Post by Jasmine on Jul 21, 2020 20:26:26 GMT
(Closed to Genie . Placed here for lack of an Agrabah board, but also because the takes place slightly before all current threads.)
The halls of Agrabah’s palace were often tread by bare or carefully slippered feet. Far from the labyrinth of alleys and dusty marketplaces which the huge building watched over, steps were cool and light.
Not today.
Today, only three kinds of travel echoed in the hall, and they were anything but peaceful.
The first came from the many curl-toed feet of guards and servants, dashing to and fro. The search for the Sultan was starting to ebb. After three weeks, if he hadn’t been found in his home yet, he wasn’t going to be. But messengers were being sent, notes searched for, extra muscle posted to protect the Princess who remained.
The second type of travel was that of Jasmine herself. Her slippers swept the floor as surely as the long, trailing braid behind her. It was messily done. Not only was Aladdin not around to prepare herself for, but she was accepting no guests and had received very little sleep. Large, almond eyes were bagged and anxious. Heavy lay the sapphire crown, for more than one reason. She was pacing.
The third type of travel was the heavy tread of Rajah. The faithful tiger looked like a striped rug being snapped back and forth from clay windows to clear dust. He prowled after Jasmine, big white brows curled upward in distress. He felt for his mistress, but he couldn’t snarl away the worries that seemed to chase her from the throne room balcony to it’s double doors and back again.
Jasmine’s hibiscus lips scoffed, girlish, and she paused for a moment in her pacing. Despair, which she promised she wouldn’t show among her subjects, echoed in her voice. “Genie! Have there been any letters yet?”
The halls of Agrabah’s palace were often tread by bare or carefully slippered feet. Far from the labyrinth of alleys and dusty marketplaces which the huge building watched over, steps were cool and light.
Not today.
Today, only three kinds of travel echoed in the hall, and they were anything but peaceful.
The first came from the many curl-toed feet of guards and servants, dashing to and fro. The search for the Sultan was starting to ebb. After three weeks, if he hadn’t been found in his home yet, he wasn’t going to be. But messengers were being sent, notes searched for, extra muscle posted to protect the Princess who remained.
The second type of travel was that of Jasmine herself. Her slippers swept the floor as surely as the long, trailing braid behind her. It was messily done. Not only was Aladdin not around to prepare herself for, but she was accepting no guests and had received very little sleep. Large, almond eyes were bagged and anxious. Heavy lay the sapphire crown, for more than one reason. She was pacing.
The third type of travel was the heavy tread of Rajah. The faithful tiger looked like a striped rug being snapped back and forth from clay windows to clear dust. He prowled after Jasmine, big white brows curled upward in distress. He felt for his mistress, but he couldn’t snarl away the worries that seemed to chase her from the throne room balcony to it’s double doors and back again.
Jasmine’s hibiscus lips scoffed, girlish, and she paused for a moment in her pacing. Despair, which she promised she wouldn’t show among her subjects, echoed in her voice. “Genie! Have there been any letters yet?”