zme was in a hurry to finish her daily chores around the castle. She was in the process of dusting the Prince’s room when the door suddenly burst opened causing Ezme to drop her duster. Expecting the cause of this absurd noise to be another maid she swiftly turned around to yell at the culprit. To her surprise it was not another maid but the Prince himself.
“Please forgive me Prince Scott. I was not aware of how late it was.” Ezme quickly tucked her dark brown hair behind her ears. “I shall finish early tomorrow your heiness, good-day.”
She turned to pick up the duster when a hand gently grasped her shoulder. The hand pulled her back straight and then reached for the duster. Before the prince could see she made her ragged uniform more presentable.
“Allow me,” The Prince picked up the duster and handed it to her. “I should be the one apologizing. I do hope you forgive for startling you like that.”
Ezme stood there looking startled. For years she had been under the impression that royals were selfish and unkind to everyone especially the maids. Looking at the prince she saw that it was not only untrue but completely off base.
“No, really, I should have finished long ago I apologize for not having your room finished, good-day your highness.” She turned again this time to leave.
Catching her off guard again the prince spoke. “Do call me Scott,” he offered her his hand. “What is your name?”
Warily she shook his hand. “Ezme your hei… Scott, “she corrected herself before the prince could protest.
“Ezme,” he repeated “Are you new to the staff? I do not believe I’ve seen you before.” The prince was scrutinizing her face, her strong cheek bones, olive skin, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and her beautiful smile. There was no doubt in his mind that she was from a servant family.
“Yes, I was hired while you were away.”
“Well, welcome to the most boring castle in the world. I’m sure you’ve been having fun cleaning it. I hope your room is to your liking. Have you been through the grounds yet?” He finished as Ezme laughed.
“No, as you can see I am a bit behind in my chores


any ideas of stuff after this part would be greatly appreciated

i am of native american decent and luv dream catches
here is history on the subject

According to Native Americans, dreams that humans have while they sleep, are sent by sacred spirits as messages. According to their Legend, in the center of the Dream Catcher there is a hole. Good dreams are permitted to reach the sleeper through this hole in the web. As for the bad dreams, the web traps them and they disappear at dawn with the first light. For some, they try to determine what messages are being past onto them and what the message represents.

The Dream Catcher represents several meanings. All of the decorations and materials used to decorate them, all have a special meaning. A single bead in the middle may represent the spider that is on the web. Scattered beads throughout the web may represent good dreams that may have been caught throughout the night. A feather represents a symbol of breath or air which is attached so it hangs from the center of the ring. It is essential for life. A baby watching the air playing with the feather on her cradleboard was entertained while also being given a lesson on the importance of good air.

This lesson comes forward in the way that the feather of the Owl is kept for wisdom (a woman's feather); & the Eagle feather is kept for courage (a man's feather). This is not to say that the use of each is restricted by gender; but that to use the feather each is aware of the gender properties she/he is invoking. (Indian people, in general, are very specific about gender roles and identity.)

The use of gem stones, in some of the ones we make for sale, is not something that was done by the old ones. Government laws forbid the sale of feathers from our sacred birds. These include ALL Birds of Prey and include Hawk feathers, Bald Eagle feathers, Owl feather, Turkey Vulture feathers, and so on. Incorporating four gem stones into the Dream Catcher, is used to represent the four directions. Nature represents the spiritual inspiration in each.

When researching the long traditions of oral histories, storytelling has been passed down through the generations; from parent to child, grandparent to grandchild, or from one person to another. This is how the message continues to be passed on to future generations.

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