Post by Misha on Apr 15, 2013 15:26:19 GMT -6
((Uh, anyone is open to like, add to a monarchy or anyone or whatever.))
While in intense concentration, the captain's face tended to scrunch up. It made the wrinkles on her brow obvious and intensified the lines wearing away at her face; all of these problems disappeared when she was done with her task. She sat up from the paperwork on her desk and her youth returned.
"You're kidding me," she asked her page. He lifted his hands in a hands-off gesture, which did nothing but tick off another mark toward anger. "I'm not wasting my time going to small villages. They have nothing to offer us."
The page carefully protested. "But Captain Taepalae, the King says it would be good to gather some new, young faces for the guard. You would be recruiting new soldiers."
Her scarlet eyes landed sharp on the young man standing by the door. "And how does he plan to feed these new men? He can barely care for the ones I have now, while he and his family stuff their faces at any given moment." Taepalae paused for a minute and inhaled; the next words came out calm.
"You tell him we are not in war at this moment, I need for nothing more. If he plans on changing that any time soon, I would like to know, and will plan accordingly. You may leave." She also stood to go, removing her heavy chestpiece and donning a cloak over her tunic. Her elven ears twitched in frustration.
With nothing left to say without risking the fury of the hot-headed woman, the messenger left to do his job.
Taepalae had a small pit-stop to make before returning to her home; to the market and other things, to gather food for the evening. Her face was pink with frustration as she searched for nice venison, though much too angry to eat.
With her dark hair pulled back tight into a bun at the base of her neck, her fierce, natural features stood in stark contrast with the rest of the human crowd. The King had come under much scrutiny for hiring one of the fair race to run his Royal Knights, but she hadn't let them down yet.
Though Taepalae often wondered why she insisted on keeping her position, if it brought nothing but headache.
While in intense concentration, the captain's face tended to scrunch up. It made the wrinkles on her brow obvious and intensified the lines wearing away at her face; all of these problems disappeared when she was done with her task. She sat up from the paperwork on her desk and her youth returned.
"You're kidding me," she asked her page. He lifted his hands in a hands-off gesture, which did nothing but tick off another mark toward anger. "I'm not wasting my time going to small villages. They have nothing to offer us."
The page carefully protested. "But Captain Taepalae, the King says it would be good to gather some new, young faces for the guard. You would be recruiting new soldiers."
Her scarlet eyes landed sharp on the young man standing by the door. "And how does he plan to feed these new men? He can barely care for the ones I have now, while he and his family stuff their faces at any given moment." Taepalae paused for a minute and inhaled; the next words came out calm.
"You tell him we are not in war at this moment, I need for nothing more. If he plans on changing that any time soon, I would like to know, and will plan accordingly. You may leave." She also stood to go, removing her heavy chestpiece and donning a cloak over her tunic. Her elven ears twitched in frustration.
With nothing left to say without risking the fury of the hot-headed woman, the messenger left to do his job.
Taepalae had a small pit-stop to make before returning to her home; to the market and other things, to gather food for the evening. Her face was pink with frustration as she searched for nice venison, though much too angry to eat.
With her dark hair pulled back tight into a bun at the base of her neck, her fierce, natural features stood in stark contrast with the rest of the human crowd. The King had come under much scrutiny for hiring one of the fair race to run his Royal Knights, but she hadn't let them down yet.
Though Taepalae often wondered why she insisted on keeping her position, if it brought nothing but headache.