6 Get Up (1/2)
Irvin stood watching everything unfold. His eyebrows unconsciously furrow when he hears her ask for the slaves' name. Princess Nadia is a well known mageless tyrant. The nobility scorns her for having no ability, yet behaves overbearing. If her father weren't the King, she would've long since died. Her singular redeeming point is whoever marries her will become the next King. She has neither strength nor brains. She may be an unfavored daughter, but she is the only daughter as well as the oldest.
Can a woman so prideful and arrogant ever lower herself to ask for the name of a slave? Some things are central to an individual. She may have died a thousand times over, but some things people can't change about themselves. And pride larger than a mountain doesn't just disappear.
/So, if she's not Princess Nadia, who is she?/
Irvin ponders for a short moment before tossing away the idea. His only concern is bringing back Princess Nadia. Any changes she has is irrelevant. As he watches her walk away, he gets the sudden premonition that this day will mark the start of many changes.
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Ryo picks up a wayoc, a gora used as a portable room. She sets the green cube on the ground a distance away. Chanting ”jorgreach” under her breath, the cube trembles. Making a series of crackling noises as it unfolded and expanded. Like a folded air mattress filled with air. As the room grew, it lost color, becoming more translucent; until it was a pale green cube-shaped room. There is a faint outline of a doorway, and in place of a knob, there's a small round indention. Ryo places her hand in the dent and slides the door open. Inside, the walls are white, and the ceiling is windowed letting in sunlight; while the floor is shiny wood chopped from a single tree, with the tree rings expanding from the center of the room. Painted on the wall is the side view of a bed, chair, and table. Ryo goes to each, chanting as she did before. Like the cube, they trembled and crackled. Moving like an accordion, they unfold themselves out of the wall and fill the space. Leaving enough room for a few people to stand comfortably.
Standing by the doorway she asks, ”Is anything else required?”
”I'm fine.”
She bows, leaving, she shoots me an unreadable glance.
After the door shuts, I stand there for about ten seconds.
Well, I'm bored.
I sigh, I'm not inclined to walk around in torn clothes. Real or not. As soon as I have something to wear, I plan on taking a stroll. Taking in imaginary sights is better than nothing. I don't particularly want to spend it with the group of people outside that door. Therefore, this little expedition is going to be a secret. As long as I don't go too far, they won't freak out...maybe.
A few minutes pass before there is a brisk knock at the door.
”Come in,” I answer.