Etoille
The Princess was led into a shelter that could hardly be called a shelter at all. She found herself grateful for Helena’s slower pace; it had been difficult to run in her shoes and dress. Her grip tightened and loosened as she stared at the ceiling, it had holes. Did people really live here? She could not imagine so.
A being she considered precious approached Etoille, a child, and he asked her why her dress was not scuffed, she smiled warmly at him and leaned down, gloved hands folding in her lap as she set down the violin case she carried. “Well, I suppose it is because nothing has happened that my dress should be scuffed, though I wish otherwise.” Her hair turned blonde now, her eyes a purple color. She felt warmth speaking to a precious child, but still sadness. The child noticed this and asked another question. “Wow miss, you sure are pretty. But you look so sad?”
“Oh, you are too sweet. Where are your parents?” She asked, concerned suddenly.
“I don’t have none.” He stated simply, “Yours?”
She stroked his cheek gently and smiled, the smile looked worse than if she were in tears. “As of moments ago, I no longer have a parent, I am not even sure my last brother is alive.”
“Oh.” He nodded and shrugged, “Yah that happens sometimes. It’s a good thing you have a blanket though, it gets cold here at night.”
Etoille pulled the strong of her cloak and swung it around the boy. “Now you have a blanket too, may it keep you warm.” She straightened up, noticing Helena gesturing to her, she looked on, her form and attire now in full view without a cloak to hide her. She picked up her violin case and walked over. “Greetings to you good sir, and lady.” She nodded in there direction, “Are you the Prince and Princess of this realm?” She asked politely, thinking Helena went to royalty to ask for aid.