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Fic: Fitting In
Title: Fitting In
Author: Erin (erinm_4600@yahoo.com)
Characters, Pairing: Azkadellia, DG, the Queen and a seamstress
Rating: G
Summary: the Princess ponders while being poked by pins *written for Round Four of the Grand Prix at tm_challenge.
Warning: post-series
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
She never cared for the propriety of being royal. Not that stating the fact would actually change the fact that she was royalty.
Every morning, she woke to the twin suns. She would dress - still refusing to let anyone on the house staff assist her - and join her family for breakfast. She would smile and nod as her parents suggested she eat more. She would poke at her plate and take a dainty nibble here and there, never actually eating more than two bites. It wasn’t that she was trying to starve herself; she simply wasn’t hungry.
After breakfast, she would walk with her mother or her sister to one of the many libraries or studies within the palace. The girls had many things to relearn about being Princesses, as they’d both been 'away' for such a long time. In a rather unprincess-like manner, she would slouch at her writing desk while their tutor droned on about what had happened in the Outer Zone since both of them were last themselves. She would glance up, occasionally, to see her sister making faces at the historian from behind her own stack of books. They were currently working on perfecting hand signals to have conversations with each other when they were at their most annoyed. It would come in handy in the future, when they were stuck at some ball or function.
After a few hours of history lessons, they would adjourn for lunch. She would usually eat a bit more at lunch, because after being up for a few hours, she was finally hungry. She never did understand why a person needed to eat three meals a day - not to mention the three extra meals that seemed to be required of royalty. As the girls were left alone for the lunch break, with the occasional visit from one or both of their parents, it was her favorite time of day.
She and her sister really didn't know each other and they took this opportunity to relearn as much as they could. While neither of them could honestly understand what the other was talking about, whether it be from chemistry lab experiments of DG's gone wrong to the required duties of a third-level Longcoat in order to be promoted to a second-level Longcoat, the girls would sometimes emerge from the dining room three hours later.
On this particular day, after lunch meant a dress fitting. She grumbled the entire way down the hall, as her dear sister was able to go off and have the rest of the afternoon to herself - her day would come, their mother insisted. But, she would never admit to anyone that this was, in fact, the one part of being a princess she loved.
For as much as she tried to be a tomboy as a child and young adult, she loved the dresses. Well, not all the dresses. She'd been witness to some of the odder fashions of the Zone and preferred the simpler designs and colors. Beads and buckles and leather and chainmail didn't exactly evoke the image one thought of when they heard the word 'Princess.'
But, to keep up appearances, here she stands on the small stool, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as her mother watches from across the room, sighing deeply every now and then to let them know she has better things to do with her time, when she knows that she really doesn't. She tries to covertly give her opinion - again, not wanting to appear interested in the creation of this she will wear. Of course, if she's wearing them, shouldn’t she have a say in the color or the shape of the collar?
They all look up as the door opens and her sister practically falls into the room. Their mother's eyes narrow slightly, wondering what her daughter's appearance will bring for the afternoon - she also knows that, when the girls' positions are reversed, there will also be a disturbance.
The sisters give each other a conspiratorial look and the new arrival gives a sheepish smile and waves to the door before moving over to the chair on the opposite side of her mother. Sitting with all the proper training she has received, she makes a face, directs it to her sister and snaps back to give her mother a proper expression.
Atop the stool, Azkadellia is suddenly overcome with the giggles, her whole body shifting for a moment.
"Did I say you could move?" the old woman with the pins sticking out of every possible place a pin can be stuck snaps angrily. Azkadellia swallows and takes a deep breath, fighting back a smile as she shoots a glare across the room to her little sister, while their mother can only sigh. Both girls know that she is already plotting ways to torture DG when her time comes on this stool when she feels a sharp pinch near her ankle.
Sometimes, she doesn't like this part either.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600@yahoo.com)
Characters, Pairing: Azkadellia, DG, the Queen and a seamstress
Rating: G
Summary: the Princess ponders while being poked by pins *written for Round Four of the Grand Prix at tm_challenge.
Warning: post-series
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
She never cared for the propriety of being royal. Not that stating the fact would actually change the fact that she was royalty.
Every morning, she woke to the twin suns. She would dress - still refusing to let anyone on the house staff assist her - and join her family for breakfast. She would smile and nod as her parents suggested she eat more. She would poke at her plate and take a dainty nibble here and there, never actually eating more than two bites. It wasn’t that she was trying to starve herself; she simply wasn’t hungry.
After breakfast, she would walk with her mother or her sister to one of the many libraries or studies within the palace. The girls had many things to relearn about being Princesses, as they’d both been 'away' for such a long time. In a rather unprincess-like manner, she would slouch at her writing desk while their tutor droned on about what had happened in the Outer Zone since both of them were last themselves. She would glance up, occasionally, to see her sister making faces at the historian from behind her own stack of books. They were currently working on perfecting hand signals to have conversations with each other when they were at their most annoyed. It would come in handy in the future, when they were stuck at some ball or function.
After a few hours of history lessons, they would adjourn for lunch. She would usually eat a bit more at lunch, because after being up for a few hours, she was finally hungry. She never did understand why a person needed to eat three meals a day - not to mention the three extra meals that seemed to be required of royalty. As the girls were left alone for the lunch break, with the occasional visit from one or both of their parents, it was her favorite time of day.
She and her sister really didn't know each other and they took this opportunity to relearn as much as they could. While neither of them could honestly understand what the other was talking about, whether it be from chemistry lab experiments of DG's gone wrong to the required duties of a third-level Longcoat in order to be promoted to a second-level Longcoat, the girls would sometimes emerge from the dining room three hours later.
On this particular day, after lunch meant a dress fitting. She grumbled the entire way down the hall, as her dear sister was able to go off and have the rest of the afternoon to herself - her day would come, their mother insisted. But, she would never admit to anyone that this was, in fact, the one part of being a princess she loved.
For as much as she tried to be a tomboy as a child and young adult, she loved the dresses. Well, not all the dresses. She'd been witness to some of the odder fashions of the Zone and preferred the simpler designs and colors. Beads and buckles and leather and chainmail didn't exactly evoke the image one thought of when they heard the word 'Princess.'
But, to keep up appearances, here she stands on the small stool, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as her mother watches from across the room, sighing deeply every now and then to let them know she has better things to do with her time, when she knows that she really doesn't. She tries to covertly give her opinion - again, not wanting to appear interested in the creation of this she will wear. Of course, if she's wearing them, shouldn’t she have a say in the color or the shape of the collar?
They all look up as the door opens and her sister practically falls into the room. Their mother's eyes narrow slightly, wondering what her daughter's appearance will bring for the afternoon - she also knows that, when the girls' positions are reversed, there will also be a disturbance.
The sisters give each other a conspiratorial look and the new arrival gives a sheepish smile and waves to the door before moving over to the chair on the opposite side of her mother. Sitting with all the proper training she has received, she makes a face, directs it to her sister and snaps back to give her mother a proper expression.
Atop the stool, Azkadellia is suddenly overcome with the giggles, her whole body shifting for a moment.
"Did I say you could move?" the old woman with the pins sticking out of every possible place a pin can be stuck snaps angrily. Azkadellia swallows and takes a deep breath, fighting back a smile as she shoots a glare across the room to her little sister, while their mother can only sigh. Both girls know that she is already plotting ways to torture DG when her time comes on this stool when she feels a sharp pinch near her ankle.
Sometimes, she doesn't like this part either.