The Wandering Bard, Berat, Maren, Late Morning
Alanna was not in a good mood. An early riser, by noon she was still not awake. Faithful's smug expression and Coram's ribbing were helping exactly none. The fact that Liam Ironarm was the one to catch her one and only fall off of a horse and into the mud had a lot to do with her bad mood to begin with. The Great Mother Goddess showing up on her pre-dawn ride just fed the headache she felt rattling in her skull. When Faithful gave up with subtle and simply threw the parchment and quill at her, Alanna snarled and grabbed them to write, mostly to have something to do other than polishing and sharpening her sword.
Dear Fandom High residents and alumni and Jamie Madrox,
I have not vanished off of the face of the planet, been eaten by wild rabbits, nor turned in a turtle. I have however left my birth country for the first time and have found our neighbors to be ... very similar to us. I'm not that shocked. If people a couple universes and thousands of years in the future can be similar, why can't next door neighbors?
Since my last letter I've sort of fixed my sword, didn't save the Shaman who gave me the idea how to fix it, and got restless in the desert. I've also participated in a tournament, which was possibly one of the funnier things I've ever seen. One of my very pissed off opponents was arguing that as a girl I was not allowed to beat him up. Turns out there isn't a rule about girls not competing - as long as you're a knight, you're fine. On top of that, he didn't have many friends so I think I came out on top. Jousting really isn't my thing though, too small and light. I fly easy. Fencing on the other hand...well, that was fun.
I've also seemed to have picked up a quest for myself. Which is a life long dream, right there. Like any good quest, it's complicated, hard, and has more clauses then a ten page paper written the night before. Coram glared at me when I asked if he wanted to go back to Rispah and made it clear that I've been hit on the head a time too many. I could use the company. Human company. The talking cat doesn't count.
I've also met the Shang Dragon - Liam Ironarm - the other day. It's a huge honor. I've never met any of the Shang - we always seem to miss each other by a day, and to meet the most famous of them all? An honor. And an experience. He's very nice on the eyes. OW! Faithful is making me add that I fell off of my horse into the mud in front of him. And now I'm bleeding on the parchment and it's the cat's fault.
I'm going to visit a friend of Si-my father's (and isn't that odd to write) tomorrow to see what the lovely quest thing I have is exactly about. I'm always up for an adventure.
Rory, Anakin, I'll try to make it for your wedding, but I can't make any promises. I have no idea where I'll be come May. Jamie? NO. Everyone else? I hope you're having a wonderful time where ever you are. Write and tell me all about it! And about everything happening in Fandom. I miss everyone very much. Sadly, I probably won't get your responses until well, Rory and Anakin's wedding, actually, but write anyway or I'll start making up stuff.
Yours,
Sir Alanna of Trebond and Olau.
P.S. I keep dreaming of my twin and Duke Roger and Tortallian royalty. I think my subconscious has finally lost it. Thoughts?
After the letter burned down to ash, Alanna turned towards her cat. "Happy?" "Meow." Alanna's response was far less polite, however, she did have to admit that she felt somewhat more cheerful. With that thought, she set off downstairs to find her man-at-arms.
[ooc: Like the girl says, leave letters. Who knows, you might even get a response if I'm insane enough. And we all know that sanity is so not my thing. Sorry it took so long to get this up.
Dear Fandom High residents and alumni and Jamie Madrox,
I have not vanished off of the face of the planet, been eaten by wild rabbits, nor turned in a turtle. I have however left my birth country for the first time and have found our neighbors to be ... very similar to us. I'm not that shocked. If people a couple universes and thousands of years in the future can be similar, why can't next door neighbors?
Since my last letter I've sort of fixed my sword, didn't save the Shaman who gave me the idea how to fix it, and got restless in the desert. I've also participated in a tournament, which was possibly one of the funnier things I've ever seen. One of my very pissed off opponents was arguing that as a girl I was not allowed to beat him up. Turns out there isn't a rule about girls not competing - as long as you're a knight, you're fine. On top of that, he didn't have many friends so I think I came out on top. Jousting really isn't my thing though, too small and light. I fly easy. Fencing on the other hand...well, that was fun.
I've also seemed to have picked up a quest for myself. Which is a life long dream, right there. Like any good quest, it's complicated, hard, and has more clauses then a ten page paper written the night before. Coram glared at me when I asked if he wanted to go back to Rispah and made it clear that I've been hit on the head a time too many. I could use the company. Human company. The talking cat doesn't count.
I've also met the Shang Dragon - Liam Ironarm - the other day. It's a huge honor. I've never met any of the Shang - we always seem to miss each other by a day, and to meet the most famous of them all? An honor. And an experience. He's very nice on the eyes. OW! Faithful is making me add that I fell off of my horse into the mud in front of him. And now I'm bleeding on the parchment and it's the cat's fault.
I'm going to visit a friend of Si-my father's (and isn't that odd to write) tomorrow to see what the lovely quest thing I have is exactly about. I'm always up for an adventure.
Rory, Anakin, I'll try to make it for your wedding, but I can't make any promises. I have no idea where I'll be come May. Jamie? NO. Everyone else? I hope you're having a wonderful time where ever you are. Write and tell me all about it! And about everything happening in Fandom. I miss everyone very much. Sadly, I probably won't get your responses until well, Rory and Anakin's wedding, actually, but write anyway or I'll start making up stuff.
Yours,
Sir Alanna of Trebond and Olau.
P.S. I keep dreaming of my twin and Duke Roger and Tortallian royalty. I think my subconscious has finally lost it. Thoughts?
After the letter burned down to ash, Alanna turned towards her cat. "Happy?" "Meow." Alanna's response was far less polite, however, she did have to admit that she felt somewhat more cheerful. With that thought, she set off downstairs to find her man-at-arms.
[ooc: Like the girl says, leave letters. Who knows, you might even get a response if I'm insane enough. And we all know that sanity is so not my thing. Sorry it took so long to get this up.