Post by fossature on Nov 27, 2015 21:09:01 GMT -6
Ciel took a deep breath.
The pony had been firmly told to wait outside the palace doors by the guards- one rather sour-looking, he recalled- and had sat outside on the cold earth awaiting the Queen's response for more minutes than he could count on his hooves. I be' they're takin' their time 'cause they're mockin' my height, he grumbled inwardly as he awkwardly shuffled closer to the door, resting his ear on the pristine material. It'll be ages before they reach the bloody Queen! After a quick glance to each side, his attempts to eavesdrop on whatever conversation was held behind the door was commenced- and was a failure. No matter how hard he concentrated, no sounds were heard over the bustle of the great Nariah. Suddenly, the door flung open, nearly giving Ciel a heart attack as he fell and lay sprawled on the ground. Choosing the option of a quick recovery, he hastily collected himself, and turned to face the aforementioned guard with his pelt still glowing.
"The Queen has accepted an audience with you," the guard spoke, his comrade wrapping around to flank Ciel, "Follow me- and be careful not to disturb the peace."
"It's abou' bloody time," he whispered beneath his breath, just loud enough for the flanking guard to hear. This earned him a disapproving frown and a small push- not the guilt trip he was hoping for, nor a chuckle or anything of that sort.
After walking through some tidy corridors and hallways in silence, the guards suddenly skidded to an abrupt halt. "Wait here," came the guard's echoing voice, "the Queen will open the door when she's ready."
Then, before Ciel could retaliate, the guards disappeared into the room to alert the Queen, leaving the stallion on his own the decide whether or not this was a good idea and mutter a small prayer to Argus.
The pony had been firmly told to wait outside the palace doors by the guards- one rather sour-looking, he recalled- and had sat outside on the cold earth awaiting the Queen's response for more minutes than he could count on his hooves. I be' they're takin' their time 'cause they're mockin' my height, he grumbled inwardly as he awkwardly shuffled closer to the door, resting his ear on the pristine material. It'll be ages before they reach the bloody Queen! After a quick glance to each side, his attempts to eavesdrop on whatever conversation was held behind the door was commenced- and was a failure. No matter how hard he concentrated, no sounds were heard over the bustle of the great Nariah. Suddenly, the door flung open, nearly giving Ciel a heart attack as he fell and lay sprawled on the ground. Choosing the option of a quick recovery, he hastily collected himself, and turned to face the aforementioned guard with his pelt still glowing.
"The Queen has accepted an audience with you," the guard spoke, his comrade wrapping around to flank Ciel, "Follow me- and be careful not to disturb the peace."
"It's abou' bloody time," he whispered beneath his breath, just loud enough for the flanking guard to hear. This earned him a disapproving frown and a small push- not the guilt trip he was hoping for, nor a chuckle or anything of that sort.
After walking through some tidy corridors and hallways in silence, the guards suddenly skidded to an abrupt halt. "Wait here," came the guard's echoing voice, "the Queen will open the door when she's ready."
Then, before Ciel could retaliate, the guards disappeared into the room to alert the Queen, leaving the stallion on his own the decide whether or not this was a good idea and mutter a small prayer to Argus.
