Apollo Wilde
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The palace was a magnificent thing; full of ornately carved cream pillars, sand-colored marble floors, mosaics that depicted the richness of the sea. It sat atop a jet cliff that dipped its feet into white sand, and beyond that, turquoise waves that deepened into sapphire the further one looked out on the horizon.
This was the palace of King Sol and his wife, the Queen Sufi. They had ruled many years, and were known throughout the realm for the kindness of their spirits and the generosity of their nature. Hardly anyone went hungry in the sea side kingdom of Pos. Though it was an unfortunate fact of nature that there would always be the poor and downtrodden, somehow their fates were made easier in this little slip of a kingdom. But, truly, the pride and joy of the King and Queen was their daughter, the Princess Nausicaä. She had grown into quite the young woman of distention; learned, well-spoken, and charming to all of those who knew her. She had a spirit like a dolphin - fun loving, freedom loving, and compassionate. There were some that thought of the princess as being perhaps a little tomboyish, but the general assumption was that marriage would settle her down.
Whenever that was going to happen.
It was true; the good king and queen were beside themselves - their daughter would not marry. She preferred to study, or to spend all of her free time running through the surf, collecting shells, or generally sneaking out of the palace to mingle among the people. It was not hard to spot the Princess among them; with deep maple skin, large brown eyes with jet lashes, and her dark brown hair sun-bleached to warm copper, she stood out among the people.
And on this bright and sunny summer day, she’d snuck out of the palace again, escaping an eternal music lesson. A golden lyre was tucked under her dark arm as she made her way through the high sea grass that grew wild on the eastern side of the palace. She was going to one of her favorite spots; many times she’d watched the sun rise over the water, dappling its surface with pink and purple sparkles. Just past the waist high sea grass, she would be headed downhill. The way was nearly grown over; only her constant trek through it kept the grass flattened in a path for her. At the foot of the hill, the beach curved out among the rocks, with small tide pools that collected vibrant sea anemones and the start of bright coral reefs.
Sighing in relief as she made it to the edge of the grass, she leaned down, taking off one sandal and then another, running down to the nearest tide pool bare foot. She wore a sheer cream chiton, held at the shoulders with gold dolphin pins. On her bare arms, she wore heavy gold bangle bracelets that sounded musically as she moved. Though the fabric of her chiton was layered, it was sheer enough that her curves showed through. They were carefully carved and whittled by the morning (and, well, any time) swims that she indulged in. Thin gold necklaces hung about her neck, and her dark hair was pulled back into a thick bun. Going to the edge of the pool, still clumsily holding her lyre, the water licked at her feet, plastering her gown to her calves. Leaning over, the spray dampened the fabric against her chest, bringing out the points of her nipples and hinting at the dark areolas of her breasts.
Finally sitting down, she hoisted the lyre on her lap, and gave it a careful strum. Her shoulders and arms shone now, damp as she was from the spray. Picking a note, she cleared her throat and strummed the lyre again, before starting to sing. It was a silly practice, she knew, and her face burned from embarrassment. But her best friend, the Lady Circe, said that if she sang near a tide pool, she might have a visitation. And if she had one of those, well, then she could have anything that her heart wished for!
“O, come to me,
The Princess Nausicaä asks a favor of the Deep
My father is a king, my mother a queen
and I have nothing of my own to offer
Save my flesh and my heart -
O, come to me,
Sleepers of the Sea
Find in my warm flesh what you lack
And in my eyes what you may prize -
O-”
She cut herself off, shaking her head. “That Circe! I bet she told me that silly tale just to see if I would do it. And like a ninny, here I am!” She carelessly tossed the lyre back onto the sand, and hiked up her wet dress to her knees. She dipped her feet lower into the pool, and sighed. “If there were really such things as Sleepers of the Sea, they would’ve left here ages ago. There’s too many boats here.”
Leaning forward again, she idly drew a circle on the water’s surface. “No one’s seen one since my grandparent’s time, and that was ages ago, as we’re long-lived peoples. But still….” a sigh left her, “It would have been nice to have seen one…”
This was the palace of King Sol and his wife, the Queen Sufi. They had ruled many years, and were known throughout the realm for the kindness of their spirits and the generosity of their nature. Hardly anyone went hungry in the sea side kingdom of Pos. Though it was an unfortunate fact of nature that there would always be the poor and downtrodden, somehow their fates were made easier in this little slip of a kingdom. But, truly, the pride and joy of the King and Queen was their daughter, the Princess Nausicaä. She had grown into quite the young woman of distention; learned, well-spoken, and charming to all of those who knew her. She had a spirit like a dolphin - fun loving, freedom loving, and compassionate. There were some that thought of the princess as being perhaps a little tomboyish, but the general assumption was that marriage would settle her down.
Whenever that was going to happen.
It was true; the good king and queen were beside themselves - their daughter would not marry. She preferred to study, or to spend all of her free time running through the surf, collecting shells, or generally sneaking out of the palace to mingle among the people. It was not hard to spot the Princess among them; with deep maple skin, large brown eyes with jet lashes, and her dark brown hair sun-bleached to warm copper, she stood out among the people.
And on this bright and sunny summer day, she’d snuck out of the palace again, escaping an eternal music lesson. A golden lyre was tucked under her dark arm as she made her way through the high sea grass that grew wild on the eastern side of the palace. She was going to one of her favorite spots; many times she’d watched the sun rise over the water, dappling its surface with pink and purple sparkles. Just past the waist high sea grass, she would be headed downhill. The way was nearly grown over; only her constant trek through it kept the grass flattened in a path for her. At the foot of the hill, the beach curved out among the rocks, with small tide pools that collected vibrant sea anemones and the start of bright coral reefs.
Sighing in relief as she made it to the edge of the grass, she leaned down, taking off one sandal and then another, running down to the nearest tide pool bare foot. She wore a sheer cream chiton, held at the shoulders with gold dolphin pins. On her bare arms, she wore heavy gold bangle bracelets that sounded musically as she moved. Though the fabric of her chiton was layered, it was sheer enough that her curves showed through. They were carefully carved and whittled by the morning (and, well, any time) swims that she indulged in. Thin gold necklaces hung about her neck, and her dark hair was pulled back into a thick bun. Going to the edge of the pool, still clumsily holding her lyre, the water licked at her feet, plastering her gown to her calves. Leaning over, the spray dampened the fabric against her chest, bringing out the points of her nipples and hinting at the dark areolas of her breasts.
Finally sitting down, she hoisted the lyre on her lap, and gave it a careful strum. Her shoulders and arms shone now, damp as she was from the spray. Picking a note, she cleared her throat and strummed the lyre again, before starting to sing. It was a silly practice, she knew, and her face burned from embarrassment. But her best friend, the Lady Circe, said that if she sang near a tide pool, she might have a visitation. And if she had one of those, well, then she could have anything that her heart wished for!
“O, come to me,
The Princess Nausicaä asks a favor of the Deep
My father is a king, my mother a queen
and I have nothing of my own to offer
Save my flesh and my heart -
O, come to me,
Sleepers of the Sea
Find in my warm flesh what you lack
And in my eyes what you may prize -
O-”
She cut herself off, shaking her head. “That Circe! I bet she told me that silly tale just to see if I would do it. And like a ninny, here I am!” She carelessly tossed the lyre back onto the sand, and hiked up her wet dress to her knees. She dipped her feet lower into the pool, and sighed. “If there were really such things as Sleepers of the Sea, they would’ve left here ages ago. There’s too many boats here.”
Leaning forward again, she idly drew a circle on the water’s surface. “No one’s seen one since my grandparent’s time, and that was ages ago, as we’re long-lived peoples. But still….” a sigh left her, “It would have been nice to have seen one…”