Niitari
Seal Clapping Analyst
What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Sept 20, 2014 0:29:01 GMT
An enchanting room always filled with music, dancing, delightful feasts, and beautiful, multicolored fires burning in special braziers along the walls. Sometimes a large table is set with chairs on either side for formal, somber occasions. Otherwise, everyone reclines on silk and satin couches while they dine on delicacies and enjoy the entertainment. |
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Niitari
Seal Clapping Analyst
What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
Posts: 763
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Post by Niitari on Oct 15, 2014 21:36:33 GMT
The dining hall was currently empty as the cooks were still preparing for dinner, an almost always grand occasion, and so no on was there to greet the Queen herself, Adeonis Zeros, at the door when Narnia held it open for her Highness. The Satellite blinked warily in the dim hall and then turned to her master most formerly. “I shall scrounge up an attendant to serve you, master,” she said, knowing there were plenty of people in the kitchen to wait upon her Highness if ordered to. They were hardly any better than Satellites themselves, though Narnia knew without a shadow of a doubt that her own slave status was different than the cooks and maids and other servants. They could not order Narnia about as the Queen did, but they had just as much right to beat her or chastise her if they so pleased. Still, if she had orders from the Queen, they would have to listen, even if it came from her mouth.
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