The PrinceThe Prince -- I, Marjem, stand in awe at the raw potential exhibited by the young heir. My toe-nails curl and my eyelashes fall out as I envision a further future for him and Tar Shakan. Possessed of strength from both his mother and his father, there is a sense of drive, ambition turned to motion, plans within plans, wheels within wheels. Strong Mundo forces swirl about his follicles while to the side lurk the Hodge and the Podge, the Ying and the Yang, the Young and the Restless.
Of an age to become a squire, conflicts within the Royal Residence have impeded his progress. First suspected in complicity of scheming against his father, the King, then sent abroad to study, then that a Great Noble of the Realm was to accept his Service as squire, then....... SILENCE...... I, Marjem, sense his presence within Tortuga, but do not feel his attention. Who is to say yea or nay on the wisdom of that course? Forces swirl about him, strange forces, powerful forces. These forces have been known to stretch the mind and body like some overcooked piece of taffy pulled by the thought of 5 hands! Yech! Sticky too! Heavy is the burden of future responsibility upon the shoulders of this young man. Only when what will come, comes, will the Crown Princes's efforts be ascertained. |
UPDATE! ALERT! CRY THE HUES! THE PRINCE IS MISSING!