family than mine." Relle giggled. "Why have you come to a bar on a night like this?"
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"This town is just so small that we have a few guards stationed here, but not that many." Finn said, confused, and watching Rin's body language turn more and more tense. As soon as the guards turned, however, Rin sat back and relaxed. This was interesting information Finn would store in the back of his mind. Perhaps she'd had a dark past with the kingdom, and was running from the guards to avoid being arrested; or she was attacked by guards and was escaping them; or...
Finn stopped his crazy fantasies. She was probably just nervous about crime in this city, being new... but it was still an interesting detail to keep.
Finn nodded as he heard of her secluded childhood. He really was curious about her now - why had she gone from her little village house to this city, of all places? And why did she leave anyways? But she had moved on and asked him a question, which actually turned out to be the one he was avoiding.
He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed, giving a sadistic half smile and looking away to the fire of the soldier's torches slowly disappearing over the horizon. "I just needed to get away from them for a while," He said. "And by the way, my immediate family isn't all that large; at least, according to standards around here. But my extended family is... quite expansive." He said, laughing a little.
Finn stopped his crazy fantasies. She was probably just nervous about crime in this city, being new... but it was still an interesting detail to keep.
Finn nodded as he heard of her secluded childhood. He really was curious about her now - why had she gone from her little village house to this city, of all places? And why did she leave anyways? But she had moved on and asked him a question, which actually turned out to be the one he was avoiding.
He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed, giving a sadistic half smile and looking away to the fire of the soldier's torches slowly disappearing over the horizon. "I just needed to get away from them for a while," He said. "And by the way, my immediate family isn't all that large; at least, according to standards around here. But my extended family is... quite expansive." He said, laughing a little.
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"My extended family is small, as well..." Her voice was quite small as she spoke. Rin was trying not to lie at all. She wasn't good at it. She didn't want to spend too long thinking about an answer because that would be suspicious, but she didn't want to give herself away by speaking too soon. Well, she did want to give herself away. People were counting on her and here she is, a runaway at a pub with some boy she's just met. Running away from her duties. But it's not like she asked for them.
"I needed to get away from my family for a while, too. As long of a while as I can." Rin sat up suddenly then gave Finn a smile. "How about some more to drink? Let's just forget about our worries for a couple more hours. We can bring them back up here, but maybe stay inside, this time." Rin pulled her jacket tight around her. Since she wasn't from the area, her outerwear was a bit....inadequate...for the conditions here. As it was, she was quite cold.
"I needed to get away from my family for a while, too. As long of a while as I can." Rin sat up suddenly then gave Finn a smile. "How about some more to drink? Let's just forget about our worries for a couple more hours. We can bring them back up here, but maybe stay inside, this time." Rin pulled her jacket tight around her. Since she wasn't from the area, her outerwear was a bit....inadequate...for the conditions here. As it was, she was quite cold.
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He nodded and smiled, getting up to go with her down the stairs. After having lived in Sweeney all his life, he was fairly used to the temperatures and often didn't remember that visitors were not. He followed her back inside and down the staircase, back to the bar and the crowds of people. As he passed by the lamp he was drawing, he vaguely remembered the sketch he needed to finish - but it didn't seem all that important then. This mystery girl was someone he wanted to get to know better - and it helped that she seemed to want to forget just as much as he did.
When she got to the counter, Finn pulled out his wallet and ordered the two drinks for them. He smiled back to her. "I appreciate your company. Allow me to buy you this drink?" It was a rhetorical question, really, for he was already paying the man.
When she got to the counter, Finn pulled out his wallet and ordered the two drinks for them. He smiled back to her. "I appreciate your company. Allow me to buy you this drink?" It was a rhetorical question, really, for he was already paying the man.
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Rin was laughing softly and she ran a hand through her hair. "Thank you for the drink, then, I guess." She picked up the drink and smiled back at Finn. She was enjoying herself. It was so unbelievably nice to be around someone other than those who came and went in the palace. Finn was a nice boy. For a moment, she wondered what he was running away from. He was good looking and had such a sunny disposition. His smile was infections and though it was a bit cool tonight, Rin couldn't help but feel a little warm when he smiled.
They meandered back upstairs, escaping the loud drunkards singing and dancing once again. Though this time, Rin didn't get caught up in the crowd then thrown around. When the floor leveled out, Rin chose a comfy looking sofa sitting in front of the fireplace and watched Finn take a seat. She imagined Finn to have a nice family but he is here at the pub with her. Did they not understand him? Was he playing up how much he said he liked it?
They meandered back upstairs, escaping the loud drunkards singing and dancing once again. Though this time, Rin didn't get caught up in the crowd then thrown around. When the floor leveled out, Rin chose a comfy looking sofa sitting in front of the fireplace and watched Finn take a seat. She imagined Finn to have a nice family but he is here at the pub with her. Did they not understand him? Was he playing up how much he said he liked it?
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Finn quietly followed the girl, smiling to himself. She seemed curious in him, and wondered whether she knew that she was acting as mysterious as she was. As he sat next to her with his drink by the fireplace, he was surprised to find that felt comfortable - and he had only met Rin a little while ago.
Taking a drink from his glass, he admired the fireplace architecture and then turned back to Rin. Maybe it was the alcohol turning him a bit looser, but he was suddenly excited to ask her random questions.
"Favorite color, food, and season. Go." He commanded, smirking a little.
Taking a drink from his glass, he admired the fireplace architecture and then turned back to Rin. Maybe it was the alcohol turning him a bit looser, but he was suddenly excited to ask her random questions.
"Favorite color, food, and season. Go." He commanded, smirking a little.
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"Uh-umm..." She stammered, looking down to her cup as she took a short moment to think. Nearly all of her favorite meals were Gellenvalian, which wasn't the problem. The issue is that they were foods almost exclusive to the palace and the areas just around it. Some of them notably ceremonial. Rin didn't want to risk mentioning them out of fear that Finn would recognize the name. But, part of her wanted to just tell the truth. Why did she keep coming back to that.
"Green, beef stew and potatoes, and a fall." Rin was proud of herself. She'd answered honestly. She did love beef stew. She'd sneak down into the kitchen in the middle of the night every time they had some for a meal to have all she wanted out of the scrutinizing eye of her company. And it was a common dish all over Gregorya. Rin was patting herself on the back mentally for this.
"What about you?"
"Green, beef stew and potatoes, and a fall." Rin was proud of herself. She'd answered honestly. She did love beef stew. She'd sneak down into the kitchen in the middle of the night every time they had some for a meal to have all she wanted out of the scrutinizing eye of her company. And it was a common dish all over Gregorya. Rin was patting herself on the back mentally for this.
"What about you?"
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He nodded curiously to her answers. She would look great in green, he thought. It was a color that suited her.
Without hesitation, Finn responded, "Dark blue, cream tomato pasta, and fall." He winked. "Same favorite season!"
Fall was harvest time - that was when the money was coming in and his parents were bearable. Dark blue was the color of his eyes, yes, but it was also the midnight sky, oceans at night, blueberries and more. Finally, tomatoes were his favorite food because of their versatility, but his all time favorite dish was pasta tossed in a creamy tomato sauce. The pasta in his home was typically homemade potato gnocchi, a staple in Sweeney.
"Now with those random questions out of the way..." he laughed a little at his own randomness. He ventured to a topic that was rare for him personally. "What do you want to do with your life, Rin from Gellenvale?" He asked, turning farther to her and sitting cross-legged, and taking another drink. "What do you aspire to become?"
Without hesitation, Finn responded, "Dark blue, cream tomato pasta, and fall." He winked. "Same favorite season!"
Fall was harvest time - that was when the money was coming in and his parents were bearable. Dark blue was the color of his eyes, yes, but it was also the midnight sky, oceans at night, blueberries and more. Finally, tomatoes were his favorite food because of their versatility, but his all time favorite dish was pasta tossed in a creamy tomato sauce. The pasta in his home was typically homemade potato gnocchi, a staple in Sweeney.
"Now with those random questions out of the way..." he laughed a little at his own randomness. He ventured to a topic that was rare for him personally. "What do you want to do with your life, Rin from Gellenvale?" He asked, turning farther to her and sitting cross-legged, and taking another drink. "What do you aspire to become?"
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