Royalty of Seville

Dragomir’s grunts, and the splashes of water had torn Ryia’s attention for a moment as she seemed to lean up to see what exactly had been going on. There seemed to have been a light chuckle from her end as she rose a finger to the scene. With a flick of her wrist as soon as Dragomir tugged, a Feebas had been yanked from the water.

At the force of which the Feebas seemed to fly through the air, Ryia had looked worried after she realised she might have used her own psychic prowess a bit too much in this regard. She often used it to mess with Dragomir when he was having trouble at certain things. In this case, however… the Feebas had ended up hitting a young looking woman and was a cause for concern.

“Ah, great – Arceus, I am really very sorry about what just happened…” Dragomir started to say rather hurriedly, dropping his fishing pole and running over to the young woman that had been struck by the flailing Feebas.

“That really hurt, y’know…” the young woman replied, her brow furrowed. She rose a hand to wipe now dampened blue locks of hair from her face.

“I… er… I am really sorry. I had not realised that someone would be behind me. ‘Tis not that long after dawn – I honestly had not thought that someone would be out this early…” Dragomir continued to apologise, glancing back to Ryia for a moment as he knelt down and took up the still flailing Feebas.

Ryia had closed her book and made her way toward the two. With a slightly apologetic look on her face, she said to the blue-haired woman.

“My brother honestly has nothing to actually be apologetic for, miss…” Ryia said, not attempting to sound offensive. “Erm… what I mean to say is… ‘tis not his fault that you were… struck. ‘Tis mine. I assisted him in ensuring his catch with my… power….”

As Ryia explained, Dragomir shot her a look that looked to have been both annoyed and unimpressed. He had taken the Feebas and thrown it back into the water after a moment. Returning to the young woman that had been assaulted by the Feebas either way, the prince said, “either way… I am extremely sorry that this occurred. If there is a way… to make it up to you? I suppose we can see to it that you have a wish fulfilled within our power.”

“Really, Dragomir… that seems a little much…” Ryia sighed, frowning.

“In any case, uh…” Dragomir started to say, looking to the young woman for a name.

“Vanesa…” the woman replied, her arms folded across her chest, and a somewhat disgruntled look on her face.

“Arceus above, Dragomir. What have you done this time to have gotten in this much of a mess?” Ryia scolded, digging in her satchel as she looked for any crafted bandages that might have helped.

Dragomir had been scuffed, scraped, cut, and bruised nearly all over his body. All he could really do right now was offer Ryia a half-hearted smile. Before he could really say anything, it seemed that someone else had been poking around not too far away. Both Eveque siblings had heard footsteps, and the sound of a woman talking to something, or someone.

Taking pause in their actions, both Ryia and Dragomir turned their attention toward where the sounds had been coming from. The snorts and counting of the other Rapidash in the stables were enough to make both the Prince and Princess unable to really make out what the other female voice had been saying. However, when the time came, both of them had caught sight of a woman who was rather tall, had ginger hair, and freckles on sun kissed skin.

“You’re not supposed to be back here, you know,” Ryia had stated, frowning as she stood up a little straighter.

“Ryia, is now… really… the time?” Dragomir asked, obviously in pain as he winced and cringed. He was attempting to keep any pain he did feel at bay as he sat down on the overturned trough.

“Oh, right… my apologies, Dragomir…” Ryia quickly said, returning to the reality that her brother had been injured through unknown means.

“Holy hell, what happened to him? He looks like something the Meowth dragged in!” the woman that showed up had said, paying not much mind to the fact that Ryia had mentioned that she should not have been there.

“N-nothing to worry about, really…” Dragomir said, offering a pained smile. “Just… fell. Honest.”

“You were climbing that Mount Ascension again, weren’t you!?” Ryia snapped, furrowing her brow as she pulled out a jar of greenish salve.

“Oh, come off it…” Dragomir replied, adjusting his position as Ryia opened the container to rub some of the salve on his wounds. “Just be glad… I’ve got… no broken bones….”

“Yeah, and a face not many would be happy to wed, either,” Ryia refuted, being a little less than gentle when applying the medicine before going ahead to wrap her brother’s wounds in bandages.

“Wed..? Boy, you sure have a lot of cleaning up to do before you get married,” the ginger woman had laughed slightly, attempting to make a little light of the situation. “But yeah, um… if you need a little help, I can do that–”

“Here,” Ryia had said, holding out the salve before the woman could finish. “Take some of that and start applying it to Dragomir’s other side so that this can go a little faster, please.”

At the demand, the woman frowned slightly before reluctantly going ahead and doing as instructed.

“You’re both those kids that were in Arimethea that one day? I recognise you from the announcement the day of Round One for Hyperion. No need to introduce yourselves – not that this is a good time,” the woman chuckled as she helped to treat Dragomir’s other wounds. “Name’s Aidan – uh, sorry to be meeting you both in such a situation.”