ooc- Yeah, it's a long post, but read all of it if you are going to reaad any of it please, because all of it is important.
I will start with a chara and write some to give this a little momentum and then I want everyone to post ooc to decide and made suggestions on what will happen. I want this to be the coolest thread ever.
After fifteen posts of people making story suggestions, I get back on, make a decision on what we'll do and then we'll post like crazy. If there are more than fifteen when I next get on, then so be it. Make suggestions until I tell you to stop. Also, we need to begin with an ending in mind. I will hop in ooc every once in a while to make sure the thread is heading towards a definitive end, so don't get upset if I cut something short and ask us to move on.
(Note: This scene is taking Place in Castle Floret)
Ten Years ago…
"What is your name?"
The young squirrel blinked silently and looked up into the crowd of faces curiously. He tilted his head slightly to one side as though he did not understand. He was hardly more than a dibbun, but surely he should be able to speak.
"Where did you come from?" The consul asked. "Do you understand?"
The squirrel-child seemed bored by the question and turned to look out the window again. The light crossed his soft red fur, giving it a golden tint. Sitting in the window seat backed by soft white sandstone and staring out over Southsward, he looked almost as though he had stepped out of a painting. His soft blue eyes were innocent and curious, wise and strange.
The only thing that made the painting imperfect was the garb he wore. It was a tattered leather tunic, or something vaguely resembling a tunic. It could have been the dress of a traveler's son, or perhaps the garb of a nomadic tribe, but it was impossible to tell. No one had ever seen any kind of clothing such as that.
The consul sighed with something akin to frustration. "Perhaps he is deaf or cannot understand. Whichever it is, I do not know." He turned to the guard. "Jaguarl, where did you find him, again?"
The lean otter shrugged. "As I told you before, he was found sitting on the doorstep outside the Council room. He was left there by someone early this morning. He was asleep and wrapped in a tattered blanket. He was shivering in his sleep because of the cold."
The consul lead him away from the squirrel and dismissed the other three guards with a wave of his hands. "Thank you. Leave us now please."
When they were gone, the ancient mouse pulled Jaguarl into the nearest room and half-shut the door, the child still barely visible through the gap, but out of earshot. "Please Jaguarl. Tell me someone saw who left the child there. How could anyone sneak past four active patrols?"
Jaguarl shrugged again. "I have no idea. They must have been both very lucky and very skilled."
As they conversed, a door from down the hall opened partway and a quiet figure stole silently inside. Avrial was a reverent sort in quiet halls. To speak in the early-morning hours felt almost like shattering glass in a church. She was lean and young, so her paws could hardly be heard on the red velvety carpet stretched down the middle of the white marble floor. The golden light from the glass windows all down the hall fell over the carpet and the creamy smooth sandstone glowed white. It was a beautiful morning.
Halfway down the hall, she noticed the squirrel sitting alone on the seat in the window niche. She stopped just outside the pool of sunshine and stared at him in wonder. He was young, about her age, but he was nothing like anyone she had ever seen. Princesses rarely saw anyone but soldiers and consuls. And though there were many squirrels in Floret, she had never met one her own age.
He was staring out onto the trim green lawns where gardeners were working and watched the clouds roll past the northern mountains in the distance.
"Boy," Avrial said simply, curious.
The squirrel turned and saw her for the first time. She was dressed in a white lace dress and her short gold fur glowed as she stepped into the sun. He turned from her and stared into the room, where Jaguarl and Darius were conversing.
"Boy," Avrial said again. "What is your name?"
The stranger looked back at her with the the same somber and curious expression as before and locked eyes with her.
"Kaada," he said. "My name is Kaada..."
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