This grand ballroom of little real importance held an after taste of great beauty. Barely used by my father or mother, we never used it much after their passing. Now, in the moonlit brilliance, I see now why my ancestors used it. With it’s opened glass ceiling and multiple stained-glass windows, in the moonlight it was a real magnificent place. When fully lit by a wonderful moon, one could almost invite a god to grace the event to gaze on the prize.
Through a set of wondrous oak doors is the beginning of this breathtaking sight. Soft cello and violin music pours from this entry. Dark purple carpet and curtains deepen the night’s affects and the moon illumines them just right. A young steward would be set at the opening to the ballroom itself, to assist and announce the arriving guests. Above this archway opening are the words, “Illune d’Marocris.” Which translates into Common as “Light of the Moon rays.” We elves take great pride in all times of the day or night, summer or winter.
Upon entering the main ballroom, the tremendous light shines greatly without help of a candle or lamp. Before stepping onto delicate glass marble dance floor, one must walk down a flight of stairs named rightly as “Courting lane” for the statues portraying passed Kings and Queens in a teen courting stage. The carpeted steps are lined with crushed rose and forget-me-not pedals, giving a tantalizing smell.
Engaged on the floor are the great and honored guests of the lands. Loyal allies to the elven throne, of which Princess Kalyria sits. All sorts of race and kind flood the floor in dance and laughter. One would see Kings engaged in joke telling and Queens gossiping like they would’ve in younger years. It is the occasion doing so to them as candy to a child.
Making way to the other end of the room, here is where the beautiful Princess Kalyria sits. A single ray of moonlight shines above her with uses of mirrors, only to enhance her shocking features. She is smiling, glad her guests find this a happy occasion, yet her glassy eyes tell her sadness. She nods to the other guests who address her with a bow. Sometimes consulting her advisor, Senator Roule, a dwarves ambassador and long time family friend. His place is a standing point off to the princess’ right hand. To her left is her young brother, Prince Faolin. The prince is the princess’ war advisor as he declined the throne publicly to his sister in attempt to free her from a unwanted marriage. There are times throughout the night where Faolin would reassuringly pat his sisters arm to bring a smile back to her lips.
As the moonlight fades, Princess Kalyria stands and speaks to her guests. Her voice is one of a valiant fighter and wonderful, loved leader. These are her words as historians recorded:
My friends, as the dawn begins, I fear we must depart for rest. This day after, remember our grand feelings and talks we all had together. Go to sleep with no troubles as you are in the arms of the air, water, fire, and earth. My elven hands personally protect your slumber.
Be well and feel safe.
It was a grand night to remember as historians recorded it. I stand in the once and forever now haunting beauty of that very room, and know it shall never be forgotten. I am the last but not ever forgotten Princess of the “Illune d’Marocris”. The last of the Kalen line. Remember me.
Through a set of wondrous oak doors is the beginning of this breathtaking sight. Soft cello and violin music pours from this entry. Dark purple carpet and curtains deepen the night’s affects and the moon illumines them just right. A young steward would be set at the opening to the ballroom itself, to assist and announce the arriving guests. Above this archway opening are the words, “Illune d’Marocris.” Which translates into Common as “Light of the Moon rays.” We elves take great pride in all times of the day or night, summer or winter.
Upon entering the main ballroom, the tremendous light shines greatly without help of a candle or lamp. Before stepping onto delicate glass marble dance floor, one must walk down a flight of stairs named rightly as “Courting lane” for the statues portraying passed Kings and Queens in a teen courting stage. The carpeted steps are lined with crushed rose and forget-me-not pedals, giving a tantalizing smell.
Engaged on the floor are the great and honored guests of the lands. Loyal allies to the elven throne, of which Princess Kalyria sits. All sorts of race and kind flood the floor in dance and laughter. One would see Kings engaged in joke telling and Queens gossiping like they would’ve in younger years. It is the occasion doing so to them as candy to a child.
Making way to the other end of the room, here is where the beautiful Princess Kalyria sits. A single ray of moonlight shines above her with uses of mirrors, only to enhance her shocking features. She is smiling, glad her guests find this a happy occasion, yet her glassy eyes tell her sadness. She nods to the other guests who address her with a bow. Sometimes consulting her advisor, Senator Roule, a dwarves ambassador and long time family friend. His place is a standing point off to the princess’ right hand. To her left is her young brother, Prince Faolin. The prince is the princess’ war advisor as he declined the throne publicly to his sister in attempt to free her from a unwanted marriage. There are times throughout the night where Faolin would reassuringly pat his sisters arm to bring a smile back to her lips.
As the moonlight fades, Princess Kalyria stands and speaks to her guests. Her voice is one of a valiant fighter and wonderful, loved leader. These are her words as historians recorded:
My friends, as the dawn begins, I fear we must depart for rest. This day after, remember our grand feelings and talks we all had together. Go to sleep with no troubles as you are in the arms of the air, water, fire, and earth. My elven hands personally protect your slumber.
Be well and feel safe.
It was a grand night to remember as historians recorded it. I stand in the once and forever now haunting beauty of that very room, and know it shall never be forgotten. I am the last but not ever forgotten Princess of the “Illune d’Marocris”. The last of the Kalen line. Remember me.