IT'S BEEN . . . NICE, this lull in the prophecy, time where ralsei can rest. it leaves her with time to think, to plan, to pray – to figure out some more preferences. laying in her room, listening to the roar of cheering and clapping and theatrics outside, she thinks maybe she has a preference for peace and quiet. what are they doing out there?
. . . curiosity gets the better of her. ralsei sits up with a sigh, eyeing the scarves hanging by the door . . . slipping past the BrokenScarf with only some guilt at the state of the garment. she chooses one of her own, rather than the gear necessary for the prophecy. it doesn't even impact her stats – what a waste of fabric, and yet she finds she likes it more because of that.
deep breath, ralsei. game face on. smile when they say hello. mean it when you ask how they're doing. you're living for this, now, not just the words on a page.
she exits the castle with swiftness, catching the tail-end of the festivities – aqua being paraded around on susie's shoulders. in the midst of it all, ralsei recognizes the absence for what it is: flowery is not here, not celebrating with his siblings. nose twitches, and ralsei slips away from the festivities unseen, brow furrowing with concern. much as she tries to deny it, she can't: she worries.
he finds flowery around a few corners, down a few streets. in a quiet part of town. it'll stay that way, for now – ralsei clasps his hands together and a little detour! → sign pops up at the end of the street to direct traffic elsewhere.
give the guy a little privacy to recollect himself. you know? ralsei understands it well.
“ . . . hi, ” he says, tail-tip twitching. he blinks, slowly. “ no, no, i was . . . um, i wasn't sleeping. ”
a pause. ralsei tilts his head, frowning slightly. “ are you . . . alright? ”
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