Chatterbox: Inkwell

My quest. My quest. No matter how often I repeated those words, I still couldn't believe it. I had finally been given a quest to do, which was the highest honor a young girl could be given. Before I go on, let me tell you a bit about myself. I am fourteen, getting close to my fifteenth birthday. I am the only child of the rich and noble family of the Ducwat family, a well known name throughout Pydria. The way to pronounce these are: dook-waht and p-aye-dree-ah. Anyway, I am considered a beauty in this land. I have thick, long, dark brown wavy hair, well shaped green eyes, fair, perfect skin and a neat, slender figure. I wear cunning dresses, and have good taste. Eventually, I caught the eye of the Court. They looked at my perfect grades in school, asked me a few questions, and watched me for the longest time before deciding I was ready for my own Quest. Each quest is different; each is for a different reason. I wondered where and in whose story I would be sent into. I would love to visit a palace of one of those interesting, romantic French kings, or those elegant English kings. I wished they were "real", that is, in my land. Although it was possible to travel through books, it could be dangerous and you could only get permission if you had a quest, revealed by the stars, themselves. I knew very well the dangers of novand traveling. Novand is a term used to describe book travel. The chief danger was, the Court could not tell you the specifics of the quest, and they couldn't help you. If you didn't solve your quest, you were doomed to stay in the book until you did. But I was willing to take the chance. My mother called me, "Lydiona Ashbelle, get down here this minute and get dressed. If you are late or untidily dressed, you will embarrass your father and I greatly! You have a splendid outfit, do hurry!"