♕ A Dream ~ of the Future ♕
Warnings: Um, none that I can think of
Effects: Possible nervousness, trepidation followed by surprise
Privacy: None
Other: Accompaniment
"My lady, come! We must hurry!"
Nadira's voice cut through Tamina's reverie and she started, blinking as she turned her attention back to the business at hand. "Yes, Nadira. We're almost finished here."
After all, it wouldn't do to be late for one's own wedding, would it? She sighed, wondering if she might get away with abdicating and taking work as a scullery maid in a remote kingdom somewhere far away. But then, who would continue her sacred duty, the inheritance handed down from mother to daughter for countless centuries?
The Princess sighed. She'd long known this day was to come, but somehow it had seemed so far away, so far entrenched in her future that she'd given it no thought. There were other matters requiring her attention; she had a city to rule and a secret to keep safe.
Now, she moved through Alamut's golden halls, a vision in her wedding raiment, the most exquisite jewel of her people. But their bows and adoring "oohs" and "ahhs" did nothing to please her. For she walked inexorably towards the Royal Hall and a man she knew not, the man who was to become her husband and Regent. Privately, Tamina hoped he'd be on par with her father, a merchant prince more than willing to spend his time providing ambassadorial duties to the far reaches of the world, returning only long enough to give her a daughter to continue the unbroken line of Guardians.
Such would suit her well. She had no time for love, no time for the syrupy adoration that seemed prevalent among the lower classes. They could marry for a heart's desire; she had a responsibility to her city, her people and the Gods themselves. Her union had been long planned, her future mapped out in careful detail.
The Princess' entourage approached the Hall and was ceremoniously granted entry amid fanfare and a shower of rose petals. Escorted by Malon, Chamberlain of Alamut, Tamina kept her head high and walked with divine grace down the carpeted aisle, almost floating along as only royal dignity and pride kept her moving forward. Malon paused at the dais and extended his hand with hers as if releasing a hunting falcon back into the wild; Tamina's palm landed lightly on her betrothed's outstretched arm.
As was proper, she kept her eyes lowered until the High Priest began to speak, then she lifted her gaze demurely. Her gaze traveled upwards until her eyes widened in absolute shock and the world tilted away as she felt herself falling, falling, falling deep into Persian blue.
[Tamina awoke with a jolt, panting slightly as she felt her heart racing behind her ribs. The quiet chirp of the Dreamberry beside her bed had her scrambling for the device, hurriedly switching it off before it fell from her nerveless hand and she flopped back to her pillow with a groan.]
Effects: Possible nervousness, trepidation followed by surprise
Privacy: None
Other: Accompaniment
"My lady, come! We must hurry!"
Nadira's voice cut through Tamina's reverie and she started, blinking as she turned her attention back to the business at hand. "Yes, Nadira. We're almost finished here."
After all, it wouldn't do to be late for one's own wedding, would it? She sighed, wondering if she might get away with abdicating and taking work as a scullery maid in a remote kingdom somewhere far away. But then, who would continue her sacred duty, the inheritance handed down from mother to daughter for countless centuries?
The Princess sighed. She'd long known this day was to come, but somehow it had seemed so far away, so far entrenched in her future that she'd given it no thought. There were other matters requiring her attention; she had a city to rule and a secret to keep safe.
Now, she moved through Alamut's golden halls, a vision in her wedding raiment, the most exquisite jewel of her people. But their bows and adoring "oohs" and "ahhs" did nothing to please her. For she walked inexorably towards the Royal Hall and a man she knew not, the man who was to become her husband and Regent. Privately, Tamina hoped he'd be on par with her father, a merchant prince more than willing to spend his time providing ambassadorial duties to the far reaches of the world, returning only long enough to give her a daughter to continue the unbroken line of Guardians.
Such would suit her well. She had no time for love, no time for the syrupy adoration that seemed prevalent among the lower classes. They could marry for a heart's desire; she had a responsibility to her city, her people and the Gods themselves. Her union had been long planned, her future mapped out in careful detail.
The Princess' entourage approached the Hall and was ceremoniously granted entry amid fanfare and a shower of rose petals. Escorted by Malon, Chamberlain of Alamut, Tamina kept her head high and walked with divine grace down the carpeted aisle, almost floating along as only royal dignity and pride kept her moving forward. Malon paused at the dais and extended his hand with hers as if releasing a hunting falcon back into the wild; Tamina's palm landed lightly on her betrothed's outstretched arm.
As was proper, she kept her eyes lowered until the High Priest began to speak, then she lifted her gaze demurely. Her gaze traveled upwards until her eyes widened in absolute shock and the world tilted away as she felt herself falling, falling, falling deep into Persian blue.
[Tamina awoke with a jolt, panting slightly as she felt her heart racing behind her ribs. The quiet chirp of the Dreamberry beside her bed had her scrambling for the device, hurriedly switching it off before it fell from her nerveless hand and she flopped back to her pillow with a groan.]