Tiana awoke early the inayofuata morning, wondering what had happened the night before, and then it all came flooding back to her. Paris; dancing, champagne...ok, that explained the headache.
She sat up and then saw that she was back in her own room. She also realised, to her surprise, that she was alone in bed, and yet, Lestat had been here, she could sense his presence. Blinking, and rubbing her head, she rolled out of kitanda and onto the floor as her senses began to drift back to her. Ok, she was in her petticoat; where was her dress? Lifting her head she saw that it was draped neatly over the back...
NOTE: I did not write this story. My friend, mitaani, mtaa Mouse, wrote and published it on the shabiki fiction website. I upendo Disney pirate stories and I really like this one so far, so I wanted to share it. She gave me permission to post it on here for you. I hope wewe guys like it, too. -------------------------------------
Ariel paced back and forth in her private sleeping quarters. The ship swayed, causing her to slightly lose her balance. She paused to recompose herself and looked down at the bed. The captain had laid out a white nightgown for her and she reached out to touch it. The lace...
The large plush coach wound its way through the streets of Paris.
The large plush coach wound its way through the streets of Paris. The farasi hooves made a steady clip-clop clip-clop on the cobblestones. The four occupants of the carriage rested quietly inside. Their journey had been long and they would soon be at their destination.
"Girls. Its time to wake up." alisema an older woman in a cold tone. One of the girls were already awake looking out the window. A young lady with shoulder length blonde hair. Beside her sat two ackward girls. One with black hair and the other orange-red. Both girls still lounged on each other sleepily.