Nyla's Embroidery: Part Two by 124456789xxzc
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Dressed in a T-shirt and a long skirt, Nyla carried her
faerie backpack full of clothes and embroidery supplies to the ferry, where she
hoped to see the blue Eyrie that had informed Jack Roo that she couldn't swim.
She wanted to ask him if he would take her backpack to Faerieland for her, because
she wasn't strong enough to carry it while she flew. She would have to work on
that on her vacation in Faerieland in between embroidering and exploring and tutoring.
She waited a while and then spotted him, waiting to board a ferry. She hurried
over to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" he growled, turning around. Then he
remembered me. "Well, hello there, Nyla, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"Well, what do you need today?"
Nyla gulped and asked, "Could you please take
my bag to Faerieland for me? I can't carry it while I am flying; it's too heavy
for me."
He smiled. "Sure, why not. When are we leaving?"
"How about right now?" she asked timidly. He
smiled, and they took off towards Faerieland.
~ ~ ~
Fyora was sick of waiting for Nyla to get there.
She had all of the gowns picked out, all of the designs in mind, everything
except the pet who did it. Her dress would be lavender (of course) with a design
of bluebells around the bottom. Ember had a red orange gown with yellow orange
sleeves picked out and was going to have Mordongos all over it. Illusen's dress
was pale green and was to have vines and Rowzez all over the whole thing. Baelia
had a silver-grey coloured gown in mind with drabby roses all over it, since
she was a grey faerie. Nereid had an aqua shirt and skirt that she liked that
would have sprays of water droplets around the bottom. What would she do with
her hair? Something new, probably. Maybe tie part of it back... hmm.
~ ~ ~
"I'm sorry, we don't allow visitors in the palace,"
said the air faerie at the desk just inside the palace doors for the millionth
time.
"I'm NOT a visitor! I'm telling you, Fyora asked
me to come!" exclaimed Nyla.
"Well, let's just see about that," said the
air faerie. She pushed a button, and in a few minutes Fyora came down the hall.
"Nyla! You're here!" Fyora smiled, and the air
faerie glared at Nyla. She glared back.
Fyora took Nyla to her room, which was lavender
and pink with soft cushions to sit on and a big lavender bed. There were some
shelves and a dresser where Nyla would put her unpacked things, and a closet
where the gowns that she would embroider were. There were also a few extra gowns
in there for her to wear, if she wanted to. They were very pretty, with multiple
layers and soft colours that went well with her lavender fur and pale pink,
pale yellow and lavender wings. There was also a jewelry box, with all kinds
of rare and beautiful gems for her to wear and keep, if she wanted to, Fyora
said. Nyla didn't like the idea of taking royal jewelry, but there was one necklace
that she might think about keeping. It was on a thin gold rope with a pendant
shaped and coloured like the gem on her Peophin mask, a silver diamond, but
around the main diamond there was a ring of lavender and a ring of pale pink.
The silver was also inlaid with flecks of yellow. It matched her colours perfectly.
She put on a pale pink gown from her closet, along with the necklace, took down
Fyora's lavender dress and her supplies, and began to embroider.
~ ~ ~
Anya whirled and twirled around the ballroom,
dancing with all different kinds of royal pets, including a few other royal
Unis. Eventually, the music ended, and all of the female pets lined up for the
Best Dressed competition. The Judges examined each gown carefully, and then
huddled together to make a decision, while all of the nervous pets waited. The
panel of judges consisted of King Hagan, King Skarl, and Kayla. Finally, they
came to a decision.
Kayla cleared her throat. "5th place, 1,000
Neopoints, and a yellow Aisha T-shirt go to... Tiya the royal Aisha!" Tiya stepped
forward, accepted her prize, and then stepped back in line.
"4th place, 2,000 Neopoints, and a yellow Mortog
T-shirt go to... Kiki the royal Shoyru!"
Anya knew Kiki pretty well, and tried not to
laugh when she just stood there, gaping at Kayla. Eventually she took the prize,
and they moved on.
"3rd place, 3,000 Neopoints, and a Sproing T-shirt
go to... Leya the royal Usul!" Leya was really, really surprised, but she got
over it and took her prize.
"2nd place, 4,000 Neopoints, and an I Love Kayla
T-shirt-" Kayla winked, "go to... Synia the royal Poogle!" Synia smirked. She
thought that she was SO much better than everyone else, which is why no one
really liked her, except Vina, a pink Zafara, who was just as bad. She took
her prize and stepped back.
"1st place, 5,000 Neopoints, an I love Fyora
T-shirt, and a new free gown of their choice goes to... Anya the royal Uni!!!
Congratulations! We chose you because of the beautiful countryside sewn onto
your gown. How did you do that?" asked Kayla.
Anya smiled and said, "My sister, Nyla, embroidered
it."
~ ~ ~
"Nyla? Nyla! It's time to eat, dear! May I come
in?" asked Fyora. She heard a faint yes, and opened the door. Nyla was embroidering,
of course.
"Nyla, it's time to eat. Come on, you look wonderful."
Fyora led a reluctant Nyla around the palace until they arrived at the dining
hall. Nyla was amazed at all of the faeries that were everywhere, but most of
all, the food. Mmmmm! It all looked so good! Nyla had a faerie queen burrito
and a cherry faerie bubble for dessert, and then asked Fyora if she could fly
around Faerieland a bit.
"Sure, you can. You've been working all day.
Just be back by 9:00 NST, alright?" Nyla nodded, and made her way to the front
door of the palace. Seeing as all there was in Faerie City was shops, she made
her way to outer Faerieland. Hearing cheering above her, she made her way to
a cloud that said Poogle Racing. A race was in session, so she made her way
through the crowd to a seat to watch. Preparing for next race... Poogles Get
Ready!!! GO! Then the Poogles were off. They kept getting ahead and falling
behind each other, but in the end it was Poogle #1 that won it.
Nyla made her way to the Wheel of Excitement.
She had brought points to the dining hall in hopes of buying a grackle bug on
a stick (she needed a new needle), but she hadn't, so now she had points left
to spend. She spun the wheel, and it landed on 500 Neopoints. She took her prize
and asked the light faeries what time it was. They told her that it was 7:51
NST. She thanked them and made her way back to Faerie City to spend the 500
points she had received. The book shop and furniture shop were sold out, and
the battle shop was too expensive (Zini was quite the battler; Nyla wanted to
get her a present), but Nyla managed to buy a lime faerie bubble for whenever
she needed it on her vacation from the food shop. She chatted with the owner
of the shop for a while, and then made her way back to the palace, where she
talked with some more faeries, then went back to her room, stashed her points,
put on her nightgown, and fell fast asleep on her bed.
~ ~ ~
Zini worked in the garden all day, only stopping
to eat quick meals. Zini missed Nyla, and the flowers did, too. All of them
drooped, the songflowers didn't sing, and the drabby roses were on the verge
of wilting, no matter how much time Zini spent with them. The rude daffodils
were too sad to say a word, and the snapdraiks couldn't even open their mouths.
Nyla couldn't come back, so Zini just did her best to stay happy so that her
flowers would, too.
~ ~ ~
Anya couldn't believe it. She had won the best
dressed competition! She had even decided to give her free pale yellow gown
Nyla, just to say thank you. She burst in the door to tell her, but remembered
that Nyla was gone. She laid the gown on her sister's bed, with a note that
said,
Dear Nyla,
I won the best dressed competition, so this gown
that I won is for you, as just one way of my
saying thanks.
Anya
~ ~ ~
Kaila the baby Usul had the Jitters again, but
this time, there were no smiles and Rowzez on the fuzzy pink blanket she was
using; no, all there were were tears. Kaila's tears. When would Nyla come home?
To be continued...
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