[OOM] Eiattu

[fighting_mad]

When the X-wing sets down in Eiattu's capital's spaceport this time, it's alone. There's no fanfare; just the lone snubfighter tearing into the atmosphere, slowing at the last moment and settling down softly on repulsorlifts and landing gear. The seal on the canopy pops and the canopy itself lifts, and the pilot takes a deep breath and starts running an efficient post-flight checklist.

It's not long after that there's a princess stepping down from the fighter, onto the ferrocrete. The changes are subtle; the snubfighter has more kill markings, more dings and scraped paint. The princess has longer hair that she's running a hand through, a walk that might just be a touch more graceful. Of course, she's wearing the traditional orange flightsuit and combat boots and carrying a duffle bag over her shoulder, so there's not too much grace.

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[fighting_mad]

She notices the watching. Eventually. When she sits up and holds up her hands for her gloves.

"What?"

[eiattu_pride]

He tosses the gloves in her direction.

"Oh, nothing."

[fighting_mad]

She catches them, dropping them into her helmet. "Right." She gets up. "I need to change. Out." There is a moment, and then she adds, "Please."

[eiattu_pride]

He rolls his eyes, "Very good, Princess."

And wanders off.

[fighting_mad]

The door closes.

"What time is it?" she calls.

[eiattu_pride]

"Fifteen hundred."

He perches on the couch, picking up a datapad.

[fighting_mad]

There are noises of the 'wardrobe opening and closing' variety. And then of clothes rustling.

"I had a few hours' head start, but Solo is flying the Millenium Falcon, so I don't know what time they'll be able to get here."

[eiattu_pride]

"I'm sure we've got some time. Change into something appropriate for a princess, will you?"

[fighting_mad]

And then there is a pause, both in rustling and in speech, because, really, what the kriff does he think she's doing?


"I think," she says, with just a hint of sharpness, "I can handle that."

[eiattu_pride]

"Ah. Right."

Rial turns back to studying the datapad.

[fighting_mad]

She isn't going to apologize; she's not a child and she isn't stupid. She can kriffing well dress herself.

And lo, there is silence besides her footsteps.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial wasn't expecting an apology.

So he picks up a stylus and sets to work.

[fighting_mad]

It's a few minutes before the door opens. She's wearing a knee-length pencil skirt and a royal purple tunic, complete with green sash and various royal accoutremonts.

She's also searching for her other shoe.

"Someone cleaned my room while I was gone," she says, as a sort of peace offering. This is clearly a terrible deed.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smirks.

"That's why we have people called 'cleaners'. It's probably in the closet."

[fighting_mad]

"Yes, but I don't want my things cleaned. I can't find anything."

She looks down at the one shoe on her foot.

"But that's probably a good place to start, yes."

She disappears back into the bedroom.

[eiattu_pride]

"Very well. I'll tell them to stop doing their job."

He might - just might - be snickering.

[fighting_mad]

"Rial?" she calls.

[eiattu_pride]

"Yes?"

[fighting_mad]

"Shut up."

[eiattu_pride]

"As ordered, your Highness."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr grins.


Thankfully, her shoe turns up before the call comes that the Falcon has arrived.

Of course, it takes two people to find it.