☂ 06 ☁ Video ☁ Day [Backdated to the TYL shenanigans] ☂
[The camera opens, showing a large and open hall, leading into a white chamber. There are rows of seats there, all extending upward like a theatre, overlooking the chair that sits at the head of the area. It's not too hard to figure out that it's an important place, one that is used to make difficult decisions and reiterate facts over rumors.
Surprisingly, it's not empty. A figure stands, its back turned from the camera, and slowly but surely walks to reveal who it is over time. Wearing a feathered collar that looks like snow, a coat with buttons, chains, and regal looks, and adorned with a blue headpiece, it's obvious that the person is royal. But their face is covered by a mask, beads extending down the half that is not covered, and a silver-clawed glove comes across the surface to pull it away.
Gently taking off the mask, Mysari smiles, and for the first time in a long while, you can tell she's happy. Not in the sense of just being there, but knowing this was what she was meant for, and that although ten years have passed she still remembers everything about home.
She was a queen- no, she still is, and from what she can tell in the mirror, things turned out okay. Whatever happens now, happens. There's a reason for it, she's certain.
There's a sound of laughter nearby suddenly, and from around the corner come a few children, giggling and playing in the open space. One of them grabs her hand and starts tugging.]
Aunt Queenie, Aunt Queenie! C'mon Mommy and Daddy are outsiiiiide! Can we play princes and princesses?
[She laughs, a small chuckle as she scoops one of the orphans into her arms, and forms a crown out of ice to place on the child's head.]
We shall. Now, where would you like to go, your Highness?
[The girl giggles as Mysari takes her down the hall, listening to how she wants the royal treatment. The feed ends.]
Surprisingly, it's not empty. A figure stands, its back turned from the camera, and slowly but surely walks to reveal who it is over time. Wearing a feathered collar that looks like snow, a coat with buttons, chains, and regal looks, and adorned with a blue headpiece, it's obvious that the person is royal. But their face is covered by a mask, beads extending down the half that is not covered, and a silver-clawed glove comes across the surface to pull it away.
Gently taking off the mask, Mysari smiles, and for the first time in a long while, you can tell she's happy. Not in the sense of just being there, but knowing this was what she was meant for, and that although ten years have passed she still remembers everything about home.
She was a queen- no, she still is, and from what she can tell in the mirror, things turned out okay. Whatever happens now, happens. There's a reason for it, she's certain.
There's a sound of laughter nearby suddenly, and from around the corner come a few children, giggling and playing in the open space. One of them grabs her hand and starts tugging.]
Aunt Queenie, Aunt Queenie! C'mon Mommy and Daddy are outsiiiiide! Can we play princes and princesses?
[She laughs, a small chuckle as she scoops one of the orphans into her arms, and forms a crown out of ice to place on the child's head.]
We shall. Now, where would you like to go, your Highness?
[The girl giggles as Mysari takes her down the hall, listening to how she wants the royal treatment. The feed ends.]