Flower? (Including, but not restricted to Atem)

[Kisara]

Kisara, the blue haired princess of Egypt, walked out of a large door. This door, that was painted with traditional markings and rather heavy, lead out to a gorgeous garden. It was big and smelled so strongly and heavily of the most beautiful flowers anyone has ever seen.

From colors of bright pinks and yellows, to deep purples and blacks, these flowers represented every emotion that Kisara has ever felt. The beauty of these flowers made her so happy and she sometimes believed that they were put there just for her.

Blue eyes sparkled and a smile was shown as the sun hit her. The blue hair that she kept very long was shining brightly in the midday sun and her slightly bronzed skin captured and reflected the strong rays.

She left the entrance way and walked over to her favorite part, the small pool and fountain. It held the most exotic of fish and lotus and water lilies gracefully floated. The flowers looked almost as though they were dancing and enticing her to join them.

A small butterfly flew by, it's colors were light reds and oranges. She wished that she was able to fly once more, so she could keep up with that butterfly and maybe interact with it. She missed being able to fly, like her brothers still could. Earth bound and without her former body made her some what depressed.

She was very used to playing with her brothers and being that small little dragon that felt more right than this woman's body. Unable to change this, Kisara felt as though she should leave the rest of life up to fate. It obviously wanted her to be too sick to keep a dragon form; what could she do about it, really?

Sitting on the edge of the pool, her eyes went back to the dancing flowers in the water. They looked so delicate, that she was almost afraid to touch them, she figured that they would probably fall apart and wilt from the oils of her skin.

Wishing she wasn't so alone, she let out a small sigh. Everyone seemed too busy for her. Daddy was busy with all of his duties, Jono had to watch... something, and everyone else was working or watching after things. Kisara had nothing like that, she was the princess and only had lessons every so often. Were all other princesses like this, or was she the only one?

[Atem]

A sigh flew from the young king's lips as he pulled himself from the throne room, shutting the door in a graceful swing which seemed quite a chore as the door was large and very heavy. He touched his finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and shook his head as he played his beloveds frightened features in his mind as that spellcaster from weeks prior took his life. Atem could not let it go.


He looked up and began to walk the corridor, his legs taking long strides as he hels his head up high that cape sway majestically behind his form. Dipping his tri coloured spiked head to those he passed, a stern expressions gracing his chiseled features.


The gardens.. Atem muttered as he walked on, nodding silently to himself as he remembered the calming effects the garden had on his. His blissful escape. Pharaoh hummed quietly to himself as he rounded column after calumn and corner after corner before reaching the open space nestled within the palace walls.


He drew in the sweet scent of the roses and exotic flowers that painted the lush green canvas. This was much a rarity these days as darkness had become to take its toll amongst the lands of his kingdom.


Spikey haired king began to roam gardens before something caught his eye. Kisara. He smiled to himself as he crept up behind her form as she let her eyes dance acrosst the water of the small pond that lay there. A tanned hsnd graced the delicate shoulder of his lovely daughter but quickly drew back as he took a step back to sit upon the bench behind her.


I thought you hated being alone, Kisara. His voice boomed through the gardens, his gaze fixed upon her soft azure locks. How could something so beautiful come from something so horrid..? Atem thought as he recalled that awful night of misunderstanding which led to a huge mistake.


Are you still mad about earlier? Pharaoh sighed as he thought of their little tiff from earlier, crossing his right ankle with his left knee as he usually did as he awaited a response.

[Kisara]

Blue eyes wandered, the princess wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, but used this escape to try and sort out all the tings that were worrying her filled mind.

A squeak was heard as he princess felt a hand upon her shoulder. Her eyes widened, but as quickly as she felt the hand touch her, it left. A sigh was heard after the owner of the hand spoke. She heard him sit down behind her.

To her relief, it wasn't someone who was trying to kidnap her or anything. She was always so afraid of that. The priest would tell her what the men that would kidnap her would do to her, so she didn't trust anyone outside of the palace.

It was her father, the pharaoh, Atem. After she realized it was him, she wondered what he was doing here and not in his ((thrown, throan = inside joke)) throne room. She had always wondered exactly what he did all day, to her it looked like he just sat there and looked like the pharaoh, but she was sure it was a lot harder than that.

"I thought you hated being alone, Kisara." She smiled, but before she could answer, he continued.

"Are-you-still-mad-about-earlier?" Kisara turned around to face him and gave him a sincere smile.

He was sitting in his royal was and she giggled at the propriety of it. She slouched, even though when the priests saw her, they would automatically reprimand her. She sat up to match him, though; to be respectful. The flowers and exotic plants around them made both of their features stand out.

Atem's hair even looked like some of the flowers. In fact, the first thing she ever said when she saw him was, flower?

""I don't like to be alone, but I thought everyone else was busy. And no, father, I am not mad about earlier anymore. And, honestly, I do not even remember what we fought about."

She smiled once more when she finished speaking. This upright and princess-ly position was starting to hurt her back. Thinking that the support of the bench would make her back hurt less, she decided to stand up and walk over to the bench behind the pond.

She sat down next to him, but at a respectable distance. She was unsure how comfortable he would be with her sitting right next to him.

[Atem]

The Pharaoh groaned as he shifted in his seat, closing his eyes momentarily as the leg that once rested on his knee came down softly to the ground below. Reopening his eyes once again, he looked to the princess with a sort of fondness as he watched her sit upright from her slouching position. 'How.. cute.' Atem thought before catching his stern expression slipping which he quickly regained.


"I don't like to be alone, but I thought everyone else was busy. And no, father, I am not mad about earlier anymore. And, honestly, I do not even remember what we fought about." Her voice carried sweetly and caused him to chuckle lightly as he had forgotten what they had fought about as well.


Clearing his throat, Atem looked to her as she rose from her seat by the water and moved to sit on the bench. He nodded to her as she took her place at the end of the bench; they were still a bit awkward around one another.


Atem looked from her to the waters, sighing, "I am glad you are no longer angry. And I apologize for you being alone all of the time." Atem stared at the waters, thinking of what more to say. "Er.." He began, looking to her with a nervous laugh.