I'll be your friend indeed... [Closed, Incomplete]
WHO: Sabriel (shewalksindeath) and Char (toiling_prince)
WHAT: A meeting of friends
WHERE: Char's rented house/apartment
WHEN: Day 171, morning (backlogged)
( ...And you can count on me. )
WHAT: A meeting of friends
WHERE: Char's rented house/apartment
WHEN: Day 171, morning (backlogged)
( ...And you can count on me. )
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And yet, somehow, her feet had already taken her most of the way to the prince's house without her knowing about it until she was almost there. A gentle breeze she'd spent the last ten minutes whistling up played with her hair.
Honestly, there really wasn't any reason she was here.
She gave Char's front door three strong knocks, toes tapping oddly.
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Char flipped the journal shut and stood up from his table, brushing his pants habitually before making his way over to the door. A paranoid person would have checked who it was before opening their door, but Kyrria, and even his short stay in Rivelata, had taught the prince that kindness got one farther than rudeness. Or perhaps it was just a part of him to be polite to everyone.
He opened it, and smiled. Sabriel might not make him laugh the way Ella did, but she was still a friend, even though this was their first meeting.
Char stepped aside, "I am glad to see you chose to call upon me, Sabriel, come in." He politely waved, though the gesture was more habit than intentional.
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It was refreshing, if (from where she stood) a little bit naive.
He was taller than she'd imagined - she had to look up to give him her smile of hello.
"It's good to meet you at last," she grinned. Sabriel didn't speak quite so politely as she wrote, but neither was she ineloquent or crude. "Did I choose a time to come with enough "due properiety and sense" for you?"
The smile hadn't left her face; she was, in her way, joking around.
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He relaxed a little more, a friendly smile on his face. "Naturally, you did so. I have just made breakfast, have you already eaten?"
It felt nice to not have to worry so much about being the perfect ruler, although the thought was on his mind, or about possibility that a tomato might be thrown his way.
In any case, although he was not in his native land, Char still felt the need to be kind to everyone. "I trust there are no Dead neighbors?" He asked quietly, a speck of laughter in a more serious subject.
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"Thank you for telling me, though," she said, a little quieter, when the chuckle had died but the smile had not. "I'm glad you felt you could."
A little trust had bloomed in Sabriel's life, and though foreign, it was definitely pleasant.
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Char returned her smile. "I feel it is good to be able to laugh at oneself, though, I admit, that ability is more recently come to me than others I was taught as a child." He took an idle sip.
"You trusted me with the magic of your bells, as I have none, I felt it a trusting response." He said carefully. Even if he didn't realize it, Sabriel was another good person in his life. One who treated him as Char, not the Crown Prince, a person, not an unmarried, eligible bachelor.
It was a relief to find another willing to be informal with him.
He wondered if Sabriel enjoying sliding down stair rails.
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"In the case of trustworthy people, it's perhaps safer that they know how the bells work," Sabriel half-pondered aloud. Not that she'd ever told anyone how they worked before. "So they're aware of the danger they can pose. Untrustworthy people, however... well, let me just say I know that you wouldn't attempt to abuse their power," she finished with an odd tone, her smile lopsided, almost cute.
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Char looked at Sabriel. "Though it appears as though you know of swordplay. For me, you must understand, maiden warriors are quite unusual." He didn't say it was bad, or that she should give it up.
In fact, if Ella wasn't so awkward, he was sure she'd try her hand at a sword sometime in her life. As it was, Char was more worried Ella would accidentally hurt herself with it than actually hit a target. The image of Ella in a dress, wielding his sword made him smile as well.
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"Well, I'm pretty sure we won't find a centaur for her here, but a little bartering might get us a parrot," Sabriel joked. She scanned the street for stalls in a general sweep, looking for something that stuck out, oddly rather interested in this goal. For Char's sake, at least, she wanted to get a good gift for Ella.
"Would she wear jewelry, if it were strange enough?"
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Ella might be a rebellious daughter, but she was still a noble. Char figured any lady would like even a simple locket, except those who required material proof of their wealth.
He pointed at a silver chain, on which hung a charm. He believed it to be a native one. "Similar, perhaps, to that?"
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That one, for example. The one Char pointed to. Yes, it was sweet, definitely beautiful, but for her a strange piece indeed.
"That's certainly a nice one..."
She fiddled with the pendant around her own neck. Secretly, she liked hers better.
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He hadn't intended to buy it for Ella anyways. But he nodded and continued down the row, oblivious to Sabriel's inner critique. He kept moving, as if looking more places would give him the absolute best chance for a good gift for one of his friends.
Char found a dozen sparkling window decorations, all of which threw beautiful specks of light, but were a little too delicate (in his opinion) to entrust to a slightly clumsy Ella. He smiled fondly as he looked at them, remembering the funny stories of Ella and her ability to wreck things. At least they made him laugh, which was more than he could say for the court ladies, or his father's councilors.
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