A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)
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				Title: <strong>A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 20:06:49</strong>
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				The Sun rose, hot and brilliant as it always did over the vast desert sands of Olvaina. The golden dunes twisted and fell like waves as wind whistled through the harsh and humid atmosphere, and the crystal clear sky offersd travellers no respite from the blistering heat of midday. And yet amidst such an unforgiving environment resided one of the greatest kingdoms of the world - The Jewel of the Desert as it was affectionately known as, and any who gazed upon the splendour of the city would not soon forget the wonders it held and the worth in traversing the desert to reach it.<br><br>Great sculptures of white marble reached from the sand, twisting in the form of serpants entwined with humans in a glorious display of the race who dwelt within. The homes were grand and vast- left open to welcome in the heat as they lined the great white and gold streets and lsrge sheets of crimson silk hung overhead at regular intervals to offer modest yet comfortable shade for those wishing to indulge. Gems glittered upon eveey buolding. Rubies, emeralds and diamonds all found within the desert used as both an income and decoration, and the beauty of the city was matched by the elegance of her people.<br><br>The naga were proud and strong. Completely at ease in the heat where they would bask for hours on end, tails curled luxuriously upon silken cushions on their flat-roofed homes. Most had darkened skin, tanned from the Sun's light, but the colour of scales swept the range of the rainbow. No two were the same. It was a sight to behold and the city was one to welcome guests and travelers alike... But it was rare for elves to make their appearence.<br><br>They were, from what was understood, fragile little things that wouldn't last in the heat of the desert, and yet a welcoming party stood in the centeral square to await that very species. A great fountrain rose behind the company, clear water spurting from the mouth of a leviathan that rose from sculptured waves and an erected shelter would provide the guests with shade whilst they would enjoy the banquet that had been prepared.<br><br>"Such a fuss..." The voice was quiet, melodious and yet held the authoritative tone of one in command, and tanned fingers drifted casually across jet black scales as golden eyes rested on the horizon. "To think that elves would venture here... It seems foolish to me. Won't they shrivel up? I hear they are fragile as it is..."<br><br>"Highness, please do not rouse our guests..." The response came from an elder- scales slightly dulles, hair white and he shook his head towards the dark-scaled Prince. "This exchange has been arrangemtn for many months, I would hate for it to go wrong..."<br><br>"Do not worry, Anios." A bronze hand waved dismissively before it found a strand of hair, black as his scales, fiddling with a golden lace that hung in the strands. "I shall welcome them with open arms. Allies are important,I realise." He sighed and rested his other hand on a scaley hip, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth lazily. Necklaces lf gold glittered upon his bare chest, reflecting the light and he chuckled softly, flicking back his long hair. "They should be arriving soon, no? I confess myself curious to look upon an elf... especially a lricely one."<br><br>"Indeed, Highness... I believe that is them as we speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 05:23:53</strong>
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				The arid climate of Olivaina had already taken its toll on the royal traveling party. Their species was not accustomed to the unforgiving climate, nor were they particularly enthusiastic about the monumental task ahead of them. Creating a rapport with naga had come across as a rather daunting undertaking, one which Prince Lyrre had initially been unwilling to accept. Naga were all well and good, but they had always seemed steps beneath elvenkind. Lyrre simply had very little interest in it.<br><br>It was, in fact, only the promise of winning a new ally that had brought the young Prince out into the far reaches of the Olivainian desert. This was a peace mission and little else. Olivaina and Loteun had never been on particularly bad terms, but it was never too late to form alliances before those sorts of gaps occurred. Such had been drilled into Lyrre's head by his elderly parents, both of whom sought to instill a bit more humility in their son. And thus, he found himself knee-deep in dirt, constantly brushing layers of dust from the back of his horse.<br><br>"I find this state of living appalling," the blond elf muttered, drawing close to another member of his riding party. His cousin, Faldyr, had volunteered to look out for him in his new surroundings, as the Prince had never before left his homeland, let alone a nation so far from that to which he was accustomed.<br><br>Thus far, Lyrre found little to admire in the kingdom. All one could see for miles were patches of rocks, the occasional shrub, and more dirt than he cared to acknowledge. He could already feel his clothes, the entire ensemble a pristine shade of white and lined with brilliant gold, growing dirty simply by standing out in the desert breeze. Even his skin, fair and fragile, felt sullied. What was more, despite the gauzy material that made up his robes, he still felt uncomfortably warm.<br><br>Falnyr offered a smile, but it was half-hearted. More than anyone, he knew of his cousin's love for their forest kingdom - more specifically, his desire to get back to it. But such was not to be, at least not for the foreseeable future. They had an arduous road ahead of them.<br><br>Flanked by guards on horseback, Prince Lyrre made his way toward the grand welcoming party in the square. Somewhere behind them, he heard music, although he couldn't quite relate to the melody. It sounded exotic to his ears. Bringing his horse around front, Lyrre waited for his guards to take their posts before him, while one announced his presence, "His Royal Highness, Prince Lyrre Aldalyth of Loteun, formally requests the presence of the Prince of Olivaina."<br><br>At this, the elf's pale blue eyes sifted through the scaled creatures who had gathered to greet them, curious as to which one of the colorful, bejewelled individuals would assume the role of his host for the next few months.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 15:28:40</strong>
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				Horse riding was something of a quiet fascination for the young Prince. Perhaps it was owing to his inability to ever do so, but he found the practice extreme strange. He was sure elves had no desire to be centaurs, which guided his mind to three seperate ideas as he rested his gaze on the approaching group. Either they were lazy, had some physical disability that meant they couldn't travel far, or else they wished to make themselves seem bigger and more important than they were. He decided not to ask during their first meeting, but made a point to learn later. Humans did it too... Strange.<br><br>Still, better to focus on the formalities, he reminded himself with a faint sigh of possible boredom. It earned him a sideways glance from the elderly Anios, but he merely chuckled under his breath and ignored the other male. Anios was akin to family - the advisor had supervised the Tzmet family for many years, amd was well-used to the Prince's somewhat lacklustre approach to duties.<br><br>"We welcome our neighbours to Olivainia. May your visit be prosperous for both our cities... I humbly present out Prince-"<br><br>"- Indra Tzmet." The daek-scaled naga smoothly interrupted with a small smile at the brief fluster that came over his advisor before slidong smoothly forward through the golden sand, his arms raising in welcome. "You are most welcome." Sleek muscles in his stomach visibly flexed as he lifted his body higher, his tail curling slightly where it stretched to place him almost at eye-level with the horse riders. "We have anticipated your arrival and prepared shade and drink for both yourselves and your mounts... Please..."<br><br>He gestured lightly for them to follow him, letting his body lower to a more comfort height as his sharp eyes fpcused on Lyrre rather intently, a slow smile creeping to his lips. "Though perhaps you would consent to dismounting? It is uncomfortable to gaze upward during a discussion of equals, hmm, Prince Lyrre?" There was a natural purr to his tone, dark eyes glitteeing for a moment before he turned and moved towards the shaded central street that guided them through white marble to the open palace. He stopped just outside and lifted an eyebrow, obviously expecting the horses to be dismounted.<br><br>"I expect great things fom this visit, my elven cousins." He announced, tilting his head as Anios hurried inwards to inform the servants of their arrival. "I'm sure you feel the same."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 06:27:24</strong>
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				As the elderly naga approached, Lyrre's first thought was that he was most certainly not the prince. Likely an advisor, he mused, or someone of similar importance, but definitely not a royal himself. Over time, Lyrre had learned to pinpoint certain traits common among nobles - more specifically, the way they carried themselves. This one was subservient, if only slightly, and thus he only received a moment of the elven prince's attention.<br><br>Interest piqued, the elf then raised an eyebrow as another naga, a younger one, slid forward to finish the announcement. His own announcement. At this, the blond took a few extra seconds to size him up, skin and scales and all. Indra was a rather striking specimen, boasting a strong upper body and scales the color of night. Lyrre might have gone as far as calling him lovely, but a sense of superiority over the naga's kind kept him from it.<br><br>Instead, he merely offered a trained smile as he slid off the back of his horse, the heels of his boots digging into the dirt. "Naturally," he replied, handing over his horse's reigns to a guard. It was then that Lyrre got a closer look at the naga prince and, much as he tried to ignore it, the inherent charm that seemed to ooze from his very pores.<br><br>"Many great things indeed." The elven prince nodded, moving up alongside the other royal, unwilling to let him have too much of a lead. He made a point of following a mere half step behind. "Your home is quite lovely, Prince Indra. My kingdom and I thank you for your gracious hospitality."
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 18:21:43</strong>
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				Indra noted with a barely-restrained chuckle that the elven Prince had decided to wear heeled shoes for the occasion. How very silly. He'd surely known that the area was a desert haven; flat shows or even bare feet were common among non-scaled visitors and Indra wondered how long it would be dbefore the little elf found the going too difficult through the sand. Still, he didn't commend as he slid effortlessly towards the smooth slope of white stone that took them up to the large square set higher than the level of sand.<br><br>A great silken roof had been erected to shelter the visitors from the harsh sun; four wooden posts holdong the maroon fabric aloft. In the center was a long elegant table hosting bowls of fruit and vegetables, as well as jugs of wine for the occasion. Alcohol was difficult to import through the heat; it was a subtly show of just how important negotiations would be.<br><br>"We will sit here for a few minutes whilst the servants ready the main feast. I hope this is to your liking, my good Prince?" He smiled once again and gestured toward the table, golden bangles clinking merrily upon his wrist before he slid towards a large cushion in place of a chair at the head of the table. His tail curled around it before he settled and lightly folded his arms while waiting for others to sit. "Please enjoy the fruits. All are gathered from the oasis several leagues away. I dohbt you will have sampled them before."<br><br>He didn't eat immediately and was content to watch, his deep gaze focused on the prince. So slender, elves seemed. They looked like he could break one in two with an embrace of his powerful tail, but oh he was intrigued. It would be pleasant once they were alone.<br><br>"I find myself fascinated..." He voiced, leaning slightly over the table. "Your kind have such... elegantly pointed ears... they look quite lovely."<br><br>Was the comment inappropriate? Perhaps, but then Indra had little care for what was proper as his rather intense gaze rested upon the elven prince.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 03:31:55</strong>
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				As Indra led his party to the large red tent, which he supposed would serve as a meeting area for the time being, Lyrre took a good look at his surroundings. The area in which he would immerse himself for the foreseeable future. He had no inkling of how long he would stay; that was up to his advisors. They had indicated the desire to prolong the trip for a few weeks, at least, before attempting to bring the naga prince to Loteun.<br><br>The notion alone made Lyrre want to groan. The naga was not unfriendly, exactly, but something about him made the elven prince uneasy. Perhaps it was the way those deep, unyielding eyes bore into his skull, making him feel exposed. Vulnerable. Almost like the naga was sizing up how much effort it would take to squeeze the life out of him with that powerful tail. The idea was laughable - such a thing would never happen.<br><br>Still, he found it odd to see Indra's eyes lingering on him like that.<br><br>"We appreciate this grand welcome," Lyrre offered, finding a plush red cushion next to Indra upon which to sit. The practice baffled him, but he supposed chairs among naga were less than useless. Their tails made such things impractical. Resigning himself to the use of pillows for the duration of his stay, the elf gave an inaudible sigh and carefully plucked a few small pieces of fruit, some from each bowl, to put on a plate for himself.<br><br>It was as he gathered a few delectable purple berries that he heard Indra commenting on his ears, whereupon he felt his face begin to burn with a blush. The mention wasn't exactly inappropriate, but it certainly hadn't been expected. At this, Lyrre cleared his throat and offered a tame, practiced smile. "You flatter me. They are such small traits, after all."<br><br>Glancing up with a murmur of thanks as one of the servants rushed over to pour wine into a goblet for him, Lyrre straightened his back some, reluctant to lean and bend his body if at all possible. Such seemed inappropriate, although tempting with the lack of a chair to support him. "I look forward to seeing more of your kingdom, Prince Indra," he said at length. "Perhaps after I have had some time to rest from my travel, you would be kind enough to escort me to a few places of interest. Our entire visit need not be so formal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 17:46:59</strong>
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				Slender bronze fingers had plucked a few grapes from a thick vine as Lyrre spoke his thanks for the welcome, a small chuckle passing between the naga's lips at the notion. "I would give nothing but the best hospitality to our elven neighbours." He sighed then, an expression somewhere between a frown and a pout coming to his features as he glanced around. "I had fancied planting a few trees to let you feel more at home, but alas sand isn't so kind to such things... and it seemed inappropriate to bind one to a pot."<br><br>He -or rather his adviser- had overlooked the seating arrangements. Cushions were the naga's chairs and as suxh the thought of supplying something else hadn't occured to them, and while Indra didn't notice initially, the elf's straight-backed posture seemed somewhat strange to him, given how his own body relaxed so pleasantly upon the plush fabric. Still, the delightfully embarrassed flush upon the princling's cheeks was a wonderful diversion, and he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips.<br><br>"I seem to have mentioned something personal." He said, inclining his head. "Please, feel free to tell me if I over-step myself. Anios is always telling me I am too familiar." He seemed to hold the delicate balance of formality and friendliness. Difficult to maintain, but charm seemed effortless where the naga was concerned and he nodded slowly at the idea of showing the prince around.<br><br>"Ahh I would be delighted to." He smiled. "Please, Indra is perfectly fine. As you said, the visit need not be so formal... we are establishing friendly ties between our nations - it would be easier without the constant mention of silly titles." There was a pause and he tilted his head as a thought occured to him. "Assuming you have no objection? I woukd hate to seem impolite..."<br><br>"And..." Indra added, after a lengthy pause "You seem uncomfortable... Ah, the cushion." He lifted a slender hand and pressed fingertips to his forehead at the lack of foresight. "My apologies. There are a few chairs in the palace for human visitors, I hadn't thought to bring them..." He clicked his fingers and summoned a servant, informing him of the need for a chair before refocusing on his guest.<br><br>"Have you ever seen a naga before? I confess that you and youe company are the first elves I've met... I am... very pleased and intrigued with what I see."<br><br>Again there was the subtle hint of something more... But perhaps it was simply Indra's way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 06:48:50</strong>
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				Truth be told, Lyrre was still remarkably unhappy with his task of befriending the other prince. The desert climate did not suit him, and he felt horrifically vulnerable among people not his own. Certainly, the nagas who had seen to his party had been courteous enough, but Lyrre couldn't seem to shake that last bit of apprehension. The apprehension that came with unfamiliar territory, unfamiliar people, and a general sense of uncertainty.<br><br>This he fought not to show on his face. The last thing he needed was for Indra to think him rude, or detached from their mission. He supposed Indra had his own concerns, and if only for that reason, he shelved his own. Outwardly. While he couldn't do much in the way of removing his worries, he tried his utmost to keep them from reaching his eyes. As a high ranking member of nobility, this came easy to him, and he smiled accordingly. A trained, practiced smile that he only ever used in matters of diplomacy.<br><br>When Indra mentioned the possibility of bringing out a few chairs, Lyrre was quick to dismiss the notion. "No, please, there is no need." He adjusted his legs beneath him for the sake of comfort, unwilling to put the naga prince out for something as trivial as a chair. "I have come to your land to learn of your customs, and if that involves a marked lack of chairs, I will simply have to adjust."<br><br>At the question that followed, however, Lyrre gave pause. If he hadn't known any better, he might have suspected that Indra had threaded a bit more than a general observation into his words. He dismissed the possibility, however, and merely shook his head. "Until my kingdom began to have dealings with yours, I have never encountered nagas. Mind you, your kind holds some... fascination for me. I regret to admit that I know little about nagas, save for your preferred climate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 19:58:40</strong>
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				While Lyrre's perfected appearance of ease allowed the naga to see nothing of his uncertainty, Indra's common sense told him that perhaps he was being too forward for a first meeting, and that the desert sun could be too warm for the elves to comfortably sit in. True, there was the shade offered by the fabric roof, but inside the palace was a good deal cooler owing to the white marble walls and large windows. He decided to withdraw himself a little, and smiled with more modesty as his offer of chairs was waved away.<br><br>"As you wish, I must thank you for letting my lack of courtesy slip away." He would have some chairs made, regardless of what the little princling said. After all, it would be absurd to expect himself to sit on a chair, so it was simply unfair to expect the elves to have to squat on cushions.<br><br>"We both have much to learn of our races then." He announced with pleasure, plucking a piece of fruit and allowing his tongue to slide between his teeth in an idly luxurious way to taste. He didn't intend for it to be a display, but as the serpentine tongue wrapped around the fruit to carry it into his mouth it doubtlessly provided an intriguing sight. Not that it was anything special to Indra. "Mm... We shall have to discuss things further, but later."<br><br>The naga lifted his arms to stretch, his tail unfurling to do the same beside him before he chuckled. "I can see you are suffering from the heat. Why don't we retire to the palace for now?" The poor elf's skin seemed to shimmer just a little from sweat. Inside would be cooler, and so Indra gracefully uncurled from the cushion to slide to the floor, his powerful serpentine lower half glittering in shades of black and gold.<br><br>"I can show you your rooms and you can settle yourselves for a little while."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 07:37:54</strong>
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				Lyrre watched as Indra dispatched of the fruit with no shortage of morbid fascination. It seemed such a little thing, but the use of the naga's tongue put the elf off somehow. It just didn't seem natural to him, although he gathered it was just busines as usual for Indra. For a split second, he had nearly forgotten about the serpentine tail that made up the lower portion of the other prince's body.<br><br>Strange, that.<br><br>It seemed that Indra was not of a mind to talk business, which Lyrre supposed was just as well. Accordingly, when the naga offered to bring the traveling party inside for a rest, he was not about to complain. It nearly seemed a shame to cut their first meeting so short, but he was not about to deny his need for a little breather.<br><br>"For that, we would be grateful," the elf admitted as he moved up onto his feet, silently urging the members of his party to follow. "I have greatly enjoyed your company, Indra, but I confess that I would benefit greatly from a rest." The sun had taken a toll on him; it was a wonder that he hadn't gotten any color from the constant exposure to its rays.
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 14:29:33</strong>
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				"We can continue out discussion after the heat of midday. Even we naga retreat when the Sun is at its highest." Indra smiled and moved smoothly across the white marble floor, leading the small entourage towards the main body of the palace. The closer they drew, the more grand the desert paradise would seem. Great pillars held up an arching roof with suitably placed square holes to allow the warm rays to pass down onto raised platforms on the floor; sunning cushions where the serpents would bask in comfort.<br><br>They passed through a great archway that showed through elegant carvings the progress of the ancient naga into the desert and drawing the bounty of gems from within the swirling sands. Each serpent held an eye of ruby or emerald set into the stone as if to revel in the beauty that came from such harshness, and once the outside area of the palace was behind them, the elves would doubtlessly feel the cooler interior of the corridors and sloping stairways. "I must tell you to mind the, ah... 'stairs'. That is your word, yes?" He nodded towards the way up to the next floor which was a smooth slope, his head tilting to one side. "Please take care not to fall."<br><br>Up they went and the pristine beauty continued seamlessly until Indra came to stop, turning to the group with a small smile. "Now... the servants will lead your group to their rooms. Tradition dictates that only those of royal lineage may ascend to the highest floor." A pair of naga, both coloured a deep red hue appeared from the corridor and bowed to the group before the Prince slid towards the second slope.<br><br>"Please, Prince Lyrre..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 08:51:19</strong>
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				As they reached one of the higher floors and Indra dismissed the servants, Lyrre took a thoughtful glance back to his entourage. He didn't need them for protection, but the notion of traveling into a strange place without them left him feeling somewhat naked.<br><br>Still, he wasn't about to offend the prince by insisting that they accompany him. And so, with a nod, he waved his hand as silent indication for his traveling party to follow where the naga servants led. If that was the custom, the elves would simply have to adjust. That done, he turned back to his host, hands folded behind his back as he followed him up the slope.<br><br>"Your customs will take some getting used to, I'm afraid," Lyrre admitted, keeping close to the naga as they made their way to the top floor of the lavish building. "I hope you will correct me if I overstep my bounds." He knew very little of naga customs, save for what little he had picked up on the way through Indra's kingdom, and he still had much to learn.<br><br>"If I may ask," he said then, "what will tomorrow have in store for us? Perhaps you will be kind enough to give me a tour of the palace." More than likely, they would be alone for it. Much as Lyrre preferred to be flanked by a pair of bodyguards, he knew better than to take them along during more personal conversations with other royals. Particularly royals like Indra, with whom he was expected to interact on a friendlier level for the sake of their respective kingdoms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>23-09-2013, 19:26:43</strong>
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				"I have given specific instructions to the staff to help with anything you might struggle with. I am sure when I venture to your kin's woods that I will be just as flummoxed." Indra chuckled, liftinf a hand to ruck a strand of dark hair behind his ear, eyes glittering with excitement as he rather relished the prospect of exploring sonewhere new. The desert was beautiful, but one could only admire it for so long without feeling a little restless. "And please, don't worry about overstepping yourself. While I have to maintain a certain public image I'm actually very relaxed in private. Speak and act as you normally would."<br><br>They had reached the highest floor of the palace. Everything was more regal and polished than below - the white marble seemed to shine with the light of the sun where slits had been carved into the ceiling to let the light in, and graceful carvings lined the boarder of the walls. The floor was also carved in a simple pattern of spirals and stars as if to replicate a carpet and Indra tilted his head slightly, stopping at a heavy golden curtain that hung at a tall doorway.<br><br>"Ah I would be delighted to give you a tour." He smiled and nodded, "Though I find the market more interesting than the palace. You might find something there that strikes your fancy..." He held the thick curtain open and gestured for Lyrre to step inside. "This will be your room."<br><br>The room was spacious and open. Large circular windows without glass were cut into the far wall that showed a wonderful view of the city far below, curtains of the same gold hanging above - able to be pulled down for shade and privacy. A low table rested off to one side surrounded by the same thick cushions as had been outside and a large bookcase rested nearby, filled to the brim with a vast number of tomes. A simple screen divider hid the bed from view. It was large enough for three to fit comfortably, and was probably lower to the ground than the elf was used to. The sheets were gold and white, made from thin silk to ensure the sleeper wouldn't become too hot and elegant drapes hung around the four posters at each corner. There was also a serious of cupboards and drawers, and another heavy curtain that hid the bathroom.<br><br>"I hope its to your liking... anything can be changed, if you need something or dislike the furniture..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 01:11:40</strong>
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				It seemed strange to Lyrre that Indra would want to show him the market, rather than the palace. More to the point, it seemed unfitting of an individual in his station, but the elf saw little point in arguing with him. The nagas' customs would take some getting used to, he supposed. Perhaps they regarded nobility differently than in Lyrre's own kingdom.<br><br>Upon reaching the top floor, where Lyrre would rest his head for the foreseeable future, the elf looked into the luxurious chamber with no shortage of wonder. The aesthetic here was far different than that in his home; warmer colors dominated the decor, while the windows cut into the walls welcomed in more than enough sunlight. Lyrre already knew he would be drawing the curtains closed during the daylight hours. Although his skin never seemed to tan, too much sun didn't agree with him.<br><br>"It is lovely," he remarked, stepping further into the room to examine it more closely. The furniture was vastly different than that to which Lyrre was accustomed, which he attributed to the differences in their anatomy. Naga required furniture lower to the ground, where elves set theirs up higher. That, too, would take some getting used to.<br><br>"I highly doubt I shall need to change anything. Although I fully admit that I will likely leave these windows closed until closer to nightfall." Accordingly, the prince moved toward the vibrant golden shades and drew them closed halfway, allowing in enough sunlight to keep the room illuminated, but only just. "Unfortunately, the sun is something of an enemy to my kind," he chuckled. "Regardless, the accommodations are more than adequate. Thank you, Indra."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:05:14</strong>
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				Indra watched closely as the elf entered the grand bedroom. Despite his subtle teasing and lsck of respect for much personal space, he was still the Crown Prince of his people and he understood well that a good impression had to be made on his pointy-eared neighbours. It seemed thst Lyrre appreciated the room to the naga's discerning eye - the only exception being the low furniture, but taller chairs would be crafted for the elven prince whether he wished it or not. None will ever say that Indra isn't a good host. <br><br>"Ah, yes..." He smiled and slid forward, standing at Lyrre's side as the curtains were drawn partially shut. His eyes took on the light of the sun and glimmered as he tilted his head to one side. "Youd do have rather pale skin... it would be a shame for the sun to spoil it... almost like porcelain." It was a casual observation in Indra's point of view and he turned back, gesturing to a hanging rope that hung just beside the bed.<br><br>"If you ever need anything, pull the rope. It's connected to bells in the servant's quarters and they will come to tend to your needs." A bronze fingertip touched his lower lip as he pondered on whether he'd missed anthing. Deciding that he hadn't, he moved back towards the curtain-door.<br><br>"I will leave you to settle in. Once the heat of the day has passed I will return and we could perhaps have a quirt drink? We have a great deal to discuss, after all..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 04:47:20</strong>
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				The mention of his skin color prompted Lyrre's brow to raise, slightly surprised. If he hadn't known any better, he might have taken the statement as a compliment, perhaps even threaded with some other veiled intent. But just as quickly as it had come, he banished the thought. It wasn't appropriate to think of such things, particularly not with the stakes between them so high. He felt foolish for even entertaining the notion.<br><br>"Porcelain. Yes." The more he thought about it, the more he supposed it was simply a statement of fact. Elves didn't tan very easily, but he was lucky that he hadn't burned during the journey to Indra's kingdom. Large canopies on open carriages had assisted with that, and long sleeves did the rest. The whole thing made it frightfully hot, however, and as such, he was pleased at the notion that he would be left on his own to relax and cool down for a bit.<br><br>"I will look forward to it," Lyrre offered, following Indra to the door, as was polite. "Until tonight, Indra." He offered a polite smile, even held the curtain open for him, waiting until he had slithered out to close it back up and release a little breath. His eyes first traveled to the low bed sitting near the closed window, but given the length of the journey, he had gone a while without a proper bath, and it seemed the best way to lower his body temperature.<br><br>Shedding his outer layer of clothing, the elf stepped into the bathroom to draw a tub full of lukewarm water. There he relaxed for a good while, until the water went cold and the sun began to set. He still had time, from what he gathered, and so he chose to lay in bed quietly for the hour that followed, contemplating what topics he might raise when Indra returned for him that evening. Only when the glow of the sun behind his window began to let up did he sit up once more, fishing out a clean set of clothes from the trunks that Indra's servants had delivered, and changing into something lighter and more suitable for the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 19:26:04</strong>
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				Indra merely continued to smile as he was respectfully shown out of the room. He felt a quiet thrill in seeming a being so different to his own race, something so exotic and regal. While he himself was often complimented on his good looks, on the glistening shine on his scales and the bronze nature of his skin, he was rather enthralled by the opposite shade of pale pink - almost white tone of the young elf. Those pointed ears too, were a delight. Delicate, intimate... would they be as soft as he imagined?<br><br><em>No, no.</em> He scolded himself lightly as he made his way along the corridor to his own chambers, <em>I mustn't be so impatient. This is a diplomatic envoy. It has to go well. Anois would have a fit if he knew what I was thinking...</em><br><br>As if the elderly adviser knew when his thoughts were drifting off course, the other naga appeared with a small smile from the lower floor, his hands lightly clasped together. "Ah! Prince Indra. I trust our young guest is happy with his room?"<br><br>"Of course. Though he seems to find the heat unpleasant... I shall have to think of a way to cool his quarters."<br><br>"I shall set the architects on the task. Perhaps they can figure out such a solution."<br><br>"Very good, Anios." Indra had slid smoothly through a black curtain trimmed with gold, holding it open for his close adviser to follow through after him. He moved to curl up on a large maroon cushion, the sound of round stones clinking together inside echoing through the room as he shifted to be comfortable. The stone held the heat longer than any fabric would, making them excellent for lounging. "How are his companions? Did you settle them?"<br><br>"I did. They seem pleased, though not fond of being so separate from their Prince. They will be difficult to bring to our side... I do worry that our differences might be too much for-"<br><br>"-Oh, Anois. Don't worry so much, my friend. I have complete faith in your negotiation skills. And besides, the young prince seems quite pleasant."<br><br>They continued to speak for several minutes longer before the main heat of the day struck the palace walls. All denizens of the city retired to let the wave of light pass overhead, and so Indra spent a few pleasant hours sleeping the heat away until the coolness of evening air brought him back to wakeness.<br><br>He smiled to himself and swiftly moved to dress for his second meeting with the elf. He carefully combed through his dark hair, fastening a delicate band of gold around the ebony strands to hold it in a regal ponytail. Several necklaces were placed around his throat to hang against his chest, a single red ruby glittering at the center taking pride of place. Only when he was satisfied did he venture out from his room towards Lyrre's, lifting a hand to wave the curtain in a semblance of a knock.<br><br>"Prince? May I come in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 20:52:10</strong>
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				To meet with the prince that evening, Lyrre chose a simple ensemble of thin white trousers, a matching button-down shirt, and a brilliant blue robe made of fine, breathable muslin with lavish, glittering embroidery embellishing the chest and shoulders. To his chagrin, this was perhaps one of the only outfits in his chest made for such harsh weather. Briefly, he entertained the notion of having new clothes made as soon as he had the chance, if only so he didn't die of heat exhaustion.<br><br>The elf had just finished placing one of his favorite circlets over his head, carefully combing down his long blonde hair to ensure a proper fit, when he heard the naga's voice just outside his door. The curtain offered little in the way of privacy, but fortunately Indra had the courtesy to announce his presence before stepping in. For that, Lyrre was grateful. He was a highly private individual, and barging in without warning would have done little to endear Indra to him.<br><br>"Yes," he called, quickly smoothing down his clothes to ensure he looked presentable. Satisfied, he turned away from the mirror to greet the prince, to whom he offered a small, sedate smile in greeting. "Good evening, Indra. An afternoon of rest was exactly what I needed after such a long journey, and I do appreciate it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 18:36:33</strong>
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				He waited quite patiently until the elf beckoned him inside before sliding forwards, sweeping the curtain to the side in a practiced motion. For a brief moment Indra was silent - suitably enchanted by the light colourings that played upon the young prince's body. It was a welcome and startling chabge from the darker, richer tones of his own people and his smile brightened at Lyrre's offering of thanks. "You are welcome. I thought the heat might be difficult for you... it is much cooler without the sun."<br><br>Cooler, but still not cold. The sky was clear with hundreds of brilliant stars shining down a subtle light onto the city, the crescent moon offering an amazing view should anyone with to indulge in a spot of stargazing - something Indra would likely offer at some point.<br><br>"If you are ready, I would enjoy showing you the city. It is just as lively at nighttime as the morning - the only lul in activity comes in midday so I am certain we could find something to suit your elegant tastes." The naga moved slightly closer, the tip of his smooth tail curling and uncurling in subtle excitement.<br><br>"There are some stalls open at night if you'd like the see the market? Or else we could dine at one of the inns? I sometimes like to spend time away from the palace... it can become a bit stifling. Or if you'd prefer I could simply give you a tour."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>23-03-2014, 21:08:21</strong>
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				The people of Indra's kingdom seemed very content to wear very little, with clothing worn in such a way to expose more of their bodies. Lyrre's kind were just the opposite. Lavish, layered clothing was a mark of both wealth and propriety. He wasn't sure that he could ever get used to how little the naga wore - although he wasn't sure that they <em>could</em> wear much more, given the unique shape of their lower bodies.<br><br>Quickly drawing himself away from that line of thought, Lyrre put on his most pleasant smile as he approached the prince. "It will take some getting used to," he agreed. "We do not have this kind of heat in my homeland. That is not to say I am entirely unappreciative, however. If anything, I am looking forward to working on my color." He chuckled. In truth, it was highly unlikely that his skin would ever darken, no matter how much his exposure to the sun. He was more likely to burn.<br><br>Indra's eagerness to spend time away from the palace surprised the elf, whose nobility was far more accustomed to staying away from less luxurious urban areas. That wasn't to say Lyrre was oblivious to the more modest areas of his kingdom; he simply didn't spend much time in them, especially not for leisure. As such, he had his reservations, but he supposed it couldn't hurt.<br><br>"Perhaps, then, it would be best to visit the town of which you speak so highly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Princely Exchange (Khoraz / BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 16:23:58</strong>
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				Indra laughed quietly at the thought of the very pale elf gaining a tan from his brief time in the desert nation. Such fragile skin would be more likely to burn and turn red rather than become golden. Best to do something about that. "If I may be so bold, I think your shade is quite lovely. We don't see many with such bright skin here... it is a nice change, though I'd recommend against bathing in the Sun - you might easily burn..."<br><br>He would purchase some ointment at the market to avoid such a fate for Lyrrien, and he smiled happily as his idea of visiting the town was readily accepted. "Wonderful. We will have a small group of gusrd watching us, but I always insist they keep their distance, so never fear about your safety within the city limits."<br><br>He nodded firmly and turned, sliding towards the curtain and holding it open for the elf to follow. There was more noise filtering from the city than when Lyrrien arrived. The Sun had gone in, making the temperature more suitable for venturing out and as they moved out of the palace the elf would see a great many naga going about their business. <br><br>The market was in the center of the city, a host of tented stalls and great shops formed a circle with peddlers trying to sell their wears to passersby. It was a cheerful sort of place, and Indra received several waves and calls of greeting from the civilians. Clearly he was a popular prince among the people.<br><br>"Isn't it wonderful here?" He mused, moving along the stalls to examine the merchandise. "I much prefer it to the palace... now is there anything you would like to see? Our nation is famous for its gems and silks, though you could find almost anything in these stalls."
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