Naomi gulps as she floats over to Icicene, who's eyeing them causiously.
"Speak!" Icicene orders, taking Naomi and Alonsa both by surprise.
"Ok, ok, calm down." Naomi says, behind Alonsa now for some reason.
"Well, who are you?" Icicene asks again.
"Princess Icicene," Alonsa starts, her appearance startling Icicene.
"Asia, is that you?" Icicene asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, it is." she answers.
"B-But that is impossible, you just left the room!?-" Icicene starts.
"I know, in this time, I have left, but I'm from a different time, dear Princess." Alonsa explains.
Naomi lifts an eyebrow at Alonsa politeness.
...Why doesn't she treat me like this?...
"And who is the figure behind you with the voice that echoed mine?" Icicene asks, pointing as Naomi.
Naomi sighs and walks around Alonsa, Icicene entering the state of shock when she sees her face, a little like Calankaiana's was.
"Hey there, Icicene." Naomi says, smiling.
Icicene just gapes at her.
"W-Why-How do you look like me?!" Icicene asks.
Naomi sighs and puts her hand on Icicene head, causing Icicene to freeze in place.
"Icicene, I'm you, in another time" Naomi explains.
Icicene's eyes widen in shock.
"You...are me?" Icicene asks.
Naomi nods.
Icicene looks away for a moment, then sighs.
"For some reason that is still beyond me, I believe you." Icicene says as she looks up at Naomi, "But tell me one thing, why are you here?"
Naomi and Alonsa look at each other, before Naomi sighs.
"Icicene, we're here to see what Naomi used to be like in her past life as you." Alonsa answers, lying to an extent.
Icicene buys it.
"Well, alright. But tell me one thing. Why is it that I am the only that can see you?" Icicene asks.
"It's becuase since you and Naomi are the same person, you pretty much share a thread of the same soul." Alonsa explains.
Both Naomi and Icicene looks at her like a she's a fool, causing Alonsa to grin.
"Well, you two certainly are the same person, judging from that look." Alonsa says.
Icicene and Naomi look at each other, and smile, finding an unspoken trust in one another.
"Princess Icicene? Are you still in there?" Asia calls from the other side of the door.
"Y-Yes, be right out." Icicene calls before turning back to face Naomi and Alonsa, "Asia and the others cannot see you two, correct?"
"That's right." Naomi answers.
"Alright, just follow me then, we can speak later in the olive orchards." Icicene insturcts, before turning and walking towards the doors.
"Alright." both Naomi and Alonsa answer, floating close behind.
Icicene opens the door to see Asia smiling down at her, before taking her wrist.
"Come along, my Lady, you need to be fitted for your gown." Asia says as they turn down into another hallway off the one they had traveled through before.
Within minutes, they find themselves in another large room, fabric shrewn left and right in the most beautiful ways, sunlight trying to shine through the fibers. In the middle of the room sits a mirror and a short podium, probably for Icicene to stand on. Naomi soon finds herself correct as Icicne steps onto it, soon met by a plump older lady, probably in her 40s, maybe early 50s. The pair talk for a few minutes before the lady, who Icicene calls Myla, disappears into a side room behind the mirror, soon returning with a dress made of the most elegant of silk, dyed to be a light green. Icicene blues eyes shine brighter as she spots the dress, happy with it in all ways.
"Oh Myla, this dress is gorgeous!" Icicene compliments, causing Myla to grin.
"Why, thank you, my dear." Myla answers, grinning as she helps Icicene onto the podium, "Now, allow me to fit this on you."
Icicene nods as Myla helps her get her dress off, and put the new party gown. Within minutes, Naomi finds herself gawking once againat Icicene's dress, watching as she spins gracfully in the finr silk. Of course, the dress has turned out wonderfully, the accents of gold, silver, and many different colored gems running down the front and the bottom of the skirts. Icicene laughs as the draped fabric dances around her feet as she spins. The top is the same as her other dress, though the draping is slightly different. Though, instead ofthe gold waist band of her other dress, she wears that of a deep green ribbon, stiched with multigemed accents through the middle of the band. She giggles and spins once again, happy as can be. Myla laughs, loving Icicene's young enthusiasm.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you are like that of a newborn bird, flapping your wings beautifully as if about to take flight!" Myla laughs, causing Icicene to glow in the happiest ways, "Alright, my dear, it's time you take it off until the ball tonight. I shall send it to your chamber in a while."
"Oh, please Myla, allow me to where it to my rooms, I'll do all in my power to make sure no one sees me go." Icicene pleads, not wanting to take off her dress.
Myla thinks for a moment, before she sighs and grins.
"Oh, alright, but be sure to take your other skirts with you, I don't your siblings coming in here and stealing your ideals." Myla finally answers, handing Icicene her other dress.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, yes of course, thank you Myla." Icicene says as she jumps off the podium and walks to the door, giggling as she walks.
Soon, they return back to Icicene's room, and find themselves talking about Icicene and her life.
Apparently, she had been born in a summer palace off the water, now known as the mederteranian sea. She's really close to her young brother, and has been since she was born. Icicene has never been educated in mathmatics, but she is a great follower of literature and is one the best archers in Greece. And, even though she is a Princess, she admits that has never been outside the orchards of the village below, and when she does go out, she's in a carriage hiding her from the world, and she's not let outside the borders of the palaces she does visit.
It's now, as she listens to Icicene, Naomi discovers that Icicene is a very sheltered girl, not from love like Calankaiana, but from the outside world.
She turns to looks over at Alonsa.
"Well, you sure did give her love, Alonsa," Naomi starts, grabbing Alonsa's attention, "But, when you said you would give her love, I didn't think that you would not let her step outside."
Alonsa sighs.
"It was not me that didn't allow her to go out, it was her Mother." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen.
"Really?" she asks.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, for some reason, Mother believes that I'll be attacked if I walk out of the boundaries of the Palace." Icicene explains.
Calankaiana suddenly pops into Naomi's mind, causes her to shrink a little.
Suddenly, Icicene stands and walks over to the to her wardrobe, pulling her skirts off over her head, leaving her only in her last two skirts. Quickly, she looks in her wardrope, and pulls out a green shaded dress, which seems to have grass stains running down the skirt.
"Icicene, what are you doing?" Naomi asks as Icicene pulls it over her head.
"Escaping." Icicene answers, grabbing a bare, rope cord hidden in the wardrope.
"Escaping?! What do you mean?" Alonsa asks, surprised by Icicene's answer.
"I'm going outside the orchards." Icicene answers as she ties the rope around her waist, causing the dress beautifully on her body.
Soon, they find themselves hiding from guards passing by, hoping not to be seen. But, while he passes, Icicene, steals his bow, and somehow works out 14 of his arrows, only leaving six behind. Still in shock that she was able to do that, Naomi and Alonsa watch as she works her way through some cracks in the palace walls, hidden by a large stone that Icicene must of placed herself. Within seconds, the trio are in a busy square, full of commoners and other children. Icicene grins as she runs past the people towards a large temple up a hill at the edge of the bustling city.
When they finally make it, Icicene calms and walks into the large building, pasting people who have no idea they're passing their Princess.
Naomi looks around in ah of their surroundings, wishing that she had more time to look around. Soon, she turns and looks around, and gasps.
Tharin..
"Speak!" Icicene orders, taking Naomi and Alonsa both by surprise.
"Ok, ok, calm down." Naomi says, behind Alonsa now for some reason.
"Well, who are you?" Icicene asks again.
"Princess Icicene," Alonsa starts, her appearance startling Icicene.
"Asia, is that you?" Icicene asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, it is." she answers.
"B-But that is impossible, you just left the room!?-" Icicene starts.
"I know, in this time, I have left, but I'm from a different time, dear Princess." Alonsa explains.
Naomi lifts an eyebrow at Alonsa politeness.
...Why doesn't she treat me like this?...
"And who is the figure behind you with the voice that echoed mine?" Icicene asks, pointing as Naomi.
Naomi sighs and walks around Alonsa, Icicene entering the state of shock when she sees her face, a little like Calankaiana's was.
"Hey there, Icicene." Naomi says, smiling.
Icicene just gapes at her.
"W-Why-How do you look like me?!" Icicene asks.
Naomi sighs and puts her hand on Icicene head, causing Icicene to freeze in place.
"Icicene, I'm you, in another time" Naomi explains.
Icicene's eyes widen in shock.
"You...are me?" Icicene asks.
Naomi nods.
Icicene looks away for a moment, then sighs.
"For some reason that is still beyond me, I believe you." Icicene says as she looks up at Naomi, "But tell me one thing, why are you here?"
Naomi and Alonsa look at each other, before Naomi sighs.
"Icicene, we're here to see what Naomi used to be like in her past life as you." Alonsa answers, lying to an extent.
Icicene buys it.
"Well, alright. But tell me one thing. Why is it that I am the only that can see you?" Icicene asks.
"It's becuase since you and Naomi are the same person, you pretty much share a thread of the same soul." Alonsa explains.
Both Naomi and Icicene looks at her like a she's a fool, causing Alonsa to grin.
"Well, you two certainly are the same person, judging from that look." Alonsa says.
Icicene and Naomi look at each other, and smile, finding an unspoken trust in one another.
"Princess Icicene? Are you still in there?" Asia calls from the other side of the door.
"Y-Yes, be right out." Icicene calls before turning back to face Naomi and Alonsa, "Asia and the others cannot see you two, correct?"
"That's right." Naomi answers.
"Alright, just follow me then, we can speak later in the olive orchards." Icicene insturcts, before turning and walking towards the doors.
"Alright." both Naomi and Alonsa answer, floating close behind.
Icicene opens the door to see Asia smiling down at her, before taking her wrist.
"Come along, my Lady, you need to be fitted for your gown." Asia says as they turn down into another hallway off the one they had traveled through before.
Within minutes, they find themselves in another large room, fabric shrewn left and right in the most beautiful ways, sunlight trying to shine through the fibers. In the middle of the room sits a mirror and a short podium, probably for Icicene to stand on. Naomi soon finds herself correct as Icicne steps onto it, soon met by a plump older lady, probably in her 40s, maybe early 50s. The pair talk for a few minutes before the lady, who Icicene calls Myla, disappears into a side room behind the mirror, soon returning with a dress made of the most elegant of silk, dyed to be a light green. Icicene blues eyes shine brighter as she spots the dress, happy with it in all ways.
"Oh Myla, this dress is gorgeous!" Icicene compliments, causing Myla to grin.
"Why, thank you, my dear." Myla answers, grinning as she helps Icicene onto the podium, "Now, allow me to fit this on you."
Icicene nods as Myla helps her get her dress off, and put the new party gown. Within minutes, Naomi finds herself gawking once againat Icicene's dress, watching as she spins gracfully in the finr silk. Of course, the dress has turned out wonderfully, the accents of gold, silver, and many different colored gems running down the front and the bottom of the skirts. Icicene laughs as the draped fabric dances around her feet as she spins. The top is the same as her other dress, though the draping is slightly different. Though, instead ofthe gold waist band of her other dress, she wears that of a deep green ribbon, stiched with multigemed accents through the middle of the band. She giggles and spins once again, happy as can be. Myla laughs, loving Icicene's young enthusiasm.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you are like that of a newborn bird, flapping your wings beautifully as if about to take flight!" Myla laughs, causing Icicene to glow in the happiest ways, "Alright, my dear, it's time you take it off until the ball tonight. I shall send it to your chamber in a while."
"Oh, please Myla, allow me to where it to my rooms, I'll do all in my power to make sure no one sees me go." Icicene pleads, not wanting to take off her dress.
Myla thinks for a moment, before she sighs and grins.
"Oh, alright, but be sure to take your other skirts with you, I don't your siblings coming in here and stealing your ideals." Myla finally answers, handing Icicene her other dress.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, yes of course, thank you Myla." Icicene says as she jumps off the podium and walks to the door, giggling as she walks.
Soon, they return back to Icicene's room, and find themselves talking about Icicene and her life.
Apparently, she had been born in a summer palace off the water, now known as the mederteranian sea. She's really close to her young brother, and has been since she was born. Icicene has never been educated in mathmatics, but she is a great follower of literature and is one the best archers in Greece. And, even though she is a Princess, she admits that has never been outside the orchards of the village below, and when she does go out, she's in a carriage hiding her from the world, and she's not let outside the borders of the palaces she does visit.
It's now, as she listens to Icicene, Naomi discovers that Icicene is a very sheltered girl, not from love like Calankaiana, but from the outside world.
She turns to looks over at Alonsa.
"Well, you sure did give her love, Alonsa," Naomi starts, grabbing Alonsa's attention, "But, when you said you would give her love, I didn't think that you would not let her step outside."
Alonsa sighs.
"It was not me that didn't allow her to go out, it was her Mother." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen.
"Really?" she asks.
Icicene nods.
"Yes, for some reason, Mother believes that I'll be attacked if I walk out of the boundaries of the Palace." Icicene explains.
Calankaiana suddenly pops into Naomi's mind, causes her to shrink a little.
Suddenly, Icicene stands and walks over to the to her wardrobe, pulling her skirts off over her head, leaving her only in her last two skirts. Quickly, she looks in her wardrope, and pulls out a green shaded dress, which seems to have grass stains running down the skirt.
"Icicene, what are you doing?" Naomi asks as Icicene pulls it over her head.
"Escaping." Icicene answers, grabbing a bare, rope cord hidden in the wardrope.
"Escaping?! What do you mean?" Alonsa asks, surprised by Icicene's answer.
"I'm going outside the orchards." Icicene answers as she ties the rope around her waist, causing the dress beautifully on her body.
Soon, they find themselves hiding from guards passing by, hoping not to be seen. But, while he passes, Icicene, steals his bow, and somehow works out 14 of his arrows, only leaving six behind. Still in shock that she was able to do that, Naomi and Alonsa watch as she works her way through some cracks in the palace walls, hidden by a large stone that Icicene must of placed herself. Within seconds, the trio are in a busy square, full of commoners and other children. Icicene grins as she runs past the people towards a large temple up a hill at the edge of the bustling city.
When they finally make it, Icicene calms and walks into the large building, pasting people who have no idea they're passing their Princess.
Naomi looks around in ah of their surroundings, wishing that she had more time to look around. Soon, she turns and looks around, and gasps.
Tharin..
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