throughout their travels through blankets of space and seas of the cosmos , eventually they had come across worlds and beings both familiar and unfamiliar to her newfound companions , of which a world with an island , sunlight touching the tallest palm tree to each grain of sand and endless blue , is not exempt .
it seems the princess and the paladins are well-acquainted with a few who call this planet ‘ home , ’ and although the place is brimming in IDLE SIMPLICITY , everyone has found something to do : allura and coran are talking with some locals , and the paladins are either completing in intricate races along the beach or immersing themselves in the water . romelle , on the other end , finds herself far removed from the laughter and smiles and cheer ; how some part of her might have likened to join them , to be so blissfully carefree , but a greater part of herself is unable to abandon her fears for frivolousness —— when purple-magenta irises espy of one of the island’s seeming inhabitants , sitting upon a palm tree angled with the accessibility of seating , colours dusting fair fingertips and creating imagery on a small, spiral-bound canvas .
as the altean wanders closer , she cannot help but wonder what the female is preserving in artistry when she follows her gaze down below to find ... romelle’s jaw drops , the epitome of utter astonishment :
the cow ?
why is everyone so fascinated in this terran cow ?
but before the altean realises it , azure eyes have already taken heed of her presence and she is left stumbling in both SPEECH AND STEPS , feeling foolish for staring . ❝ oh ! ah ... g-greetings ... ❞
@ghostinglies / sc .
