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n1ghtsongs-deactivated20250913

the pause extends , despite the conversation surrounding them . no magic casts itself and yet there is an element of security here . through her peripheral , the priestess eyes her high lady . the way she fixates her face , the way she clears her throat as an automatic response . and how am i meant to keep you safe and trying in this new realm ? what if the threat grows ? it pains meera when she is unable to control the emotions bubbling up , adding complexities to what bothers them . “ still we will search . if there's one thing you can always count on from me , it's the endless search . and the reminder to try . ” the creed of the mother calls for such displays of what could be said as bravery , but what meera struggled to identify as anything . simply there , simply there . just as within des's presence , somehow she could simply be there too . “ and a reality check when we no longer can . ” a sniff . “ and when a woman is not truly relaxed in her chair . ” so the look has not wandered from studying her face , making it clear about whom meera speaks .

stxrfclls

the relationship between a high ruler and their high priestess differred from court to court, from each pair alone. desmera has no clue the finite details of how her mother was with meera's predisesor, but sometimes she wonders if the way she and the other is unique to just them. is the dynamic they share original or standard ? questions she doesn't ask, ones she won't speak to meera or another high ruler. ones that simply become burried in her heart and mind alongside plenty of other thoughts that never see the light of day. " i know i can always count on you, meera. " in many ways, but there was no need to go into all of that right now. she lets it hang, linger in the air when she absolutely expects the other to catch her deep meaning. a scoff, one that turns into a laugh slips from the high lady. she glances at meera with a slightly amused grin, " do you blame me ? it's difficult to calm when we are yet to be in our own court. "

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × threads ❜

closed for : @ethercvl @n1ghtsongs

" they have such lovely baubles at this booth. " the high lady of winter offers the praise loud enough for the vendor to hear, but her conversation is merely meant for the companien she'd brought along on her shopping journey. best to not have asked her master of coin, the lady of winter was certain that her ledgers alone were quite lengthy indeed. worried not, winter was prosperous in her own way. " what do you think ? have you found a favorite yet ? "

#❜ — closed starter ⁎ ✳#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧 × high lady of winter ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐬 × threads ❜

n1ghtsongs-deactivated20250913

algernon remains with his arms crossed , and those who witnessed him might even say he's pouting . well , it's a rather delicate and purposeful pout if so , but in actuality , he's frowning at julian's question . “ as if i'd ever ask you anything so absurd ! ” comes the bluster . “ could you imagine the scandal that would cause ? the sheer disappointment on the lady of summer's face as we frolic like a couple of boys ? no . that's not it . ” the scholar realises , belatedly , perhaps he should have succumbed to the need to share in the euphemism — but that wouldn't make this what it was , would it ? where he was fairly difficult , and julian blusters in return , and somehow that results in a torrid twister of an affair , one which rivals the monsoons blowing up from the eastern shores . he then realises he heard go on the summer leviathan — instead of over . the flush only increases . the master of coin , out here playing with the gilded strings of algernon's heart , making him mishear ? he ought to … something . he'll think of it . “ not on nor over , ” he remarks . “ it was actually about the recent overlapped purchases between spring and day . ” this may , or may not , have anything to do with a particular spiced wine , a known aphrodisiac .

stxrfclls

julian's gaze is a mix of amusement and interest as it falls upon the other fae. he can't help it – the frown is rather adorable. will he admit that aloud ? unlikely. at least, not in this exact moment. " the lady of summer has far better things to focus on than the pair of us. " he says with a small chuckle. not quite arguing, he still remains pleased with the double meaning of his statement and how he really will be pleased regardless of which way this conversation goes. intellect and debauchery, the pair are known well for both and it's perhaps why they continue to fall together for either action. nothing feeds that part of him in the way algernon does, both carnal desire and intellectual polished off by the same creature. it might mean something, it probably does, but the spring fae remains on the surface far too often these days on such matters to realize it. and the tint of flush on the other's face ? the closeness the pair currently orbit in ? intoxicating. he sighs lightly, " and what has been in such demand between our courts ? " interested, though still far more leaning into the hungrier parts of him in the presence of the other. perhaps he's confused his wines.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 × master of coin for spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 × threads ❜

n1ghtsongs-deactivated20250913

“ and what if it was mine ? to keep the zarathin matriarch happy and my niece well - dressed ? ” counters the spring lord as he walks in on the curse . hooking thumbs to the soft lips of his tunic as he crossed the small space now created for this surmising of their accounts , taking a simple approach to seat himself upon the edge of the other provided chair . hilarious , how his posture so matched julian , but otherwise , nothing about them meshed . and yet when roland tries to imagine another mind behind the purse strings , he simply cannot . so it goes with his inner circle . “ but i'm not here about the dresses , julian , i'm here about the trade agreements . do we have problems ? ” he should have something of the reports scattered about this small area .

stxrfclls

eyebrows raise, and julian's mind is riddled with questions. a gossip at heart, he only reigns it in because he possesses a modicum of self control. his eyes do all the speaking anyway, locked upon his high lord as the other moves to share his space even further. " i can hardly stop you, but i would be remiss not to mention the excess, my lord. " spoken politically, and yet there is a touch of amusement in his tone. it's true, roland can do whatever he wants, but julian's job had and would remain to this court's coffers, which would also involve advising the lord when it would be smart to reign in his spending. a sigh, a shuffle of papers, there's much on his desk but he's aware of where the notebook that contains this information sits. with a ruffle of papers, it's secured in his hand, and his gaze sweeps the latest note additions. " letters have come via pigeon that most trades have remained steady despite the lack of presence in many courts. autumn put in a large request for florals recently, to which our master gardener drew an eyebrow at the reasoning but approved none the less. " there were more notes, but he didn't feel the need to get into each small detail.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 × master of coin for spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 × threads ❜

closed for : @darkstmercy

the spring lord did what those fae do best, admired the summer flora and foliage. it was impressive how many of the blooms rivaled that of spring, but the color was far deeper and richer. the shapes, the petals… he could go on, but likely there were other things the master of coin ought to focus on like how much his high family was spending at this lavish affair that would then give him pages of ledgers to balance upon the conclusion. a heavy sigh causes his turn from the blooms, and he pauses when another is glancing upon him. " admiring the flowers, or here to question of our financial status ? " comes his light tease.

#❜ — closed starter ⁎ ✳#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 × master of coin for spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 × threads ❜

n1ghtsongs-deactivated20250913

the autumn seamstress gawks , the fire within her irises incredible and bright as she observes the dragon in her dance . hands clasped beneath , still strewn of ribbon from her recent project , and although there was a call to ignore her , well , serena simply can't . her cheeks flush as though she is the one upon the drake's back , enjoying the soar through the air . “ playful ! i would say so . she did a lovely roll and dive there . i've never seen a dragon move quite like that … not that i have seen many dragons , only recently ! of course . ” she clears her throat , adjusts the sheer cover - up from her time in the waterfall , after which she had received a burst of inspiration and needed to get back to work . hence , the ribbons . “ it depends … you're here , and so am i , and i have this . would you mind modelling it for me ? ” she pulls the full hat out from behind her back . an intricate work of brocaded flowers in turquoise and pink , with a wide - brimmed hat . “ i need to see how the ribbon falls on … someone , ” explains she , still flustered by it . and her own boldness in giving into the approach , however accidental , of a dusk fae .

stxrfclls

it's incredibly easy to spot a non - dusk fae when you quickly learn the sighs. intrigue and interest in the dragons instead of possessing the ability to ignore them or find them commonplace would be chief amongst that list. his eyes remain on the bright haired fae, trying to learn if he can guess a court origin on appearance. it'd come in handy. a slight chuckle leaves his lips at the words offered, and he relays it to velastra to be kind. she continues her playful antics in the sky as a result. " of course. " echoes he. " some of them are far less reserved, velastra is young, she enjoys showing off for any audience that will watch. " though he still doesn't enjoy the attention it draws, there's clearly no stopping it and the flight path is harmless. eyebrows raise, and his eyes take in whatever she holds. his curiosity is piqued, something the dusk fae can't deny. " and what would that entail ? " questions he, taking in the further produced item still with curiosity and not wariness. he has a daughter, the man is difficult to surprise or scare at this point. and he picks up on the stumbling, he leaves it be for now but quirks a grin. " i suppose that's a harmless request. "

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐧 × head gaurd of dusk ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 × threads ❜

closed for : @ethercvl @slivertm @n1ghtsongs

" you don't need a fifth flower crown, little star. " tae speaks to his daughter in a soft tone, but it still earns a large pout upon the young fae's lips as she looks upon her father. " that look will not sway my stance. " he adds, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and steering her towards one of the bakery tents. as they turn, he spots another, and the dusk fae offers a faint grin. " don't let the sweet face fool you, she turns feral if anyone gets between her and a sweet treat. " warns taelon, though done so in a very joking manner.

#❜ — closed starter ⁎ ✳#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐧 × head gaurd of dusk ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 × threads ❜

slivertm

an army of miniatures stand guard at the lip of the booth, shared with asha. their booth was an eclectic mix of potions on wooden tchotchkes - one worth exploring. after all, what better way to celebrate the great mother's victory than with one's own personal, hand-carved idol of the mother? how could one say no to that in the face of a grand show of faith at the hands of the high priestess - united.

"i carved them all myself," chevalier prompts proudly, framing them with an outstretched arm. "it should bring great blessings to have a figure of the mother with you."

chevalier and asha's shared woodcarving and potions booth.

closed for @stxrfclls, @ethercvl, @liuyan + @rosaxseer,

stxrfclls

it was a surprise to see the other fae mixing into the summer solstice as if they belonged here. it was a sight to be seen, though the general still felt the largest twinge in his chest longing for home. his gaze sweeps over the items in the booth, each delicately placed item that two fae have worked hard on. his hand drifts over the little carvings, fingers dancing a bit but not touching. " i do not think i need one of the mother. " he says with a chuckle as his eyes return to chev. " and how is it going ? " asked with genuine curiosity.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of autumn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × threads ❜

closed for : @ethercvl

it wasn't a horrible festival, though it did make him long for home even more. for the fall festivities that should be happening in a few months time where they had no clue if they would be home or not. it put an ache in the general's chest he did his best to mask. " are you enjoying the solstice, my lady ? " he doesn't wish his longing on another, but if any were to agree the general assumed it would be his high lady. " i'm certain serena has gone wild with the array of ribbons and whatnot available for her purchase. " if he knew his daughter, and evander had done his best to ensure that was true.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of autumn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × threads ❜

closed for : @n1ghtsongs

evander strolled with one of his trusted soldiers for a short time when he realized he'd been looming in the same spot for far too long – as brought out by the person he now walks with. a creature of habit, outside of his natural space, it takes these gentle reminders to encourage the autumn fae to actually participate. lucky he was pushed as well, for a few steps further brings him to a tent that his daughter seems to have claimed space in. " enjoying yourself ? "

#❜ — closed starter ⁎ ✳#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐬𝐬 × general of autumn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐞𝐯 × threads ❜

lichtundschattens-deactivated20

Despite having endured years of courtly etiquette, Ares still found himself mildly entertained by those who chose to ignore it altogether. And she did. Reila, with her bowstring tension and sharp little grin, had already made an impression without even trying. One he could respect, oddly enough. Maybe because she didn’t seem to give a damn whether he respected her or not. That kind of defiance was refreshing.

He tilted his head slightly, letting her words roll over him like a cold draft. No title. No performative politeness. Just fire wrapped in silk. Were all the Zarathins like this?

“All of the above,” he replied dryly, the faintest twitch of a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. “The people. The food. The plants that never die. The endless sunshine. And now, apparently, the Spring court’s habit of letting women skip decorum and go straight for the throat.” He gave her a look then, not quite a challenge, not quite admiration. Somewhere in the middle.

“That attitude,” he went on, “I’m guessing it’s a family trait. Like your jawline. Or your ability to look like you’re plotting my downfall with a single glance.” The smile he offered next was sheepish, maybe even charming if one squinted hard enough.

stxrfclls

in most situations, reila would seek out the betrothed of her sister and suss out whether or not the creature could be trusted or actually be a proper partner to those she held the most dear. but the spring lady had been quite occupied with her own affairs, with her own entanglement that she endlessly convinced herself was nothing. gods, she hoped her sister's betrothed had better things to do than to look into all of that too closely.

when he answers her, a twinge of sass she supposes, but mostly tolerates her response, reila realizes her sister certainly has had plenty of experience with the man for his lack of surprise is quite telling. a slight smirk twitches her lips, but she only allows a window before shutting it down. " some situations call for that, i highly doubt my sister calls you ' my lord. " she's certain eirena uses plenty of other words, actually.

a shrug, it's rare someone sees this side of reila so early on but if he is to be family… well, he's in for quite a lot. " tell me, ares, can you handle living with that exact jawline, attitude, and eminent demise at my hand should you hurt my sister ? or shall you join the rest of the men our parents have attempted to wed us off to ? "

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × threads ❜

closed for : @n1ghtsongs

she didn't want to feel this way about anyone, to be attracted to a creature of power her parents could twist and taint. reila had dreamt of finding a way to get her sisters out from under the thumb of their parents, and roland certainly would be that… but she didn't want to do that to him, to use him. and that ? it spoke volumes the spring lady had not yet been ready to allow herself to think of. his own interactions with her were bothersome enough. he enjoyed jabs just as she did, but she doubted it meant anything on his side. she hated that it seemed to mean something on her own. their last conversation played in her head alongside the others, and reila found her feet carrying her towards the high lord whether she consciously chose to do so or not. " you hardly look as if you are enjoying the festivities, my lord. " a greeting as good as any, sheer skirts rustling to a stop when she finds herself fully before him.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 × lady of spring ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 × threads ❜

shvdwscng

most days it was an effortless task to forget his surroundings when tied up with his duties, but slight shifts in air and or a foreign sight would remind kalore just how far they were home. where they were trapped was now becoming less of a concern, rather of how long would they continue to be moved from one to another. the barrier remained steady, but this didn't surprise the commander simply because the magic itself has been thrown out of balance, it would take time for it to stabilize. there were still far more concerning matters, beginning with gaea. nonetheless, with the danger vanishing just a day prior, kalore also found just bit of a reprieve and with it a desire to relish this quiet time with siara. it was temporary, he didn't dare trust it would last long but he simply could not allow his mind into unwanted directions. " it will continue this way until we've been realized by our deity or the magic itself." he wasn't entirely sure his lover would take his suggestion all too seriously, though they both knew they'd not had much time together and what else was there to do as they gather more information about the rumors of a new gaean ruler? her remark drew a smirk as his onyx gaze remains on her, glittering in amusement as the topic of her attire enters. "i struggle to find the cons of this suggestion..." it's a faint jesting, and in truth, he much prefers to remain in their chambers and out of the sun. their quarters had been placed in a wing that did allow for some shade as the sun began setting. in a rare occasion, the commander to shed his normal darker coats and was seen in shirts. dark hues still, as he refuses to done brighter colors but enough to where he's not sweltering. most of summer traipsed with little to no clothing, and it was about the only similarity that would be shared with the night court. "little shadowsinger, you found another court where despite the flaws here, your attires are actually fitting." he squeezes her arm, allowing his lips to linger at her temple. despite their banter, kalore felt lingering bits of unease roll off her, because while danger has passed, too much remained unaccounted for it and gnawed at him as well. he drew her to his chest, "it felt almost too easy, that is part of the uncertainty. one passes, another is lurking, it's only a matter of time. this time, however, we will remain ahead." he squeezes her hand in return, "for the time, i do mean when i say we ought to make use of this temporary peace before it's snatched from us."

stxrfclls

she was not a social creature by nature, but she was forced when situations called for it. safe to say their continued confinement to be within a close vicinity to one another was one of those moments. a continued space of time where she remained masked, appearing aloof, but not entirely closed off. she walked a fine line of not appearing to be a total bitch but also not the type of creature another felt they could simply walk up and be the best of friends. time with kalore was like a salve on the burn of continued fake behavior, a moment where the shadowsinger could be herself, breathe. siara wasn't even totally a closed off and rude person, she just didn't grant every fae she crossed paths with her true self. it had to be earned. " if we are forced to endure one more celebration in confinement, i shall riot. " admits she. it's hardly as if this was a bad thing, it meant more people were out and about, it would be easier to dig up dirt on the new gaean ruler – something that had kept the pair of lovers too busy to really enjoy time with one another lately. at least here they could do it together, two birds and one stone. laughter slips from her lips, and she leans a bit more into his touch. " if only, my love. " she says gently, the smile remaining on her lips. masks or otherwise, siara couldn't help but be softer, smile more, and actually even laugh when she was around kalore. strange how someone as prickly as her brought out the brighter side of her. a teasing hum slips from her lips, and the most wicked glint flits through her eyes. " i almost miss the scandalized looks offered at my attire, though i wonder how far i might go before my commander whisks me back to his room. " voice in a sing song nature, she knows he won't do that now, not when they have important tasks, but the dress she's chosen this time certainly is befitting of her night court attire. if not a bit more revealing in the heat of the summer sun. a soft sigh leaves her lips when kal puls her in more, and she relaxes into his embrace, closes her eyes for a brief moment. " you know as well as i that relaxing into this is impossible when the gaean ruler has yet to be revealed. " she says softly, looking up at kalore through her lashes.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 × spymaster of night ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 × threads ❜

slivertm

the high healer hums, nodding her head along to the tune adrift in the air, moved by the musicians performing in the square. her chocolate curls, coiled tightly around themselves bounce as the rhythm moves through her. it was a pleasant jig - partners and children weaving about each other thoughout the square, some dancing together in a simply choreography and others to the beat of their own drum. she'd stomp along if she wasn't alone, perched on the stone rim of the fountain, enjoying the ambience around her.

the melody changes. a groove worth digging into. "oh, i love this song!"

outdoor fountain square.

for @vivianvaldemar, @n1ghtsongs, @ethercvl, @stxrfclls, and @lichtundschattens.

stxrfclls

it was hardly as if sophrenia was a sad creature, longing for home and obviously weeping around any who approached her. she remained filled with her normal amount of energy, of spirit. it hardly meant the girl didn't struggle, as if she didn't miss her home, but days like this ? it made things a bit easier. it's why she gravitates towards those she loves, family or otherwise. " the musicians have been doing so lovely tonight. " responds the cousin as she moves to plop herself down on the fountain ledge beside her cousin.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚 × lady of dawn ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 × threads ❜

closed for : @darkstmercy

the lady of summer was in her natural element, enjoying the solstice to its highest extent. it was the one event a year nerina tried to make it back for, and while circumstances were a bit different this time, she still was pleased for it. glad her sister went ahead with celebrating as it should happen. and when the dragomir spots a familiar face in the crowd ? well, she slips through with ease, plants herself next to the other fae. " well, what do you think about it this year ? personally, i could do without the long waits to make a flower crown. the one i've got on is from last year. " as evident by the fact that the petals and greenery were all dried, but it was a vibe the lady didn't entirely hate.

#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫 × lady of summer ❜#✶ * ⁎ ⋆ 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 × threads ❜

shvdwscng

the sight of his little sister was enough to do away with any lingering tension that might be hovering around the high lord of dawn. they all lived in closer quarters than in dawn, but he swears he feels as if he scarcely sees her, the rest of his siblings, or the woman he loves. since kabir appeared and they had all be pulled at their wits end. it was a fear of cord struck with saint the moment kabir showed his face again, not know what mayhem he would start up as he had in dusk, hunting the gifted fae, knowing their sister rosa was one of them, spying on their every move. he had placed every guard of dawn to his family and to lux, but saint had known, that only the end of this terror reign would secure him safety for his loved ones. killing the boy hadn't been desired, but it was the only way possible, as difficult as that call was to make as he held nothing but compassion for lady sitara. it had somewhat surprised him that she did not beg for her son's life nor talk them out of it, and for that reason alone, his guilt would not vanish so soon. saint is reminded once more, why he never wanted this title. for their father, killing had been a blink eye decision, but he suppose it was all the more reason why the late high lord of dawn was never fit to rule. he had to take their father's life and every time he peers into the face of his sibling and pretend not to know why their father was suddenly gone, that tightening appears.

he's not surprised sophie's the first to locate him, she has this rather uncanny ability. as if her very thoughts aided her in tracking her brother swiftly as she would think of him. the smile on his features stretches as her frame comes into view, his feet swift to shorten the distance as saint stands before her. "and for that, i am the most grateful for that, i cannot think of a better way of beginning my morning than with my sister." he drops a kiss to the crown of her head before stepping back, "the most peaceful one i've had in months. i don't mind going again, if you'd like to?" he offers, when was the last they'd done that together? "did you sleep well?"

stxrfclls

something about a festival made sophrenia relax a bit more into their summer status. she still felt unnatural, despite the real season being appropriate. the jarring jump from solar to seasonal court, as a fae born of dawn, had yet to fully leave her. unsettled, but working on it. each day that passed had soph waiting, hoping they would be released, longing for home, and yet here they remained. making the best of something was not impossible for her, but the dawn lady still relied on her loved ones to help brighten her spirit when it struggled. it meant that the combination of her brother and the festival had the youngest galathenia was in a wonderful mood. finding him first was lucky, she would happily take advantage.

" what shall we see first ? shall i irritate your master of coin and request more gold be spent on me ? " teases she with a bright and shining smile. her eyes float about the space, taking in nearly everything she could with a hungry nature. soph was excited to see what the summer court had to offer. " oh, i know! " the younger sister loops an arm through her brother's, pulling him easily as she expects him not to protest. " flower crowns. you can make one for the pretty fae you think you're hiding affections for. " it's the first she's mentioning it, but soph was not ignorant to the rumors of her brother and an autumn fae.

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