Young Writers Society

Aisha

I locked the caravan door this time, and wrapped a chain around it, looping the other end to a roof beam. I settled heavily on the little stool in front of my vanity desk, staring down the makeup I'd applied almost a day ago. I poured some water into a basin, tied my hair back tightly and tilted myself forward, dipping my face underwater. I felt the bits of chipped face paint floating off, the powders that hadn't quite set dissolving. I slipped my hands in, massaging away the patterns I'd used more force to apply.

When I came up, it was only for air. For someone whose life circulated around fire, I certainly liked being underwater. I grabbed a towel and pressed it against my face, sighing into the fabric. After a few seconds, I threw it on the bunk, my face was still damp. I stared in the mirror, pulling my hair down and grimacing as it stuck to my hairline, where water was the most present. Since when had I had that bruise? And where had that cut come from? Was that ash under my eyes, or dark circles? Man, I was falling apart. But I'd lost my chance at good sleep. I grumbled something that even I couldn't quite make out and reached for the carved box by my feet.

I'd undone the clasp in five seconds, tops, and the lid sprung open, pulling several layers back. I twirled a few of them outwards, reaching for a half full vial of green powder that sifted with every move. I unplugged the bit of cork and reached for my metal cup, still filled with cool water. I shook a bit of the powder in and mixed it, and then I was chugging it, my face twisting at the taste. Sweet, but earthy, and with a hint of something sharp and powerful. I coughed a little as my lips left the cup, and I had to wash it down with some regular water. That stuff packed a punch.

I started changing back into my clothes, wrapping a jacket around my shoulders. I wasn't used to things that didn't come past my waist -or far above it- but this was the one exception I could make. Maritza's beau's, see. He liked kids, and Maritza liked that. He put the jacket around me at the funeral, and he'd disappeared after that.

But now I was bored. I reluctantly unwound the chains and slithered around to the roof of the caravan, lying flat on my stomach, facing the palace.

Now to wait for something to happen.

Aarin Basir | His Room:

I yawned, rolling over. Sunlight was streaming in through my window... My open window. What the...? I shout upright in the bed, frowning. The sun was up. I grimaced. I was going to be late for my duties. I shot out of the bed and quickly got dressed. Why did I wake up so late? Suddenly, the night before came rushing back. Oh. The Lazzan Princess, she'd been sneaking out of her room. I sighed. Fine, fine.

Glowering, I finished putting my armour back on and stepped out of my room and into the hall. I saw Selene rush past but took no notice of her. The King would want to speak to me, and soon. I started heading that way, thinking about the Lazzan Princess as I walked. I didn't even notice the General speaking to the King when I walked in--not until I looked up. Startled, I stopped where I was and waited. But neither man spared me a glance.

What was going on here? I frowned, looking from the General to the King and back. Odd...odd....odd. I considered what could have happened and dismissed it. No, I wasn't likely to get into trouble, not over last night. Finally, I woke up more and stood up straighter, watching the exchange, curious. And then the King himself called me to his side.

Several minutes later, I was standing just inside the palace, gazing out at the Caravans sitting outside. My orders had been changed--slightly. I was now to watch over everyone at the Caravans. I coughed, looking away from a moment. Now what was I supposed to do? Just stand here staring at....the....caravans? Something caught my eye and I saw a girl on top of one of the caravans. She just laid there, seemingly doing nothing. But I knew she saw me. I looked down at the caravans and wondered where the Melnarian Princess was.... Probably locked up in one of the caravans or something... I thought sourly.

I really wish someone could re-starts this. I would so join! I wanted to in the beginning but I was already involved in to many storybooks, so I couldn't, but I really want to now! I even have characters picked out, lol.

Why don't you PM Isha and ask? I've been wanting to get people back to posting on this myself.... Poor, poor Laverna...stuck in a darn caravan... x.x