05-20-2017, 11:50 AM
The road to Ascension was not populated with just the Prince’s traveling party. There were far too many others on the road for Seasil’s wants or tastes. Everyday the drew closer to the city it brought more carriages and caravans out in the open. More travelers meant more eyes. More eyes meant more people. Nothing was favorable about the situation-- nor the one she found herself in (even being here at all).
She swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine scales and through her still-bound wings. Another caravan moved to pass the Prince’s entourage.
Small as possible.
A gilded carriage accented with black and deep crimson, drawn by two matching black horses, rolled to a walk before the unusual party. Sitting atop the intimidating structure was a lone coachman. He tipped his hat respectfully to the group in passing, he even stopped to bow at the waist at the Prince’s presence.
As coachman passed the royal sigil and official knights, his posture made a notable shift. He visibly relaxed as the party tapered into anything and everyone not-royal. The man went so far as to wrinkle his nose as he noted the likes of Vet and Rinzu within the composition.
It was then, at the very end of the party-chain, that the nameless coachman met eyes with a very small, magenta-eyed girl. He smiled pleasantly down to the peasant-girl in her too-large coat.
He didn’t seem to notice how her vertical pupils widened. He also failed to notice her suddenly blanched complexion.
“‘Tis a shame, isn’t it, girl?” The coachman called down to her as he made his approach.
I wasn’t small enough.
“H-huh?” Seasil barely managed to croak out, visibly shying away from the horses.
“Your companions, wouldn’t you say?”
“I- I am n-n-not s-sure what you-- you mean.” Seasil shivered.
“Are you blind, my girl? Your travelling party is sullied by the presence of Beastmen.”
“O-oh.”
“Such standard and nobility are surely lost on their type. I pity your wasted time.and company.”
“I- I- I don’t know. N-no all-- not all Beastmen are b-b-b-bad?” Seasil let the question hang in the air, clearly unsure of what to say or what to agree with.
“Pfft.” The man waves off her comment with a brush of the hand and a shitty smile. “I wish you luck, then. Stars guide you in your unfortunate party.”
As Seasil’s mouth flapped, before she could even stutter through a word, the Coachman snapped the horses’ reins. With a whinny and a cloud of dust, the mysterious commentator and his carriage pulled out and away from the party.
Left in the literal dust Seasil coughed and sputtered. It was followed up with a twitch and a shiver.
Beastmen. I don't know what I should have said. I should have been smaller. I didn't do it right... Seasil thought to herself, gritting her teeth and drawing further into her ratty coat. She buried herself deeper into her ugly red turtleneck and turned to keep walking at the back of their, apparently unfortunate, caravan.
She swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine scales and through her still-bound wings. Another caravan moved to pass the Prince’s entourage.
Small as possible.
A gilded carriage accented with black and deep crimson, drawn by two matching black horses, rolled to a walk before the unusual party. Sitting atop the intimidating structure was a lone coachman. He tipped his hat respectfully to the group in passing, he even stopped to bow at the waist at the Prince’s presence.
As coachman passed the royal sigil and official knights, his posture made a notable shift. He visibly relaxed as the party tapered into anything and everyone not-royal. The man went so far as to wrinkle his nose as he noted the likes of Vet and Rinzu within the composition.
It was then, at the very end of the party-chain, that the nameless coachman met eyes with a very small, magenta-eyed girl. He smiled pleasantly down to the peasant-girl in her too-large coat.
He didn’t seem to notice how her vertical pupils widened. He also failed to notice her suddenly blanched complexion.
“‘Tis a shame, isn’t it, girl?” The coachman called down to her as he made his approach.
I wasn’t small enough.
“H-huh?” Seasil barely managed to croak out, visibly shying away from the horses.
“Your companions, wouldn’t you say?”
“I- I am n-n-not s-sure what you-- you mean.” Seasil shivered.
“Are you blind, my girl? Your travelling party is sullied by the presence of Beastmen.”
“O-oh.”
“Such standard and nobility are surely lost on their type. I pity your wasted time.and company.”
“I- I- I don’t know. N-no all-- not all Beastmen are b-b-b-bad?” Seasil let the question hang in the air, clearly unsure of what to say or what to agree with.
“Pfft.” The man waves off her comment with a brush of the hand and a shitty smile. “I wish you luck, then. Stars guide you in your unfortunate party.”
As Seasil’s mouth flapped, before she could even stutter through a word, the Coachman snapped the horses’ reins. With a whinny and a cloud of dust, the mysterious commentator and his carriage pulled out and away from the party.
Left in the literal dust Seasil coughed and sputtered. It was followed up with a twitch and a shiver.
Beastmen. I don't know what I should have said. I should have been smaller. I didn't do it right... Seasil thought to herself, gritting her teeth and drawing further into her ratty coat. She buried herself deeper into her ugly red turtleneck and turned to keep walking at the back of their, apparently unfortunate, caravan.