@warrixrheart
Vaylin was very excited and very scared. She had never been off world before- but that wasn’t what made this so special. Today she was starting her training as not only a princess, but an ambassador. Her mother had told her that she was leaving Zakuul to learn about other cultures and people. Vaylin may have been third in line for The Eternal Throne, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t play an important part in her home’s politic some day.
Senya hadn’t told her much about the people they were meeting. All Vaylin had been told was to not be afraid, to not stare and that they were friendly. The 10-year-old girl kept these things in mind, but her imagination was taking over all of her thought processes. Just what did there people look like? Sound like? Did that have hair or scales? What color would they be? She kept mulling over these questions because dwelling on the other ones that plagued her were too frightful. Was this world dangerous? Why did they have to fly out so far? Why did her father seem disappointed in her leaving? What if something happened to them out here?
All of her thoughts came to a stop when their ship came out of hyperspace. The planet came into view and she soon felt her mother’s gloved hand on her shoulder.
“Come, Vaylin. We need to board the shuttle.”
With a small nod, Vaylin turned from the window and followed Senya to the shuttle. “What is this place, Mother?”
“This place will be your home away from home. You will be playing a very important part for Zakuul, for your people here.”
After the shuttle landed, Vaylin rose and smoothed down the ends of her white tunic and leaned down to pull up the tops of her leather boots back over her knees. She wanted to make sure she made a good impression on these people and she was also terrified of letting her mother down. Although Senya had said little during the trip, she had a feeling she was here because she had been a disappointment to her. She could feel a strange unease and sorrow from her mother- she was always good at sensing the emotions of others, but not the reasons for them.
