Off The Woodland Path (AU rp, closed)
The search continued through the whole property. Some guards noticed a massive hole where a tree and its roots once stood, and it was cause for some alarm and confusion among them. Ralph, however, couldn’t hear their conversation below as he struggled to scale higher up the tree. It wasn’t easy to do while wearing shoes, but as long as the men were searching for a giant who didn’t want to be found, he couldn’t afford to abandon them- not yet.
It was while clinging to the upper branches that he got a clear picture of where he was: it was a private estate, one whose decor, scale, and grandeur rivaled that of his own palace home. ‘Must’ve intruded baron property or something’ he thought to himself, ‘Probably a lord, but Felix did always whine about independent own-‘
His thoughts died mid-sentence when a shimmer of gold caught his eye; across the way, between the boughs and leaves, he saw a figure draped in golds and fine clothing seated upon a chair on the rear balcony. Her hair shone and flowed almost as brightly as her gown, but amidst all of the woman’s grace and beauty, she seemed… sad? No, sadness would cause one to frown. Ralph pursed his lips and furrowed his brow as he tried to read her expression, but he was about as successful at reading people as he was at navigating the wilds.
The guards began to approach the area he was in, and the giant panicked; he didn’t want to be found, would rather kick and scream and smash every tree in the yard if he had to if it meant going back to that stone-walled prison full of lying wardens he called ‘family’. A thought struck him, and he executed the idea before even pondering its logic or soundness: with a bit of a push, the prince launched himself from one tree over to another, closer to the woman on the balcony.
Morgan had to admit, this was the most exciting thing to happen here in a very long time.
Despite this, her face remained completely neutral. She was a Princess, after all. But, more than that, as the servants would say when she wasn’t around, Morgan had grown increasingly cold and more emotionally unreachable as her years here progressed. She could do anything she wanted within the confines of the estate, anything at all, save leave. Yet, day by day, she’d done little more than sit at her balcony, always impeccably dressed, staring absently into the vast green in front of her. It was like she was wasting away, not just in body, but in spirit.
The beast was on the move again. It was quite agile, actually. Strange that the guards below hadn’t caught sight of it yet.
And, it seemed to quite the light jumper, too. Leaping—-wait, was the brute wearing something? Morgan cocked her head slightly to the side. In the brief moment the apelike creature was in midair, she’d caught sight of what looked to be a white suit. A white suit decorated with trimmings of blue and gold. True, it was still far off, and the glimpse was far too short to work out all the details, but that was a suit. Surely nothing in nature resembled anything like it.
Well, things were getting even more strange. It seems the giant leaping through the trees was a man!
As soon as Ralph was stable in the tree, he started to mentally kick himself as he swore under his breath. He shouldn’t have done that, that practically gave him away to the guards and the lady. What they’d do with him was beyond him, but given his royal blood, perhaps they’d let him go.
Or, if his baron theory was true, hold him ransom. Today was just a really crappy day.
As the guards came closer, the giant froze in place, unable to see anything beneath his arms and shoulders. He could swear that the woman on the porch could see him, there was only one tree between them and he could see her eyes; if he’d learned anything from playing with his brothers and sisters, if you could see them, then they could almost always see you. Hopefully Ralph was wrong.