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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Dec 9, 2015 0:35:17 GMT -5
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Looking to his mother with his emerald orbs as they traveled from temple to temple. He was apparently doing a natural job and finally it got time for her to ask him who he wanted a blessing from. Something he didn't have to think twice about. Possibly influenced by magic, he'd look at her with a gleam in his eye. "I want Aphrodite's blessing! So I can love other people!" the young boy would exclaim. He indeed wanted to see the good in people. But he knew that he could only do that with Aphrodite's blessing. Unknown to him that the woman was before him.
He looked to her as he frowned hearing her say that he had to keep this a secret from his father. Finally he'd nod "I promise not to tell mother" he'd say gently. Wondering why his mother wanted to keep this a secret from his father. But he wasn't about to question it. And finally, the boy began to fall hungry. His face twisted a bit which gave away his state. But other than that he did not whine, or ask for food. Even though he was hungry. He wanted to play tough.
After all, he was of the House of Dorian. The Pridelandian Royal Family.....
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Dec 12, 2015 11:12:18 GMT -5
Dity all but laughed at the sweet little boy. Kneeling down pressing her knees into the marble of the temple. Caressing his plump cheek ahh the words coming from babes mouths. what if I were to tell you that you don't need hr blessing for that ? You have that capability here taking his hand placing it over his heart. as long as you give selflessly of your self , try to be noble and believe that love is the greatest weapon . then my dear sweet heart you will have all the blessing you deserve kissing his forehead .
Rising from her kneeling position heading toward the statue of Aphrodite , she wished that mortals would stop making her so naked..you ride bare back through one village and that what hey remember. Sighing glancing back at Leandros crooking her finger telling him to come closer.
The rose would be a sweet offering but in truth she didn't need one from boy . the promise of not telling made Dity feel horrible but it was for the best . turning stare back at the marble representation of her self. Gazing at all the gifts people left as wishes , tidings. The mass was overwhelming ...
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Dec 15, 2015 0:17:19 GMT -5
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He watched as the people continued to make offerings to the Goddess of Love and noticed his mothers look whenever she saw the state of the statue. Taking that as a sign he'd shield his eyes until he was led out. Once outside of the temple his eyes would be unshielded and his stomach grew louder. The boy was beginning to grow desperate. "Mommy, I'm hungry" he'd say with a bit of distress but still somewhat calm. He'd hold to her tightly, shying away from some strangers who looked to him by moving behind his mother.
The land was foreign to the Prince, he knew nothing of customs, of the people. Just of their gods. But even then he felt a little uneasy. Some people looked at his mother too and began to draw conclusion of noble birth. While the boys thoughts turned to wonder. These people were below them in class, but they seemed happy? It was amazing to think. And it got the wheels in his head turning.
"What's it like not being a Prince....a Royal?"
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Post by Lyssa Highman/Aphrodite on Dec 27, 2015 10:57:00 GMT -5
Taking a hold of his little hand leading him out of the temple. The gawks and stares were becoming to much causing Dity to pull her hood more over head more. Blocking her features Leandros was not money nor on public mural's so he wouldn't be recognized but Caroline's would be. Leading Leandros out on to the sloping steps , its hard work from sun up to sun set . with moments of happiness if one is truly lucky but we the royalty of the land. Would be nothing without those farmers or weavers or even soldiers we would be nothing with them. Remember they keep us in power and in a blink of eye they can take it away. This would be the most important lesson . A king capable of justice, kindness and at times bloodshed are those who stay on the throne and ensure future lines. It's a delicate balancing act one must learn to do or all is lost. shall we eat on the way back to the palace? inquiring getting back into the carriage as the valet opened the door to for her. Once in the safety of inside . Dity pushed back her hood allowing more valuable observation for their surroundings.
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Post by John Pride/Arno Dorian/Scar on Jan 7, 2016 0:20:36 GMT -5
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His eyes connected with his mothers and he thought about it nodding as she mentioned eating on the way back. Leandros felt his eyes gleam as he moved back to the carriage and seeing a picnic basket full of fruit and a few other well made treats and his lips formed into one of his beautiful smiles. Which he had often been told were one of the gifts of the kingdom. Feeling his eyes once again connect with his mother he'd eat calmly. "I liked visiting the Gods, there's this calm feeling I get. Do they have songs like we do during Nouvelle d'Hiver?" he asked, remembering one of his favorite religious observances in the Pridelands.
He felt his eyes connect to an apple and he'd begin to calmly eat it. Awaiting to hear what his mother might say on the subject of music. The driver kicking off the carriage as soon as they were safely in. Little did the young prince know that his father had prepared a ball in his absence to let the people celebrate with their Queen and Prince.
It was already a magical night, but it was about to get even better....
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