<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6931057#msg6931057">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 16-09-2012, 11:42:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Some kid running at speed bumped into Mari's skirt, interrupting . He looked to be no more than 10, blond, and was chasing some other kids around the pool. The impact, however, almost toppled her over.<br/>The kid seemed to be swimming regularly, if one could judge by his muscle development. Then he looked up to her and spoke with a weird accent she didn't manage to recognise.<br/>"Are you a princess?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mari scrambled back to her feet as quickly as she could while still looking dainty. Fortunately the frills of her skirt should have kept the gun concealed. Once she was standing again she leaned down to the child's level and spoke in a practiced voice. "Why yes young knight, I am the Princess of Carioca. The lord of this house has summoned me to watch over the children on this special day. Pray tell, what is your name?" She offered the boy a gloved hand.<br/><br/>Meanwhile she heard the commotion from the bushes, and shot a quick glance at it. Probably nothing, but still a good idea to be cautious. "Why don't we go over this way children." She lead the group away from the source of the disturbance, keeping an eye on the crowd while maintaining her regal bearing. Apparently those nuns did teach her something useful back in catholic school. Daddy's money didn't go to waste after all.