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Aikaterine /ɛːkatɛríːneː/ Havfrue. Daughter of Eric & Ariel. Granddaughter of Triton, son of Poseidon. Half-man, half-god.

[msucal]

Camp Fire |tangy&kat|

[msucal]

Still holding onto the stuff animal, she quickly looked up to the sky and tried to find a star to wish on. Once she finds a star, she’ll wish on it to not done. Maybe that would work. Maybe if that one star helped her, she could be able to continue living with Mister Gumpoo, her stuffed animal, in Elias! Yeah! Maybe she can still live and try to achieve her goal of actually doing good in this school!

But once she heard a voice, she quickly leaped and faced the direction of who the voice belonged to. Only to realize… wait… this wasn’t a sea bear. It was just a girl! A girl who looked very pretty! Without even wondering why she was out so late, she sighed in relief over the fact that it wasn’t a sea bear. She stepped out of the circle and giggled, embarassed by what she had just done. “Oh I’m fine!” she responded. “Everything’s fine! Just got a bit scared!”

[katerinhavfrue]

“Of what?” she inquired, brows furrowing just the slightest. Had she been the source of the scare? Concern began to fill in the hollow spaces between her ribs, gnawing on the ivory bones as she mentally berated herself for committing such a deed. She was new here and she was supposed to mingle with the land-dwellers. “If it is I who have scared you, then I really do wish you would accept my deepest apologies.” Her voice may be firm, holding its very own authoritative value given as a blessing from the gods above, but it had a touch of sincerity, though faint it may be, like a thin wisp of cloud. But as she spoke, her nose caught a whiff of the smoke again and it returned her mind to the open fire nearby. This time, a dark, almost unreadable expression masked her features. “Are you trying to burn the school down?” There was no denying the conviction her voice held.

[mitzfitzherbert]

Confusion peppered with slight amusement reflected on his features, mostly from the formal way she spoke that etched with royalty, but also with why she has yet to move from her spot. What other reason could she possibly have other than being lost? The question that followed answered his thoughts, though it didn’t help clear things out as much as he expected it to.“Other than walking? I don’t believe so.” Mitz has never been one to base judgement easily without so much of an assessment, hence the once-over he gave her. Maybe there was something prickling her foot, or she’s simply unable to walk. The former was hard to assume since her dress hindered his vision of her feet, and the latter had to be cancelled out because how else would she have ended here? “Though I suppose a human lift would get you up there as well.” He said half-joking, half-offering, a playful grin on his lips.

[katerinhavfrue]

          There was a slight stir in her emotions, a flicker of contemplation in the form of pursed lips for the briefest of seconds. And akin to the ripple effect on the surface of water, it soon ebbed, receded to calm once more. She would have inquired more about this human lift he spoke of ( she had not a clue as to what he meant ) but that could wait till later for her mind was still preoccupied with the possibility of her reaching her assigned room safe and sound-- and pain-free. “This is where I take my leave now, I suppose,” she said and did a little curtsy, a warm smile adorning her lips. She really did appreciate the concern he showed in her presence but she reckoned she had taken too much of his time. Bracing herself for the imminent pain to accompany each step, she lifting her foot and placed it as gently as she could on the first stair. That same knee of hers trembled just the slightest at the first jolt of pain but she was quick to regain her balance by grabbing onto the handrail. A deep breath was taken and then her next step. It would take some time but she would reach the top eventually.

[msucal]

Camp Fire |tangy&kat|

It was probably four in the morning by now. But even if it was four in the morning, Tangy was still out, roasting marshmallows under the night sky. With a gummy bear plush sitting next to her, she sat in front of a fire with a bag of graham crackers and chocolate on her lap and a bag of marshmallows in her backpack. While she was roasting one on a stick, she looked up at the stars for a while. Looking up at them reminded of pixels she saw her mother had when she *glitched*. While she looked up at them, she sighed to herself at the thought of home. Man, did she miss home.

And just when she thought she was by herself at this time of night, she heard a noise from behind the bushes. She leaped up in fear, making the graham crackers and chocolate bag fall to the ground. What was that? Was it… a sea bear? Oh god, oh god. She feared that this would happen. Quickly throwing the stick of now burnt marshmallow onto the ground, she quickly speed walked to a place a few inches from the fire, took out a chalk, drew a circle around her, and took her bear plush and got in that circle.

She hugged the bear tight and tried to keep her sobs of fear quiet. Oh god, out of all the days, she didn’t want to die today. She didn’t even get to teach everyone about memes yet. As she was in the circle, she quickly whispered what she thought would be her last words of the day as she hugged her bear so tight that it might explode. “Please don’t fail me now Spongebob,” she whispered, crossing her fingers. “Please don’t fail me now.”

[katerinhavfrue]

          Aikaterine had been out ever since the hour pushed one in the morning. It only took her a few words with the guard before he allowed her to step beyond the academy’s gates and outside its boundaries. She had made a promise to her mother: to never forget to visit her every day by the shore for Ariel had decided to return to the sea after Aikaterine’s enrollment in Elias. And though she had yet to get accustomed to walking and standing upright on two legs, she was willing to walk the distance to meet her beloved mother. Nothing could stand between the fierce loyalty and love this daughter has for her queen.

          Today marked their first conversation away from home and it ranged from how it felt to walk on land to the boy she encountered at the bottom of the stairs. There was something therapeutic about being so close to the sea you could feel the air thickened with salt settle within the confinements of your lungs; the crashing of waves against the jagged rocks sending fine tremors up your legs; the way the sand gives way beneath your weight and between your toes. Alas time moved too fast around these parts and before she knew it, it was time to return and crawl under the covers so she could be well-rested and ready to face the sun as it rose.

          At the advice of the guard, she took the other route back, mainly to remain hidden so none of them would get into trouble. She complied, feeling indebted and grateful for his kind and generous favour earlier. And so she weaved through trees and brambles alike, steps light and silent despite getting her long dress caught on old twigs sticking out of the ground, until she finally emerged into an opening on the other side. Even while still surrounded by the thick trees, her nose had caught the scent of smoke ahead which prompted her to proceed much more cautiously. Of course, it had taken her aback to find a girl holding a stuffed animal in her arms, sitting in a circle drawn on the flat grass. A look of confusion etched itself onto her features as she approached said person.

          “Is something the matter?” she whispered, wishing not to startle the stranger before her.

[mitzfitzherbert]

Black-laced shoes echoed through the almost-empty halls in every step the prince made, his head hung low while busy hands tapped on the screen of his phone, saving a few notes and reminders to his future self. He was to negotiate a budget with whoever’s in charge of finance in the council, but he didn’t made it on time for the meeting that morning, thus the stress of having to adjust the upcoming week’s agenda. He was on his way to the club room to grab his belongings when his eyes landed on a pair of legs waiting by the staircase, unmoving. Shoving the mobile device in his pocket, Mitz’s steps stalled within a few feet distance from the girl, curious eyes shifting from the empty corridor the staircase leads to and the girl, whom, by now, he noticed has quite a fair complexion. (Who is he kidding? She’s beautiful.) Dumbly so, he waved a hand in front of her to cancel out the possibility that maybe she was sleep-walking. That wasn’t the case. “Are you lost?” He asked. Everything about her was unfamiliar, and Mitz has always been one to take on an adventure.

[katerinhavfrue]

          His presence may be unexpected but the princess offered him a bright smile nevertheless, to signify gratitude for his concern. Perhaps she did look a little out of place with her pale, blue dress and bare feet, hair hung loosely past her shoulders, compared to his charming school attire. Oh yes, she had been given her own but she did not feel like changing into them just yet, not when she had yet to get accustomed to the academy’s layout. “I am not lost, kind sir, if that is troubling you.” Her voice was airy and pleasant, a true evidence of her heritage. She could not quite see his eyes and this brought upon a frown to her face, marring her usually calm features. “Is there another way up from here?” A faint poppy tint rushed into her pearlescent cheeks; she was flustered upon having to ask such a peculiar question and revealing how much of an alien she was to human architecture.

[katerinhavfrue]

mitzfitzherbert

          How would a fish ever survive when being thrown out of water? How would a mermaid? After granted her first pair of legs in ever, the soon-to-be queen had teetered, stumbled, and fallen in her first few steps. Her bones, worn from disuse, dug into her flesh with every pace. It was akin to walking on tiny shards of glass, with minuscule pricking sensations stinging her skin. But her face was as calm as the ocean mirroring the clear, blue sky, no trace or evidence of the pain made visible. Her head was held high, regal, but not proud, for wherever she walks, she brings forth the sea breeze as expected of a descendant of a god. The princess was headed to her destined dwelling; the steady rhythm of the pitter-patter of her bare feet slow and quiet. Then she came upon a structure much foreign to her entire existence: a staircase, and she paused, uncertainty clouding her features. How would she ascend these steps when even walking on a flat surface proved to be painful?

[lastfantasies]