Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2009-10-25 03:11 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-10-25 03:11 pm
Entry tags:
- affected,
- curse: daemon day,
- curse: grab bag,
- daventry represent!,
- doom!tober,
- eighteen and loving it,
- fairy tales,
- gotta love that optimism,
- home is where the heart is,
- knights and ladies,
- my binary soul,
- so farfetched it's gotta be true,
- stronger now than yesterday,
- the symbol of daventry,
- time to be a princess
Quest 134
[Voice Post]
[The audio beings with a shuffling, scraping noise, as though the Network device is being pushed around the floor, and then a moment later comes a smooth, rumbling noise that sounds like the cross between a growl and a purr. When a voice finally speaks, it is deep and rich--clearly masculine, and clearly not Rosella.]
Mmm. So yesterday's curse was to turn us into a bird again, was it? But really, that wasn't so bad. There are worse ways to spend a day than as a bird, after all--flying and all, that's rather nice. Soaring through the air, looking down on everything below you...yes, quite nice indeed. Why, I was very nearly a bird myself, come to think of it. It was a close thing, as I recall. I know I certainly wouldn't have wanted to spend the rest of our life without ever flying again.
Of course, then again, we were once a lioness, too, and I suppose that was just as fitting a creature as the bird, in its own way. I think Rosella has a bit too much lion in her to go the rest of our life without any of that, either.
As a matter of fact, I know so. And I'd be lion if I said she didn't.
Hmmm.
It's a fine thing, flying. And not just for the pleasant sights of it, either. It's much easier to look out for trouble when one is up in the air, soaring around. There aren't many monsters that can fly, really; most of them tend to keep to the ground. Oh, there are witches to be careful for, no doubt, and that awful Lolotte had her flying monkeys, of course. But I could manage a flying monkey if it came for me. Awful things, those monkeys, hauling us up and down that mountain as though we were nothing more than--
[A low, grumbling sort of growl.]
Well. Hm.
And in any case, that was a long time ago, now.
...But I still would've bitten them something awful, if I'd had the chance.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes, flying. And trouble. Both of which I happen to be quite adept at, thank you very much. The one is just instinct, really, and the other...well, the other is instinct, too. But instinct tends to imply good things, and I'm sure we must positively run her friends ragged, what with all the trouble we get ourself into. That Blue fellow, he was certainly right about our knack for it.
Really, just look at me now, sitting here playing on the Network with this device all to myself. Granted, the switches and things really aren't designed for those of us with claws, but even so, I can read anything I want, talk to anyone I want, get up to all the trouble I want, and who's to keep me from doing it?
Oh, I don't know, there's always me, I suppose? I can hear you, you know.
You're busy. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be watching that pie?
I am watching it. And I daresay you're even worse at being nefarious than I am, Almeisan. Do behave yourself.
Hmph. I never said I planned to get up to any trouble, only that I could if I wanted.
And speaking of behaving oneself, I really do wish you'd stop playing with my ears every time you go past. Honestly, the novelty must've worn off by now, you've been doing it all day. Really, you could at least let me retain some dignity.
[Shuffle, shuffle--and with a click, the audio ends.]
[OOC: Daemon Day! And since the curse description says the animal can be natural or mythical, Rosella gets a griffin as her daemon--half lion, half eagle. Either one will be available to talk, since they're sharing the Network device today, but all responses will be voice and Almeisan's will be in italics.]
[The audio beings with a shuffling, scraping noise, as though the Network device is being pushed around the floor, and then a moment later comes a smooth, rumbling noise that sounds like the cross between a growl and a purr. When a voice finally speaks, it is deep and rich--clearly masculine, and clearly not Rosella.]
Mmm. So yesterday's curse was to turn us into a bird again, was it? But really, that wasn't so bad. There are worse ways to spend a day than as a bird, after all--flying and all, that's rather nice. Soaring through the air, looking down on everything below you...yes, quite nice indeed. Why, I was very nearly a bird myself, come to think of it. It was a close thing, as I recall. I know I certainly wouldn't have wanted to spend the rest of our life without ever flying again.
Of course, then again, we were once a lioness, too, and I suppose that was just as fitting a creature as the bird, in its own way. I think Rosella has a bit too much lion in her to go the rest of our life without any of that, either.
As a matter of fact, I know so. And I'd be lion if I said she didn't.
Hmmm.
It's a fine thing, flying. And not just for the pleasant sights of it, either. It's much easier to look out for trouble when one is up in the air, soaring around. There aren't many monsters that can fly, really; most of them tend to keep to the ground. Oh, there are witches to be careful for, no doubt, and that awful Lolotte had her flying monkeys, of course. But I could manage a flying monkey if it came for me. Awful things, those monkeys, hauling us up and down that mountain as though we were nothing more than--
[A low, grumbling sort of growl.]
Well. Hm.
And in any case, that was a long time ago, now.
...But I still would've bitten them something awful, if I'd had the chance.
Now, where was I? Oh, yes, flying. And trouble. Both of which I happen to be quite adept at, thank you very much. The one is just instinct, really, and the other...well, the other is instinct, too. But instinct tends to imply good things, and I'm sure we must positively run her friends ragged, what with all the trouble we get ourself into. That Blue fellow, he was certainly right about our knack for it.
Really, just look at me now, sitting here playing on the Network with this device all to myself. Granted, the switches and things really aren't designed for those of us with claws, but even so, I can read anything I want, talk to anyone I want, get up to all the trouble I want, and who's to keep me from doing it?
Oh, I don't know, there's always me, I suppose? I can hear you, you know.
You're busy. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be watching that pie?
I am watching it. And I daresay you're even worse at being nefarious than I am, Almeisan. Do behave yourself.
Hmph. I never said I planned to get up to any trouble, only that I could if I wanted.
And speaking of behaving oneself, I really do wish you'd stop playing with my ears every time you go past. Honestly, the novelty must've worn off by now, you've been doing it all day. Really, you could at least let me retain some dignity.
[Shuffle, shuffle--and with a click, the audio ends.]
[OOC: Daemon Day! And since the curse description says the animal can be natural or mythical, Rosella gets a griffin as her daemon--half lion, half eagle. Either one will be available to talk, since they're sharing the Network device today, but all responses will be voice and Almeisan's will be in italics.]