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Day One Hundred and Seventy-Seven: 

Once upon a time there was a young and beautiful Princess.  She lived in a small bungalow on the ocean and her front lawn was rocky and full of either sand and dandelions.  She didn’t live in the castle with the other Princesses because they all had really long hair of many different colours and her hair was nothing special, it was even long like theirs, but it was the unremarkable shape of curls, and to the other Princesses it didn’t matter if you walked and talked the same, those little details broke their code, and ultimately lost her a place within their circle.

She was okay with all of this because it meant she could live on the water and hear the waves at night, and see the sunrise in the morning, and clean her own house and make her own breakfast.  It was one of those things that you just miss (or assume you would, since she had been a Princess since she was born and so she’s never known a different way, she would assume that other people would miss making their own breakfast, the choices they would miss out on!  And what if everyone just felt like plain bagels all day?) and she could plant her own garden and let her long curly hair fall down as much as she liked.  She did, however, live alone.

Once before her father had passed away he had asked to send her an animal from the royal family’s farm, but she wouldn’t take a pony with its long straight hair, or even a dog or kitten, because she felt that they would feel too lonely out on the ocean like her.  He offered her fish and other sea-creatures to live in the water beside her, but she had never been taught to swim.  After the King had passed away there were no more offers of companionship coming from the castle, and especially no visitors from her Princess sisters.

One day there was a great storm that came up on the shore and rocked the small bungalow where she lived.  She stayed indoors under a blanket by the front window intent on watching the dark clouds roll over the water and wished so hopefully that she would no longer be alone.  As the wind rose and the crashes of thunder grew louder the storm was on top of the shore where she lived and she tucked every part of her body under the blanket in order to keep calm. Storms weren’t the scariest things that she’d experienced on the shore but they definitely brought a distinct chill with them, and although there was a large fire in her hearth she could still feel the dampnes the gloomy weather carried.

After a few minutes the lightening grew so bright that she had to shield her eyes, and after a moment huddled completely under the blanket she looked up to see the rocking ocean and her shore, her stones and seedy weeds drenched with water from an indecipherable mix of the ocean and the sky, and something that had not been there before.  Something…nearing the shore that looked to be a small boat almost lost in the waves.  She couldn’t see if there was anyone aboard but she knew that without help the boat might be lost forever.  Despite her lack of swimming knowledge or the possibility of pirates or another destructive threat of visitors she jumped to her feet and ran into her front yard, into the storm.

The boat was much ccloser as she approached the water, her toes recoiling from the brisk salty water at her feet.  Only being out in the rain for a moment had drenched her right through the long dress she wore, and although humidity was uncommon near the shore her curls remain potent despite the cool rain hitting her from the sky.  She waved her arms as the boat reached  the shore, but still no one seemed to be on this average sized yet simple boat.  As it floated softly to her feet (which amidst the waves rocking it back and frth was mesmerizing considering the circumstances) she grabbed hold of one edge and peered inside. 

Sample RP, don’t know where this came from today….sort of out of habit but missing it greatly. Could use something new, different and challenging for my month of in August.  This is the point where someone would answer I suppose, wouldn’t it?