“Happy winter festival, Ferdinand! I hope you're not too busy to take a gift from me?” Lapis greets the noble, trying to be mindful of her posture and the volume of her voice but comes off more stiff and awkward, uncertain, as she approaches him— a bit too in her own head about the way he himself was the picture of nobility. Still, that doesn't stop her from doing what she had set out to do, and in his hands she places the gift bag she had prepared.
Peeking inside, he can find a deep crimson cape with some black trim, sewn to have a bit of flair to it so as to not be too plain.
“I wanted to make something that could help you seem distinguished even in battle. If you're going to be walking beside your knights in battle, you might as well have something that can help your men find you and shield you a bit from the weather too.” Indeed, it even has a hood, not unlike her own cape she wears into battle. “Ummm... I wasn't sure what colors you liked, but red's pretty striking, right? But battle comes with blood. And so it's an easier color to keep things looking the same, keep you looking strong, even if blood gets on it.”
Something to show he wouldn't flag and wouldn't mar his image. As far as she knew, bluebloods really did have to care about what they looked like to others and lead that way. It's what inspired her own anxieties in mimicking them after all.
“And... if you're gonna be looking after your people, a cape is a perfect source of spare cloth on the field to tear and bandage up people's wounds. You gotta keep going, as do the people you fight with. If this could help you and those you wanna be beside...”
Then she'd consider it a good use of cloth, no matter how tattered it gets.
Winter Festival
"Lapis! what great luck!"
there they were, two members of a society so entrenched in curation and performance— in the great divide of noble and commoner. the young woman respected the line drawn between them, yet the depths of her contributions made her soul a noble one. Ferdinand, bright-faced and bright-eyed, postured himself all too openly, with a cock-sure swing of his arms. she was one commoner that did not look at nobility with horns, and for that, the line felt less a line and more a bridge. one day more. two days more. someday soon, he would hope to walk that bridge with her.
"may I?" a pause. and only then did he slip his gloved hands into the bag to admire the cape that peeked from its covers. a shield and a banner, the kind of red that has parted lips and the cry of battle in mind. he held his breath, emotions first drawing out his brows before rounding his eyes. he hated to admit it, and loved it all the same: Lapis may have been one of the first to truly see him as a respectable commander. did that mean that it was working? that his service as a noble was being acknowledged? or did that mean that he had failed to perform nobly until now?
"why…" his beam is too kind to be that of a commander. too naive. he knows of blood but its stench has not reached skin-deep. he is too gleeful, too grateful. "…Lapis, this is tremendous! my heart is galloping like a dozen pegasi!"
"you have thought ahead ten steps for my one. is it so natural to think of tearing a gift so soon after recieving it? Lapis, I shall serve my soldiers well enough that I will not need to tear it!" what grand declarations when he knows war. he knows the roles they will serve in it, even if the board appeared differently in her shoes than it did his.
clearing his throat, he pulls the sturdy fabric over his shoulders, taking a spin. "well."
"if it comes to that, will you tear your cape for me as well? is this cape not hooded just like yours?" they had fought together on the battlefield, so he had gotten a glean of it moons past.
"if it comes to that, I will bleed with you. those front lines are for you and I alike."
what good use of cloth, that it could bind blood of blue or red.
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a little later, Lapis finds a present by her doorstep. Ferdinand knows the steps to those commoner dorms almost as well as the noble dorms now. he has counted, he has walked, and he laments almost, at how reality feels heavier with each step down. in a gift bag is an expensive rope belt, that appears to have braided cords, tough and painted in an exorbitant gold pigment.
Dear Lapis, may you find this belt well. It is of fine utility as it is a beautiful accessory. Please do not be afraid to wear it. One day, when you least expect it, you will climb to great heights and need something to help you up. Happy Holidays! - Ferdinand.














