A prince! (Asketel)

[Felicity Wood]

Felicity eaded into the stables, figuring that during her freetime, she would tend to brushing Lady Ravens black stallion, called Nightstar. A beautiful horse with a glorious coat. Felicity wished that she owned a horse of her own. How nice that would be.

"Hello there, Nightstar." Felicity smiled, gently stroking the horse. So beautiful. If Felicity had a horse, she would want a golden brown one. She would like to have one that was just hers, one that she could name herself and ride...She sometimes desired to be a noble lady for one day. Just one. Then she would know what it was like. The curiousity of a life so fine was killing her.

Felicity continued brushing the stallion when she heard footsteps. Perhaps Lady Raven was there or someone else who needed to attend to horses. She continued brushing now, wondering who she would meet.

[Prince Asketel Endellion]

Asketel had spent most of the morning exploring the beautiful castle of Camelot. The many steps had caused him to pull off his deep grey-blue cloak and drape it, folded, over one arm. The dawn had broken that morning with the young prince overlooking the fire-speckled scenery from one of the many tall, turreted towers which grew from Camelot's main buildings. He hadn't been given any indication that he was needed for that morning or anything similar, although he was staying close to the castle. There was enough to do which meant that boredom had never set in. If in doubt Asketel knew he could wander down in the direction of the library, which he was sure could keep him occupied.

Truth be told, the young prince was feeling a little home sick. Not that Camelot wasn't beautiful and hospitable, but this was further than he'd ever been from home and it was so very different. His own castle up in the Northern Black Mountains was smaller and positioned up in the scrub covered mountains which meant long treks up to the front gate and a few visitors. Right now there were just...so many people. Brushing a hand through his sandy hair, Asketel changed direction out of the main castle and jogged down the steps towards the stables. Deystria, his own chestnut charger, was living it up in luxury in one of the huge loose boxes. A few other horses were shifting in their straw, heads down in rest or in food troughs.

"Deystria." He greeted softly, letting himself into the loose box as the huge burnished red stallion turned his head followed by his body to extend his muzzle towards his master. Stroking the handsome stallions beneath his forelock, Asketel glanced into the boxes on either side, taking in the handsome, well fed animals. The pure ebony horse beside Deystria's chestnut form had caught his eye before. "A beautiful horse you have there." He said amiably, stepping closer to the wooden join between stables, Deystria's proud head raising to look calmly at the other stallion.

[Felicity Wood]

Felicity did not reconize the man. Perhaps he was a new servant. She gave him a smile and continued brushing Nightstars coat softly. She was half tempted to claim that he was her horse, but was not big on lying and knew that since he was a new servant, he'd find out eventually and how humiliating that would be if she were caught in a fib!

"Thank you. Nightstar isn't mine, though." Felcity told him, "She belongs to Lady Raven Silvester."

Felicity observed the horse he was brushing. Lovely, it was. She loved the shiney warm color of it's coat. He was as beautiful as Lady Ravens stallion. She wondered who this horse belonged to. She'd never noticed it here before.

"So, are you new here?" Felicity questioned. She was very pleased to see that she might have a friend at her status, a mere servant. Wouldn't that be nice? Not that she didn't enjoy talking to the nobles, but it was always pleasant to meet new people that she could actually relate to.