Her eyes widened a fraction. Yes, of course. She’d heard murmurs amongst courtiers when they gossiped, but Serenity was never much for malicious rumors. She spent most of her time with her guardians rather than the denizens of the court, but she’d heard a thing or two here and there. A term had been used to describe him. Half-blood. Lunarians and Terrans were forbidden from one another, so his existence was scandalous in itself, but Serenity didn’t really understand why it was a bad thing. After all, he was still a person, like herself and everyone else.
And he’d even lived on Earth.
“I’m sorry that she wasn’t able to join you here… I don’t know what I’d do without my mother so I can’t imagine being without one.” She offered sincerely. She didn’t ask him to elaborate on what happened to his mother even though she sorely wanted to. Her etiquette training told her that it would be indelicate to do so though, especially since she didn’t know how sensitive he was about the topic. But there was one thing she did let her curiosity get the better of her on, so she asked, with some hesitation, “Do you remember what the festivals were like? Are they very different than the celebrations here?”
She’d felt the wind, smelled the salt of the ocean breeze (even if she wasn’t able to go to the shore itself, they would have been far too noticeable there even in the darkness of night) but she had not been to a festival on Earth yet. Her rendezvous on Earth were usually spent privately in carefully chosen locations. Even though she longed to experience more of Earth, with the paleness of her, well, everything, she would stand out like a sore thumb anywhere there. So being able to speak to someone when she was actually at home made her just a little excitable, “Oh! And do you remember snow? What is it really like? Are all the snowflakes really different from one another?”
Tatsumi smiled wryly again. “Ah, you don’t have to feel too badly over it. It wasn’t as though Yuriko was a paragon of virtue. She certainly wasn’t anything like the queen.” Well, what else could he say about a woman who attempted to seduce his father for a shot at immortality? She wasn’t a hateful mother to her son, but she wasn’t entirely warm to Tatsumi, either. The most she could say was she treated him like he was her voucher towards greater things.
“Well, I couldn’t say for other regions, but the festivals in the village back home were charming and rustic. Not as stiff as they are up here, with the raiments and the strict etiquette. Some went from the afternoons and well into the night, with pyres and grilled meats. Cake, if you were lucky.”
“The snow is dreadfully cold. Winter wasn’t my favorite season, but there was a beauty to be found. At a distance, it’s like thick blankets, but up close, they’re little unique crystals, all lying on top of one another.”
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