Animal, Stuffed

Stuffed Burris Owl, the Burris School mascot. The owl's main body and pointed ears are fashioned in gold-colored corduroy, run vertically. He has blue felt wings and tail and large black eyes surrounded with a cream-colored fringe. It is stuffed with some sort of course material

Minnetrista Museum and Gardens

~*{ saria & haxar }*~

@thenxghtwemet​

If she was counting correctly -- which, she didn’t always, and in that moment mentally had to count her fingers -- it had been a total of eight days and a night since she had left Avalon City to adventure to her new home in Winter Court. The morning light filtered gently through the crystal-like glass of Tatiana’s bedroom, sending rainbows and tiny glimmers of light scattering around. Try as she might to wake the princess from her nest of over-stuffed pillows and luxurious blankets, Saria had finally sighed with a wistful smile and left the tiny owl-winged girl to her deep sleep. The lesser fae was by no means a morning person herself -- what she would give to be able to burry herself in her own small bed in the servants quarters below the castle -- but Tatiana was another story entirely. She slept like she was hibernating, and though Saria was tempted to bring a tray of freshly baked scones (the smell of which would without a doubt awaken the doe-eyed young fae,) she decided not to. As her handmaid, it was Saria’s job to get her ready for the day, style her hair, and dress her... but on that morning in particular, Tatiana had no pressing appointments or duties to attend to. Saria would let her sleep, let her dream -- because one day -- far off as it was --  she knew that Tatiana would be thrust into the bitter politics of being a High Lady. Better to give her restful mornings like these before they were no more.

Creeping quietly out of the room, Saria made sure to shut the door without making a sound -- all the while, cradling a basket of the princess’ dresses and night gowns that needed a good washing against her hip. A soft smile dimpled her freckled cheeks as she peeked at the princess once more through the crack in the door, and finally, closed it behind her and set out to start her chores for the day. Tatiana had a fitting this evening, and she’d been tasked with bringing her measurements to the royal tailor. She would need to go to the market to find the rights flowers for her hair -- and she could pick up her favorite cakes while she was there, too, for when she finally decided to take on the day.  Then there was washing the basket of clothes, fixing the holes in the princess’s stockings... washing her bedding once she woke, too.

Lost in thought and going over how much time she would need for her tasks of the day, Saria scarcely noticed the knight that walked past her -- she stopped to curtsey, of course, but had little time to pay attention to the features of his face... Until he had walked right past her, and she was turning around to face him once more as the color drained from her own. The basket in her hands all but slipped through her fingers, and in her shock she was unable to catch it as fabric tumbled to the floor. 

She knew his face -- it had taken a moment (how many years it seemed to have been, and it had taken her a moment before the realization had hit her so squarely in the chest. But it was him. Her knight, her first of everything -- love, kiss, and... and something much more intimate, before he had left her behind. 

“H-hazar?” She barley squeaked,  her skin and palms of her hands suddenly going clammy and damp. Saria had expected that chapter of her life to be closed forever, had expected the tears she had shed to mean the end of it all. But there he was, just feet from her, in the same castle as none other than Viktor Valentina, whom just days ago had saved her from a frozen fate. “Y-you... but y-you... you l-left, y-you’re not... supposed t-to be h-here --” Saria had to swallow her words as her voice cracked, an embarrassed flush creeping up her neck and all the way to her delicately pointed ears. “Y-you... you moved to M-matovaya Zemlya?”