Written over 23 posts/toots for my friend B – beginning here.
The girl, who had been named Malina Serafina Anastazja Dominika Naveed Jeleń nic Cecília O Alexandre (for several reasons beginning with but not limited to the little bubbling noises she made as an infant, several grandmothers, a grandfather, two prophecies, & three bequests with very specific qualifiers), who was called Princess or Your Highness by most people and ‘Lina only by her mother and her nurse, was lost.
She hadn’t intended to be lost. She’d intended only to wander off a little ways, since the party was so loud and the people were so… people.
Malina liked people fine, in small doses, but when it was a Royal Party, a birthday party for her sister, it just went on & on & on, and the people just went on & on & on as well. So, eventually, when enough people had shaken her hand & patted her shoulder & asked for her blessing, Malina wandered away from the crowd.
Lady Rosário threw a great party – this one was at her desert estate on the border – & was a friend of the crown – Continue reading