1. What is your real name?
2. What is your surname?
3. What are your three most popular nicknames?
I’m not quite sure if you mean popular with me, or popular with the Court. If it’s the latter, “Princess” is the obvious candidate. Mailyne calls me Farj sometimes, and I don’t object to that too much, and I suppose my last name isn’t uncommon for me to go by. I don’t think “daughter of flames” counts as a nickname.
4. What is your favourite color(s)?
Flame red, although that’s fairly stupid considering who I am.
5. What is your favourite animal?!
There are a pack of wolves that roam near the Dwarf Tunnels. They’ve always fascinated me, and I like to watch them whenever we visit the Sub-terras for supplies.
6. Do you know what type of animal/race of human/mythical species you are? What kind?
I have Elvish blood way back on my mother
Inkheart FanficCynthia was a story teller. A shy girl by nature, she hid behind wire framed spectacles and baggy jumpers and stories, and although "story teller" was not her official title, she liked to think it was. She would read to her neices and nephew, she would read to her cousin and she would read to the children who came to the library for story time. Her day job, dreary as it may seem, was in the library, at the desk, for she liked to be surrounded by printed words and the smell of books.
It was at her desk, quietly pondering the hidden realms behind each spine, that she first saw him. He was not an young man and not an old one, although he moved with a certain amount of weariness. A boy, by Cynthia's estimations no more than sixteen, followed him into the library like a puppy. The man looked shifty, and for a moment Cynthia was worried that he was hiding a bomb beneath his long coat, but the worry soon passed. She wondered what relation the boy was to the man, perhaps they were father and s
UNTITLED PROJECT PART 2 FIRST DRAFTWith their enemies everywhere, the patrols that Farja and the Prince undertook every morning were a necessity. It was not uncommon for the Court to up camp and move on after an unwelcome encounter. Most of Farja's kind avoided these enemies, the Surculi, as they were known, by living below ground in tunnels they say were dug by dwarves. Of course, the dwarves were long gone. They were extinct. Not a single dwarf took a single breath during Farja's lifetime - sometimes she doubted that they had ever existed. Indeed, there were some within the Prince's Court who denounced them entirely, deciding they were but myth and legend.
Only three members of the Prince's Court had ever lived among their sub-terra cousins, people who had left those dank tunnels in search of sunlight and fresh air. And they had found it, along with the grave danger that kept their families firmly bellow ground, trapped by their own fear.
The Surculi resented the travelling camps, including the Prince's Court, for the