Land of Fairy Tales (Don't delete)

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Aslana was looking for the Priess " were can she be I been looking up and down for her?" she said to herself then she want to the libary to read a book to clam herself down a bit.
 
Frenchie quickly disarmed many trees when collecting her sticks. She didn't know how she'd start a fire quickly, but she had too. She rushed back to his side, her skirts swishing around her bare feet, her hands full of dry sticks. What she really needed was a match...but had none. Something came to mind. Molena had taught her a spell, one that could start a fire, but there were requirements. Frenchie racked her brain. five stones...dry twigs...a hair from an elf... Frenchie plucked one of her hairs out, figuring she was elf enough. She placed the hair in the middle and the five stones around the sticks. She held her hands above the twigs. She thought hard, fire...fire...fire She couldn't remember the words, but suddenly she smelt something like burning flesh and her palms stung. She leapt back, the sticks were on fire!:D

The fire touched Fiirsyx. Fiirsyx looked like he was set aflame, but really, his wings were starting back up. As his wings burst out, the fire grew larger, and larger.
 
The fire touched Fiirsyx. Fiirsyx looked like he was set aflame, but really, his wings were starting back up. As his wings burst out, the fire grew larger, and larger.

ooc-*it's alive! IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
sry, couldnt help myself lol:D
 
He opened his eyes, and floated up slightly. He stood, and waved his hand, the fire dissappearing. "Frenchie.. You...Revived me?"
 
Frenchie looked away for a moment, and then back at him. She didn't know exactally what to say. She continued blowing on her palms, which were still stinging from getting scalded by the fire.
 
"Frenchie... Thank you... I... Honestly didn't thin k you would do that..." He noticed her hands, and stepped out of the flames. He waved his hands, and all the flames extinguished but his wings. "Come, let's goto the stream. It's not far."
 
"Frenchie... Thank you... I... Honestly didn't thin k you would do that..." He noticed her hands, and stepped out of the flames. He waved his hands, and all the flames extinguished but his wings. "Come, let's goto the stream. It's not far."

Frenchie looked at him. "I didn't think I would either..." she whispered to herself. She nodded, getting up from where she was sitting. "Sure..." she said, smoothing out her skirts which were covered in dirt. She pushed strands of loose red hair out of her face and followed him to the stream.
 
Nathariel wandered around the castle

ooc-if anyone sees darkmonkey, please tell him to post. i PMed him twice, but he hasnt gotten back to me.
my char needs someone to interact with. *waits for office, lucy, or darkmonkey*
 
ooc: I have someone you might want to meet...:p

Frenchie was still following Fiir.

Back at Natharieal's castle, a cloaked figure came to the door. A knock echoed through the empty halls.
 
ooc: I have someone you might want to meet...:p

Frenchie was still following Fiir.

Back at Natharieal's castle, a cloaked figure came to the door. A knock echoed through the empty halls.

ooc-..........O_O ok......

ic-A guard came in and opened the door. "What do you want?" he asked.
 
"I have special buissness concerning Natharieal..." A voice beneath the hood answered. The voice had a haunted touch, but had a gentleness too it.
 
"No one meets with the princess without stating what their business is. What is your name?"

ooc: your nickname is Crunch, k?
He isn't evil...


ic: The hallway went dark. There was no answer and the cloaked figure dissappeared down the hallway toward Natharieals quarters. You might as well just give the monkey guards your resume....
 
ooc: your nickname is Crunch, k?
He isn't evil...


ic: The hallway went dark. There was no answer and the cloaked figure dissappeared down the hallway toward Natharieals quarters. You might as well just give the monkey guards your resume....

ooc-ok.
*confused about monkey part* but ok

ic-Nathariel wandered the halls, too much on her mind.
 
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