d r e a m e r s

“lad, i dinnae ken what yer talking about.” tourney? parties? the entire lifestyle of these royals was just beyond the highland queen. this was a huge part of why she rarely left her homeland. it just wasn’t a priority to her really. “now archery, that’s more my speed.”

“ach! sorry ‘bout tha’. didn’t expect ye to get here so soon.” a voice that sounded way too much like her mother’s chided her for being rude and practicing her archery in the courtyard when she was expecting guests. but, as usual, merida ignored it. “will yer friend be alright, y’think?” she hadn’t meant to nearly hit him, after all.

he was young. nay, she was still young, but still... he was a child, like how she saw her brothers sometimes. when she had been his age, she had been fighting with her mother about being a ‘proper princess’, not making proclamations that affected alliances. “y’trying t’do big things, lad. just take care tha’ ye don’t overwork y’self with it.”

"sorry lass, i got distracted a bit.” having to leave her kingdom (queendom) to come to auradon wasn’t what merida had wanted to do, but that wasn’t this girl’s fault. and a threat here could threaten her people, right when she thought she may have united the clans for... well, at least a couple years. “what was that y’were sayin’?”