video ✨ un: princess_paladin

[lioness_rampant]

[ When the video cuts on, it's to the face of a smiling young woman in a soft pink dress in front of a backdrop of a wall of glowing crystals. She's glowing, too, or at least the little markings under her eyes are. A small family of pastel mice sit perched on her shoulders, two to a side, but apart from that quirk she looks very prim, even dainty. ]

Good evening, Lunatia. I hope this message finds you well. Now that the dragonsong has finallyabated, it seems the perfect time to introduce myself.

[ Since everyone isn't going crazy with lust for the moment, that she knows of. She's new, okay? Give her a month. ]

I am Princess Allura of the planet Altea, a Paladin of Voltron, and one of the founding members of the Voltron Coalition. Perhaps these things don't hold any meaning in a reality where Voltron--and maybe even Altea itself--never existed, but I imagine many here find themselves in a similar position.

[ The smallest mouse on her shoulder squeaks, distracting Allura long enough to pass her a tiny piece of fruit with a light chuckle. ]

At any rate, I am newly arrived here in Lunatia, and since it seems there's no telling if or when I'll be returned to my own reality, I hope to become better acquainted with this place and my fellow Moonblessed. What are some of the things you most enjoy about this world? What places would you recommend visiting?

Also, if anyone would be willing, I’d be thrilled to have a few sparring partners to help keep my skills sharp. Please let me know if you’re interested!

Comments

[lioness_rampant]

Ah, see, I understand the concept of magic, but I've never heard of a 'god mother' before.

[axemeaquestion]

I guess by a more... modern definition? Godparents are like, people chosen by a baby’s parents to mentor or look after them if something happens to the parents. Here, though, it’s mainly for magic bullshit reasons.

So Cinderella’s godmother magics her ripped dress into a ballgown with glass slippers. She also turns a pumpkin into a stagecoach, and the mice into horses. Then she sends Cinderella off to the ball - with one stipulation. The spell breaks at midnight.

[lioness_rampant]

Oh, then I suppose I have one of those as well, though it's more... self-appointed than anything, I believe. Our family's royal advisor, Coran, has taken it upon himself to look after me after... the war began.

[ Her whole family is dead, is what she's saying. But back to the story!! ]

So this fairy godmother gives her the means to go to the ball, but only for a brief time. Her magic isn't very powerful, it seems. What happens at midnight?

[axemeaquestion]

Oh... sorry. I know what you mean.

[Sort of. Zombie apocalypses aren't exactly wars, but...

Anyway. She shakes her head.]

Guess not. [She laughs quietly.] Long story short, she meets the prince at the ball and they hit it off. Come midnight, though, she realizes the time and takes off. I think she gets out of sight before everything starts changing back the way it was.

Thing is, she leaves one of those glass slippers behind. The prince liked her so much, he makes a thing out of searching the kingdom for anyone who fits the slipper. Kind of impractical, if she was a size... what, six? But you know. Fairy tales.

[lioness_rampant]

I'm sorry, too, and for your loss as well.

[ But that's not something anyone wants to dwell on, is it? They're dead and that's that.

Allura looks confused again as Ro continues on with the story, tilting her head slightly. ]

Wait. He searched the kingdom for this young woman, only taking the size of her feet into consideration? Were face coverings traditional in this story's setting? Would he not have recognized her when he laid eyes on her?

[axemeaquestion]

Thanks. It’s, uh... I can explain it later.

[Zombie apocalypses aren’t the most uplifting thing to include in a fairy tale synopsis.

Besides - Allura’s questions have her laughing.]

See, that’s the problem! He saw her face and everything! And the step-sister STILL tried on the goddamn slipper.

[lioness_rampant]

I'd be rather... concerned about entering into a relationship with someone who couldn't recognize me on sight after spending multiple hours in my company. Especially if their solution was to attempt to locate me using footwear.

[ SIGH. ]

At any rate, was the prince's search successful? Did he manage to find Cinderella?

[axemeaquestion]

I mean. At least he'd know you have good taste in shoes?

[Ro grins.]

Yep. Shoe fit, they got married and lived happily ever after.

[lioness_rampant]

What a strange tale. And this is a very well-known story? Is there a moral to it?

[ The ending seems a little anticlimactic, if you ask her. ]

[axemeaquestion]

Pretty much. And I guess the moral is... I dunno, be kind? Including to people that make a maid in your own house, apparently?

If it helps, I only called you Cinderella because of the mice.