Quest 176
Oh, honestly, of all the ridiculous--really, as though the past few days hadn't been bad enough already, what with the plagues and the killing and that Adrastus coming back again, and then being scared half to death by a dragon flying overhead, of all things! No, now there's this, where it's just that everything seems to be going wrong today in the smallest, most mundane, most infuriating ways.
Bad enough that I barely got a wink of sleep last night and I'm all covered in bruises from whatever it was that was keeping me up. Bad enough that I've pricked my fingers on things so many times today that I look like I've been shaking hands with a cactus. Bad enough that I seem to be attracting birds and squirrels and other woodland creatures by the dozens, and they keep following me around everywhere I go, and I don't know how to get rid of them, and every time I open my mouth to try, I keep feeling the overwhelming urge to sing to them, instead.
But now, on top of it all, as though all of that wasn't exasperating enough already, now I've gone and gotten myself lost in the woods. Again. And every time I think I've found the way out and I try to walk somewhere, I just end up getting turned around and finding myself even deeper in it, and not a single one of those woodland creatures is any bit of help at getting me out of here.
And all I really want to do is sit down and rest my feet awhile, but I'm certain that the moment I do, some new trouble is going to come along, and I simply haven't the patience for any more of it right now. And I'm terribly thirsty, but I am absolutely not going near any ponds today because I am already sick to death of frogs and I am not about to risk dropping something as I try to get myself a drink and then end up indebted to some frog and have to kiss another one of them. I've already kissed plenty of them, and if I never kiss another frog, it'll be too soon.
Honestly, days like this make the thought of living out my days locked in a tower seem almost appealing. And I'm nineteen years old, anyway, which means I'm already long overdue to be married. Getting rescued from a tower would certainly remedy both of those problems at once, wouldn't it? Ugh. But at least I haven't been made to wear holes through all my shoes again. Yet.
Honestly.
[OOC: Boy, it's hard being a princess when life is like a children's book for the day. And while poor Rosella is reasonably genre-savvy about Things That Get Princesses Into Trouble in fairy tales, having read about eight million of them, that doesn't mean she can avoid everything. ...Which is why she's currently lost in the woods, and Not Happy about it. =D]
Bad enough that I barely got a wink of sleep last night and I'm all covered in bruises from whatever it was that was keeping me up. Bad enough that I've pricked my fingers on things so many times today that I look like I've been shaking hands with a cactus. Bad enough that I seem to be attracting birds and squirrels and other woodland creatures by the dozens, and they keep following me around everywhere I go, and I don't know how to get rid of them, and every time I open my mouth to try, I keep feeling the overwhelming urge to sing to them, instead.
But now, on top of it all, as though all of that wasn't exasperating enough already, now I've gone and gotten myself lost in the woods. Again. And every time I think I've found the way out and I try to walk somewhere, I just end up getting turned around and finding myself even deeper in it, and not a single one of those woodland creatures is any bit of help at getting me out of here.
And all I really want to do is sit down and rest my feet awhile, but I'm certain that the moment I do, some new trouble is going to come along, and I simply haven't the patience for any more of it right now. And I'm terribly thirsty, but I am absolutely not going near any ponds today because I am already sick to death of frogs and I am not about to risk dropping something as I try to get myself a drink and then end up indebted to some frog and have to kiss another one of them. I've already kissed plenty of them, and if I never kiss another frog, it'll be too soon.
Honestly, days like this make the thought of living out my days locked in a tower seem almost appealing. And I'm nineteen years old, anyway, which means I'm already long overdue to be married. Getting rescued from a tower would certainly remedy both of those problems at once, wouldn't it? Ugh. But at least I haven't been made to wear holes through all my shoes again. Yet.
Honestly.
[OOC: Boy, it's hard being a princess when life is like a children's book for the day. And while poor Rosella is reasonably genre-savvy about Things That Get Princesses Into Trouble in fairy tales, having read about eight million of them, that doesn't mean she can avoid everything. ...Which is why she's currently lost in the woods, and Not Happy about it. =D]