ooc: I'm going to use the sample I presented at my character's introduction, if that's alright. For now, the setting is Lorelai's home kingdom, the morning before the ceremony. I figure they could potentially wander around the city before anything major happens. What do you think?

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Lorelai could barely hold still long enough for the maids to finish fitting her ceremonial garb. It was a mess of pearls and gold fish scales--the traditional outfit of Euphoriian royalty. Lorelai wanted none of it, but her mother had pleaded and her father had begged ("For the good of the country, Lore!") and both had threatened (at least twice each). The young female (barely 18 years of age) hardly knew what else she could do.

"Could we take a break, Felecia? My neck is straining to hold up all of this...finery." The maid closest to her smiled sympathetically and carefully removed the intricate headdress from the princess' delicate head. Her wavy red hair was then carefully pulled from its braid, and the army of attendants left the princess to glare at the offending jewelry and regalia that lay across the vanity in front of her.

Tears welled up suddenly in her eyes and with a suddenly thrash of her vibrant, red tail, the clothing was sent shooting across the room only to float safely down upon her bed.

Lorelai glared at the stuff a moment more before straightening up and floating toward the balcony of her bedroom. She peered down at the dwellings below where, already, decorations were being hung for the ceremony and subsequent festival to be held that evening. Everything looked so cheerful...The purple and silver of Euphor combined with the colors of a clan that one year ago had been her mortal enemy..

And what choice did she, Lorelai, have? None. It wasn't as if she was engaged to someone before her father came up with the idea that had so suddenly inspired peace (albeit, an uneasy peace), but...it was the principle of the thing. What if her soon-to-be husband was ugly? She wouldn't be surprised, of course..hadn't she grown up hearing stories of how grotesque and ugly and mean those...creatures were? How merciless? How inhumane and murderous? How..

Oh, the list went on. Lorelai found herself weeping bitterly upon her bed, her beta fish hovering about her in concern. She sniffled and brushed the little fish away gently. "'For the good of the country..'" she whispered, her teeth clamped and lips curled to reveal sparkling canines.