Reservin'!

Name: Samuel Brown (SB is his nickname)

Pronouns: He/him/his

Age: 24

Appearance: He has tan skin, dark brown eyes, meduim-length black hair in a ponytail, and a beard. He wears a white t-shirt with black spiked shoulder pads, black jeans, and white tennis shoes.

Personality: He loves to explore. He always looks out for his friends, but he gets nervous at times, but hides it.

Shipping: Girls only please.

Lucky Number: 9

Favorite Thing To Do: He likes to write in a notebook he always carries with him, and he also likes to watch sunsets.

Favorite Clothing Style: Anything that's comfortable and allows him to adventure easily.

Adventurous or Cautious: Adventurous.

Other: He has a British accent.

Thanks for your charries, everyone! :) I will hopefully be starting this soon; I promise I haven't forgotten about it.

Do you still need more charries? I can make another if you do

Here I am! I will try to have everyone's characters appear, but it may be more difficult than in my last solo write, since the main character and the plot are already worked out. But I hope you enjoy it :)

Part 1

The ancient family of Arsan was a ruling family. Their leader, Tirian, participated in the Council which ruled Derrain, and his wife Alasana was the queen of the country.

The Council was a necessary group in Derrain. Representatives from every province of the country presided there once a month, in the Council Clearing. In the main they were animals. There were tiny rabbits with soft paws and twitching ears; there were wolves with grave eyes and elegant carriage. And then there were the humans, the nobles who led the council. They were not like other humans, for they could shapeshift into animals themselves. Together these groups ruled the country and its magic. It was a strange sight - humans and animals standing together in that ancient spot, deliberating as politicans in our world never do. The only ones who were not represented were the Coyotes. Years ago they had sent someone who attempted to overthrow the Council and take power himself. From that day on, the coyotes had been troublemaking vagrants, outlaws.

The Council, still loyal to the memory of Kiar, the proud wolf who had founded it so long ago that nobody remembered the date, remained unmoved. And so, although rumors of danger continued to swirl about like gathering mist, the queen Alasana was able to bring up her children in peace in the glittering castle by the sea.

She had had four children, and of these Riara was the youngest and the bossiest. She took after her mother entirely. Her proud, defiant, courageous spirit was there, and her way of looking directly at you - not in arrogance, but in something like confidence. By now she was fifteen, somewhere between childhood and womanhood, somewhat sassy as royal teenagers are apt to be, with long black hair and large brown eyes that held everyone's attention at once.

It was a spring day, the early spring that seems to be translucent green so pale that you can hardly see it. Piles of sodden cotton-snow still filled the castle courtyard in shady corners. The ground was grass and mud. But in the flowerbeds the daffodils were poking up their blue-green points. A chickadee was singing, swinging back and forth on a maple branch against the pale blue sky. Tirian and Alasana sat on a stone bench talking, while Riara and her closest friend Violet Shimmercress were planting more daffodil bulbs and chattering eagerly.

"Look over there," said Tirian.

A fox was leaping toward them. This was nothing unusual - foxes and their cousins, wolves, are common in Derrain. But a wolf is noble, while foxes are closer to the outcast coyotes. They are quicker, and slyer, and there is no telling what these redheads will do next. So Alasana readied herself for trickery.

Tirian said, "Welcome, friend Ressen, well met! What news?"

The fox skidded to a halt. "I bring sad news. Coyotes are stirring."

Alasana caught his eye, glanced at Riara, shook her head at him.

"Ah, of course." Ressen grasped her meaning. The girls must not be frightened. "To the north of us - Some of your royal cousins are on their side."

"It cannot be." Tirian looked worried. "My own brother-in-law leads the nobles of Eire. The Eires are our family."

"It can be," Riara spoke up, clear and steady. "A girl from there, Elinore, was talking to me and told me not to be afraid of the coyotes, her family was on good terms with them. I didn't think anything about it, but it makes more sense now."

Alasana sighed. There was no use keeping anything from her daughter; you could try to, but she'd always figure it out. "If Riara has heard this said," she concluded, "it must be true."

"But our own family! How could they turn against us?" Tirian asked. He was a kind, fatherly man, who found betrayal and cruelty difficult to understand. 

Violet bristled. Her blue eyes looked indignant. "The mercenary wretches! Surely the coyotes have bribed them. King Tirian, what will the Council say to this?"

The king looked at her. "Tonight they meet. We shall see, then. Come, let us go in; we must ready ourselves for the meeting."

One tall thin courtier watched them go, with a look of hatred, of cruel satisfaction on his face.

"They'll have a meeting they won't like!" he muttered. "Oho, my fine young royals, if you could see what's in store for you...!" And he chuckled, a strange, squeaky, hiccuping chuckle, and slipped away into the darkness.

Can I join?

Thank you all for your comments! <3 and here's the next part~ I meant to make it longer, but my mom needs the computer now, so it'll have to be left like this. I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2

Violet and Riara were in Riara's room, getting ready for the Council meeting. It was late afternoon. Reddish sunlight fell through the diamond-paned window and lit up Violet's blue eyes and Riara's reddish-brown hair.

"How should I do my hair?" wondered Violet aloud, sitting in front of Riara's mirror with a brush in one hand and a bottle of perfume in the other. "Do you think maybe a braid? Or should I just have it loose?"

"Wait, since when do you think about your hairstyle?" asked Riara, turning around from the closet where she was surveying her enormous stash of dresses. "You never used to."

"Well, people change," said Violet primly.

"Wait, I know why! It's because of Veyka, isn't it? Father did say he was going to be at the Council meeting, didn't he? Violet, why didn't you tell me you like him?"

"I don't!" Violet protested, laughing nonetheless. "It's just a crush. If that. I hardly even know him -"

"Doesn't matter," interrupted Riara, "people fall in love at first sight, don't they? Mother and Father did, anyway, so it's possible. Here, you should do your hair wavy, the way I showed you the other day. Want me to help you?"

"Riara?" said Violet a moment later as Riara began to comb her friend's hair.

"Yes?"

"Do you think - I mean, do you feel like it's safe to go this Council?"

"Of course!" Surprise crossed Riara's face. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Oh, I don't know. You know how people keep talking about the Coyotes and how they might try to take over the Council and everything... It's probably just a silly idea."

"Honestly, I don't see anything to worry about," said Riara frankly. "People have been making a fuss about the Coyotes since I was born, practically. I think your hair is done. How does it look?"

"Wonderful." A smile spread over Violet's face. "Thank you, Riara." Suddenly she looked mischievous. "Do you want to look extra nice for Summit, in case he's there?"

"Summit?!" exclaimed Riara. She had only seen Summit a couple of times - a tall boy about her own age, the son of one of Tirian's friends. He was all right, she supposed, but - "Not particularly, no."

"Isn't there anyone you... like?" Violet asked.

"No." Riara sighed and looked out the window, at the fields and meadows of Derrain, just beginning to harbor the promise of spring. "There's no one. Everyone keeps telling me I'm old enough to find a nice boy, start going out with him... But I want some time to be me first, you know? I don't get this whole romance thing at all. But," she added, "I do want to wear my new dress. You know, the rose-colored one with the pointed sleeves?"

Violet bounced in her chair. "Oh yes, wear that one! Where did you even buy it, anyway?"

Soon the two girls were ready to go. They met Alasana, coming out of her bedroom, in the hallway. She looked as gentle and queenly as ever, wearing a simple pale gray dress with a fuchsia belt, her hair in a braid around her head.

"Shall we leave, dear Mother?" inquired Riara with exaggerated formality, extending a hand.

"Why yes, let us, dear daughter," replied the queen, smiling, and the three of them went down the stairs to the front door, where the carriage was waiting.