primrosella | Entries tagged with dragons = do not want

Let the guilty know punishment.
Let the innocent find freedom.
Let the mourners be comforted.
Let the hungry receive their fill.
Let the weeping know laughter.
Let the merciful obtain mercy.
Let the righteous be clothed in righteousness.
Let the traitors answer for their treachery.

Let them not be forgotten, those who suffer unjustly.

You who endure undeserved torment, cry out. I will answer.

[Warded AWAY From Demons | Unhackable]

There are those here who are...concerned for me.

I would speak with you.

[OOC: Just call her angel of the morning, angel! Or rather, call her an angel of justice, because that's what she is. And please excuse her slight cribbing from the Beatitudes, there. People suffering in the pit, if you're down there undeservedly, she'll come get you--or aid your other rescuers, if they need it! And people who are down there deservedly...um. Have a nice eternity? >>]

Current Mood: busy

Oh, honestly, of all the ridiculous--really, as though the past few days hadn't been bad enough already, what with the plagues and the killing and that Adrastus coming back again, and then being scared half to death by a dragon flying overhead, of all things! No, now there's this, where it's just that everything seems to be going wrong today in the smallest, most mundane, most infuriating ways.

Bad enough that I barely got a wink of sleep last night and I'm all covered in bruises from whatever it was that was keeping me up. Bad enough that I've pricked my fingers on things so many times today that I look like I've been shaking hands with a cactus. Bad enough that I seem to be attracting birds and squirrels and other woodland creatures by the dozens, and they keep following me around everywhere I go, and I don't know how to get rid of them, and every time I open my mouth to try, I keep feeling the overwhelming urge to sing to them, instead.

But now, on top of it all, as though all of that wasn't exasperating enough already, now I've gone and gotten myself lost in the woods. Again. And every time I think I've found the way out and I try to walk somewhere, I just end up getting turned around and finding myself even deeper in it, and not a single one of those woodland creatures is any bit of help at getting me out of here.

And all I really want to do is sit down and rest my feet awhile, but I'm certain that the moment I do, some new trouble is going to come along, and I simply haven't the patience for any more of it right now. And I'm terribly thirsty, but I am absolutely not going near any ponds today because I am already sick to death of frogs and I am not about to risk dropping something as I try to get myself a drink and then end up indebted to some frog and have to kiss another one of them. I've already kissed plenty of them, and if I never kiss another frog, it'll be too soon.

Honestly, days like this make the thought of living out my days locked in a tower seem almost appealing. And I'm nineteen years old, anyway, which means I'm already long overdue to be married. Getting rescued from a tower would certainly remedy both of those problems at once, wouldn't it? Ugh. But at least I haven't been made to wear holes through all my shoes again. ~~Yet.~~

Honestly.

[OOC: Boy, it's hard being a princess when life is like a children's book for the day. And while poor Rosella is reasonably genre-savvy about Things That Get Princesses Into Trouble in fairy tales, having read about eight million of them, that doesn't mean she can avoid everything. ...Which is why she's currently lost in the woods, and Not Happy about it. =D]

Current Mood: exasperated

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Yesterday was quite a day, wasn't it? And with an odd sort of curse to go with it. It seemed as though green was the color of the day, and I think I saw a few people wearing shamrocks and four-leaf-clovers about, to match. Penny said something about it being St. Patrick's Day, too, which is another holiday we don't have in Daventry, but we do have leprechauns and the two seem to have a great deal in common, so perhaps that's another celebration I'll have to remember to take back with me someday. There've been a few thus far that I've decided to remember, actually, so one more couldn't hurt. And I'm sure the King of the Leprechauns would enjoy it, too, all the music and revelry and green things all around.

And Sunday will be the first day of spring. I'm glad it's finally here. It doesn't seem like so long ago now that it was autumn and we were all getting ready for winter, but at the time it seemed as though winter would stretch on forever and spring would never come. But it has, now--or it will have, anyway, in another few days.

I remember last year, this time of the year, how eagerly I was looking forward to the first day of spring. I thought that if my brother were ever going to find his way here to rescue me, he'd do it at this time of the year, since it's the same time of the year now in the City that it is back home in Daventry, and our birthday is just a few days off. He didn't manage it last year, though. I don't think he will this year, either, but that's rather all right, too, in its own way. It'll be a fine day in its own right, even if he doesn't come.

It's hard to believe that it's been so long since then, really.

Current Mood: quiet

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I suppose it's rather funny, really, that I made a resolution to be modern in some things and old-fashioned in others this year, and now I've gone from a court gown in Daventry to this getup all in the same week. And it must be a curse that's brought it about, since it seems all my usual dresses have disappeared for the day, and been replaced with things like this instead. I do hope they all come back at midnight, though, since I really do rather like those dresses, and it'd be troublesome to have to try to replace all of them now. ~~Especially since my court gown is the one with--~~

But since it doesn't seem as though anyone else on the Network is sharing my predicament, despite clearly being cursed, I suppose that means it's one of the random weekends again? That's odd, it doesn't seem as though it's been that long since the last, and now here it is again.

The curses do seem to fall into patterns that way, don't they? I know there's been some speculation as to whether or not they really do follow any sort of pattern, but the longer one remains here, the more it seems as though they must. Some of the longtime residents can even remember several multiples of the same curse, I know, and we've been having weekends like this for months now, without fail.

On the other hand, some curses don't repeat very often at all--like the dream curse we had, just a few days ago. I'm glad I was able to see that one again. It was different this time than the first time I had it, but...well. Any curse that lets me see my family again can hardly be called a bad one, and any curse that lets me go home, even if it's only a dream...that's a rare and precious thing. And I'm glad that so many of you were able to come with me, too. Perhaps someday we'll manage it in real life, and not merely in dreams, hmm?

And speaking of managing, there's still plenty of things I want to finish today, and I've been lucky enough to draw a curse that won't hinder me from getting them done. Well, not very much, anyway. These ~~oh, what are they called again? Jeans?~~ jeans are comfortable enough, really, but they're simply dreadful for keeping things in. Honestly, I can barely fit half my hand into these pockets, much less hold anything in them.

[OOC: Why, yes, that is Rosella in jeans today, courtesy of the Wardrobe Switch curse. She's keeping busy at the Library today, so feel free to action her up if you're there; for everyone else, it's a Network post.]

Current Mood: busy

[It begins, easily enough, with a step down into the clouds. It wouldn't be the first time Rosella heard tell of a magic door that floated in midair, where walking around it led to one place but walking through it led to quite another. For her father, such a doorway led to the enchanted isle where his true love was held captive; for Rosella, it leads home. The dream begins as she steps forward, down into the clouds, knowing that her footing will be sure for at least this first step; it's only after she's safely through the door that the scene takes its proper shape.

( And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live, when you were young... )

[OOC: Come on down, stop on by, visit scenic Daventry (or not-so-scenic, depending on how you feel about dragon-ravaged landscapes). Feel free to stop in anywhere in the dream, and if there's something specific you want to do or work out with me, drop me a line on my dream thread over here! Also, as a note--just because the narrative ends at Castle Daventry doesn't mean the dream ends there, necessarily; characters are perfectly welcome to hang out at the party and interact with Rosella there as long as they want. Enjoy!]

Current Mood: asleep

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[Filtered from Alexis Hargreaves | Blue's Codes | Unhackable]

When I was a little girl, a dear friend of the family gave me a toy marionette for my birthday. He'd made it himself, I recall, and it was the funniest little thing, with a little red hat and shoes with curled toes and bright white strings to pull. I remember he showed me how to make it dance in place by pulling this string and that, and he made it bow to me and tip its hat and put on a show, all for my amusement. I was never quite as good at it as he was, but that was only to be expected, I suppose, since he was the craftsman and I was just playing.

I suppose that's rather how that curse the other day made me feel. It was one thing after another after another--and I can't help but wonder if Cain is right, and that the fact that I seem to have had it ~~much~~ a little worse than most was due to more than just chance. Peas under my mattress, elderly women selling laces and combs door-to-door...and yes, even a dragon.

It's not the first time I've been held captive by a dragon. Still, I'd like to hope, naive though it might be, that it will be my last. And thank you, by the way, to the courageous knights who came to my rescue. I can't begin to express how deeply I'm in your debt, and how thankful I am for your bravery.

Rue, Ahiru, have your shoes gone back to normal, now that the curse is over? Mine did, as soon as midnight came, which is rather a relief. It'd be tedious--and expensive, besides--trying to replace all those shoes with holes worn in them. And as much as I like my glass slippers, I think I prefer my more comfortable shoes for daily business. Particularly when I don't have to tie strings around them just to keep them from falling off, every time I go somewhere.

A marionette on a string has no control over his own movements; he depends entirely on the skills of his puppeteer to move and dance. And I suppose that's rather how curses can make us feel at times, isn't it? Out of control, with no say over our own actions...

Though I think it might almost be worse, having the ability to say but not to do. At least with some curses, we don't know any better until it's over, and that spares us the feeling of knowing that we're doing something against our will while we're made to do it. It doesn't make it any easier to deal with once it's over, of course, but at least for the duration, we didn't know. It'd be much worse for the puppet, wouldn't it, if the whole time his strings were being pulled, he could hang there and think about his predicament? What sorts of things would he think about his puppetmaster, I wonder?

In any case, I think I'll have a short break from dancing for a while. Blue's competition is coming up soon, and I'll want to be at my best for it, so I'd better rest while I can.

Current Mood: melancholy

Oh, honestly, I cannot believe the day I'm having.

First, I'm certain I didn't get a wink of sleep last night; why else would I be so tired this morning? And I had the most unusual dreams--forests of gold and silver, boats on a lake...it was the strangest thing!

Then, as I went to go get dressed, a flock of bluebirds came swooping in my window--bluebirds! Can you imagine?--and snatched the dress right out of my hands! And mind you, it wasn't one of my usual work dresses, either, since all of those seem to have disappeared for some reason. Honestly. Fortunately, they didn't peck holes in it or anything of the sort. They just, er...held it for me, while I dressed. And I think a chipmunk appeared to do up my laces. I hope it was a chipmunk, anyway.

After all that, I rather expected I wouldn't find any of my usual shoes in my closet either, but no, these met a different ordeal--holes! In every one of them! My goodness, they looked as though they'd been danced to pieces! Even the horrible ones from the other night at Victrola... Why, the only ones that escaped unharmed were the glass slippers Rue got me for Christmas--thank you again, Rue, by the way--and even so, the one seems to have developed an awful tendency to slip right off any time I try to go anywhere outside. Fortunately, there's been no shortage of handsome young men returning it to me, but that's rather a problem all in itself, isn't it?

And it doesn't look as though I'll be getting any housework done today, either. Every time I try, I find myself feeling the insatiable urge to sing while I work, and that seems to summon up a small army of helpful creatures to assist me. It's not that I mind the help, of course, but they do have a rather bad tendency of getting underfoot while I try to work, and they're rather like the birds--snatching things out of my hands, and all.

I was trying to do the dishes when the knock at the door came, and it turned out to be a charming old woman selling laces. Well, she seemed like such a nice woman, and it was clear that she made her living doing so, and they were so pretty...well, I bought a pair and let her lace me up and the next thing I remember was one of those dratted chipmunks chewing through the laces, so those are ruined, right along with my shoes.

Oh, also, before I forget--has anyone lost a cloak of feathers? They rather look like they might belong to a swan, I suppose. I found them outside, and I really would like to return them to their owner, if possible.

Then the fire went out in the oven, so I had to go visit the elderly lady in the woods and ask her for some more. I really don't know why anyone would want to live in a house on chicken feet, but to each their own, I suppose. And she was nice enough, once I helped her with some spinning. I had a dreadful time of it, though--I kept pricking my finger on the spindle! But I had a little help from the cat, and when it was all finished, she gave me the fire and I was able to get back to work. Really, though, I think a candle would've done just fine, and I don't know why I needed to carry it back in a skull, of all things.

On my way home, I passed some flowering hedges full of roses. I wonder who they belonged to? They were so lovely that I rather wanted to pick one for myself. I wish I had, too, but I have roses enough at home, and they might've belonged to someone else, anyway, so perhaps it's better that I didn't.

I also met a little girl out in a meadow, gathering thistles. Rather odd, don't you think? It isn't every day you find someone running about doing that, but I suppose she was on an errand of some sort, and had a very good reason for it. I said hello, but she didn't seem to want to respond; all she did was smile at me, and go back to her business. She seemed nice enough, though, and it looked like her hands were hurting very badly, so I stopped a minute and picked some with her, just to help. So my hands hurt now, too, but I think it was the right thing to do, anyway.

And then when I finally got home, the old woman was there again! This time she had a comb to offer to me, but I've been wearing my crown around all day, so I really didn't have any need for it. I hated to turn her away, though, even if I did give her some gold for her troubles; I hope she manages to find someone else to sell it to.

And that all kept me so busy, and I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and the animals kept coming back every time I tried to do any work, so finally I just decided to try to take a nap--and of course, even that couldn't go easily, could it? Whoever put that pea under my mattress, I hope you're satisfied; I'm going to have a terrible bruise in the morning.

Ugh, what next? Honestly, with the luck I'm having today, I suppose next a dragon will show up and carry me off...

[OOC: Hahahaha, I am having entirely too much fun with this. If you're playing along at home, see if you can name 'em all! And yes, she will in fact be carried off by the dragon a little later in the day, because I am a horrible, horrible person.

Also, people involved in the Dancing Princesses thing--I'll put up the tampered post just as soon as I have a final headcount for everybody who's coming. Let me know, okay?]

Current Mood: frustrated

...I suppose it says something about the way I normally keep my room, that the only reason I can tell there was even an earthquake today, by looking at it, is that my stacks of books have all been knocked over and two of my favorite vases are broken.

I'm afraid the kitchen took the worst of it, though. We may need to look into getting some new plates and glasses, since quite a few of them have ended up in pieces all over the floor. Ugh, what a mess. Now where's that broom? I've cut myself once already and I'm not about to let it happen again.

Goodness, the last time I felt the earth shake like that...and I hear a chasm has opened up in the ground, as well? ~~That sounds just like what happened when--oh, please, don't let it be another dragon~~ Bad enough that I can remember Daventry looking that way so clearly; I'd really rather not have to imagine the City in the same state, too. At least cleaning up all this mess will give me something else to think about today.

I'm sure bumps and bruises are a given after such an event, but I do hope no one was badly injured by all this. Is everyone all right?

Current Mood: upset

( Attempted Private//Somewhat Hackable )

When I was a little girl, I had plenty of ideas about what it’d be like to grow up. There were thoughts of parties, of lovely dresses, of dancing and music and laughter and myself at the very center of it all, with every eye on me. As I got older, those dreams refined themselves a little bit, and I grew less concerned with the trimmings of the event, and moreso with the event itself. As I got older still, I started to learn that things don’t always turn out quite the way we plan, and sometimes it’s enough to just be grateful for the opportunity to grow up. I can remember a time when I truly didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to. Sometimes we do things because…it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the consequences.

Once upon a time, a girl walked up a flight of stone stairs, and with every step she grew a little more certain that she’d never get to see her eighteenth birthday. Once upon a time, a girl was wrong.

It’s a beautiful day out. Spring is beginning, the gardens are blooming, the weather is growing warmer, and best of all, there’s not a dragon in sight. I really had been worried for a while, there, but I’m absolutely delighted to see that my concerns haven’t come to pass after all. And there’s even an event to go to—perhaps not exactly like the balls I’d envisioned when I was younger, but I’m sure this one will still be worthy of a little girl’s dreams. Blair always does such a wonderful job, so I’m sure this will be no exception.

It’s strange, really. I don’t feel any older today, but I do feel a little…wiser. Oh, and happy, of course, which is the most important part, too!

Current Mood: content

( Attempted Private//Somewhat Hackable )

( Attempted Private to Lord Cain Hargreaves )

Perhaps I'm a bit biased, but I'm afraid I don't understand or share the fascination some people seem to have with drago--no, wait, what was the word?--dinosaurs. I'm sure there are occasions when such creatures can be very nice, and perhaps even helpful, but just the same, I think I'd rather avoid things that are big enough to eat me in one bite. I do hope everyone who did decide to go near them is all right now?

And I suppose it was rather fortunate that I wasn't cursed the time before that, since it seems most of my friends were. Which reminds me--Blair, I do hope you're not, er, angry with me about the events of that day. I imagine it must've been just as trying, if not moreso, for you than it was for me. I'm sure you've discovered by now that I didn't give away the contents of your cupboards, the way you asked me to; also, if you haven't found the small box of sweets beneath the sink yet, you may want to go look for those, or you might uncover them one day several months from now and wonder how a box of sweets ever managed to end up tucked away under there. And they'd likely have gone bad by then, anyway.

How many days is it now? Twenty-two, I think? I suppose that's close enough for me to begin getting a little excited.

Current Mood: thoughtful

Honestly, as if the regular sort weren't bad enough, now there's a zombie dragon?! ~~It really is like being back in Daventry~~

How in the world are we supposed to deal with that?!

[OOC: It had to be done. >> Yay, zombie dinosaur!]

Current Mood: shocked

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Ugh, I hate being sick. It's bad enough that I have to sit around feeling unwell, but then there's the boredom of being too tired and weary to do anything but lie in bed. I've been spending most of the time either sleeping, reading, or looking around on the Network; hopefully tomorrow I'll feel good enough to get up and on my feet again. But today I'm in bed, and everyone seems to be talking about death today...so now I can't stop thinking about it, either.

How many times have I looked my own death in the face--or could have died, but didn't dare to think of it until it was all over? First, the dragon, and that one was my own choice to face. I wasn't afraid--well, no, that's a lie, I was afraid. I was terrified, in fact. But I did it because it was the right thing to do. It wanted me and if it meant sacrificing myself to save the kingdom...oh, but I was so scared! A dragon as tall as a house with three heads and jets of flame and those huge, glistening teeth...and that was just the beginning of the danger, wasn't it?

I wonder if I would've been more afraid in Tamir if I hadn't been so determined to get the fruit to save Daddy. I don't think I had time to be afraid then; I didn't have time to do much of anything, not with two lives ticking down and everyone counting on me. All the things I saw...

( OOC Cut--There Are Lots of Ways to Die in King's Quest )

Strange how looking back on it now, it all seems so terrifying. That graveyard still gives me the shakes, just thinking about it. But it was for Daddy, and terror or not, I think...I think I'd do it all again if I had to.

Current Mood: tired

My, that was quite a layer of fog we had the other day, wasn't it? I haven't seen fog like that since the last time I was in the Land of the Clouds! ~~And it wasn't an experience I'm fond of remembering, either.~~ Though I think that was a bit more fire and mist than it was fog, really. And of course, I didn't hear tell of any dragons storming around in this fog, so that's something to be thankful for, at least.

I'm glad to see that it didn't last longer than a day, though. It would've been miserable trying to go see the new stadium in that sort of weather. I wonder what sort of events will be taking place inside it? Well, whatever they are, I just hope I haven't missed any of the good matches! It's been a long time since I had the opportunity to go to a tournament.

~~I remember sitting and watching with Mother and Daddy, our banners fluttering all around us, and how they'd tell me to wave and cheer for my favorite knights...~~

Oh, tournaments are always more fun to watch with friends and family. Are any of you planning on going to see? We should go together!

[OOC: Yup, she's just a little bit cursed, but she doesn't realize it--she's feeling rather compelled to go to the stadium, and watching all the violence in the matches today won't upset her nearly as much as it normally would. Friends of hers, feel free to action post if you want to tag along with her? =D]

Current Mood: excited

( Memory, Part One: The Dragon )

( Memory, Part Two: Family Tragedy )

I--what? H-How could--no, I...Daddy...

[OOC: I wanted to get this up before work; tags will be slow, since I'll be in and out all day, but I'll definitely get back to them when I return. Neither cut is IC--these are out for the whole world to see. Enjoy the fabulous 8-bit quality~!]