Fictober Day 21: Impressive, Truly
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From the moment she was crowned the Aranha of Aucèux on her 2nd birthday, Moissette had known she would never get a truly normal childhood. And honestly, that was mostly fine by her. She already had had an off-the-charts IQ that gave her the maturity of a grown woman within two years after her birth, so she was never going to be a normal child in the first place. And as exhausting as her job could be, she could still set her own hours and use her free time to manufacture a semblance of childhood.
And currently, her favorite way to do so was a sleepover with Emilet.
Since Emilet had moved into the Cathedral apartments after Moissette had chosen her along with Josquin and Qualil for her companions, it was really a question of which part of the complex they would sleep in, Emilet's apartment or Moissette's suite. Other than that, the entire Cathedral was fair game for any sleepover mischief the two girls might cook up. Which was how, on this particular late evening, Emilet ended up lounging on Moissette's throne while Moissette pranced about in front of the dais as a sniveling caricature of Raimbaut.
“And I demand that my demanding list of demands be carried out immediately as soon as I finish demanding my list of demanding demands,” Emilet's tiny voice boomed as she waved a dismissive hand in the air and made her best pompous face. “I demand it, do you hear me? I demand it!”
Moissette tried not to laugh as she quivered with exaggerated terror and feigned a ridiculous stutter. “W-w-why y-y-yes of c-c-course m-m-mea d-d-drolla g-g-g-gr-grazida, your d-d-d-demands sh-sh-sh-shall b-b-b-be d-d-done!”
“But first!” Emilet declared, holding up a finger. “I demand that you perform an expert ballet dance right this moment. And you shall make it up on the spot, and I demand that it shall be magnificent!”
Breaking character, Moissette raised an eyebrow. “Raimbaut doesn't dance, though.”
“HE DOES TODAY!!!”
“Oh y-y-yes f-f-fine alright, I-I-I-I do t-t-today!”
Now, Moissette was a good dancer, and no one in the empire hesitated to tell her that she was better than all other aucelais. She could barely recall a time when she hadn't known how to dance well. So if anything, pretending to dance badly was actually more of a challenge for her, and Emilet knew that. If anyone else had asked her to do so in a game or otherwise, even Josquin or Qualil, Moissette would've rudely refused at best.
But Emilet was...Emilet.
So Moissette obliged.
Taking a deep breath, the young ruler tossed herself up and down in the air, flailing her no longer chubby arms and legs wildly while still managing to land en point instead of crashing to the floor. A few bungled arabesques and grand jetes later, she threw in a few gargoyle faces for good measure.
To her credit, Emilet kept her bored expression. “Impressive, truly,” she drawled. “I now demand you add a song to your routine. Lighten my dreary spirits.”
Oh, now this Moissette could do. Stifling a wicked grin, she took a deep breath, and as she made her next flailing leap, opened her mouth…
“NNNYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Emilet lost it. Doubling over, the tiny girl slipped out of her seat and tumbled to the ground tittering. Moissette finally crashed to the ground, also in a giggling heap.