#pleiades.event

[legendsvng]

location: ritrinc, in the middle of the moon harvest festival.

　　it was that time of the year once again. the townsquare was filled with music, loud and joyous. people danced and clapped along as skilful bards strummed their lutes and fiddles to the tune of "the maiden of the sea" - although their voices were being drowned by the less harmonious chorus behind them. all of it happening underneath a breathtaking night sky, stars sparkling like diamonds above them. all while the waves soothingly crashed against the rocks that held beacon's reach up high. the message from the sixteen-headed beast, giving their people their blessing to continue celebrating a plentiful harvest. 　　a jovial celebration for most, but a necessary commitment to the young solomon. it was his responsibility as a prince and royal member of the house saewine to join in on the celebrations, it being such an important date to his kingdom. his father sat in the middle of a grand table, ordering the bards to indulge him with "the lion and the unicorn" next. while his mother gossiped with some of the noblewomen visiting the kingdom just to join in on the festivities. as for his siblings, only the beast knew where they were. 　　the blaring of the flutes and lute started to drill the prince's ears very early into the night, which made him decide to take a break and move to the shore. cedric flapping his wings right behind him, not without having stolen a bunch of grapes for himself first. 　　there was no intent for solomon to swim - in fact, he was quite overdressed for such an occasion, bearing a blue tunic with silver lining and a sash to match, a fresh cotton undershirt and trousers, all capped with high boots to avoid any sand slipping inside his shoewear.

　　yes, there were some people swimming and splashing around already, but the shore was vast. vast enough for solomon to walk not too far away, and find himself alone. the singing and dancing being now mere background noise while he took in the beauty of a peaceful sea. cedric soon landed on a nearby rock, still carrying his grapes on his pitch black beak. the sight did bring solomon a good laugh, moving close towards him and stealing a couple of grapes for himself. 　　"do not get too greedy, my dear cedric. this night is all about sharing." he sighed, turning his head back to the festival behind him. "we will return later. i promise." reluctantly so.

[444df]

i'm not going anywhere until you let me help.

🍑- "I can't imagine how you must feel." There was a moment where the guardsmen who'd accompany the prince would try to usher him away. To be of royal status was like a golden key, opening life to many of the precious and prized opportunities that were afforded them. Some went out of their ways to make their lives much more comfortable-- but to what end? The prince smiled upon those that chose to entertain small interactions with a foreign prince. The guards created a formation, providing people fluid motion but a quick recovery and retreat if necessary. Dree ignored them. Mostly. He did know it was best to still be aware of their movement to accommodate.

"Here. Gifts from Chasque." The prince offered the flower that was tucked behind his ear to one of the children. He gifts them both a considerable size amethyst from a pocket fashioned along the inside of the wrapped silks. "Make sure you keep these safe," he whispered to the two in awe at the gem. The clenched it and darted off to their parents. Their nimble gestures were swift. Uncoordinated. Sudden. The two dodge the crossing people. One passerby gets tripped up and falls victim to circumstance. He watched the small crowd stifle, making room for the man to sink to the ground or stabilize.

Dree stands in as acting support. "Oh no~," he exclaimed. Doe eyed. Genuinely concerned. His hand clasped to his chest. He offers himself to assist if he was within his ability - physically or emotionally. "Are you alright? I may be overstepping bounds, but I'm not going anywhere until you let me help."

[444df]

you never let me help out.

🍑- There was an ounce of guilt that Dree hid. His thumb pressed into the palm of his other hand as he made his plea quite obvious. With the growing numbers of their peers, nobility, and commonfolk, it wasn't difficult to really decipher the impressionable from the forgettable. Though, Dree stood not too far from Dante. The peach plucked from his nectar-glossed lips. His chew circling the sweet fruit as he watched yet another exchange, only enhancing the succulence of the fruit. He sighed to himself, shaking his head as he leaned in to whisper.

Dree puts on the theatrics.

"It wouldn't be so bad if you would've allowed me to work my gods-given talent." The sigh was to exaggerate the tone. Disappointment. Oh, the despair. He took another bite, retreating from his ear out of distaste and ill-manners to do such an act so close. It would've been unbecoming of the changeling prince. "You never let me help out." Dree bites back a building snicker. "You owe me two dances for enduring this, by the way."

[444df]

"let me try for a second."

🍑 - There was a beautiful exchange between one of the dignitaries and the Chasquean prince. Dree graced the other's shoulder with a light touch. Leaned in. They'd share what appeared to be chirps of laughter. Neither of them ignored the audience they'd slowly build over the passing hour. Between them, they used it as a catalyst for their audible admissions. He'd nurse the flower that he was given; in honor of the harvest, as a token. Perhaps he selfishly cherishes this gift. He inhaled the scent and a moment of infatuation glossed over his features with the twinkle in his eyes. The natural flushing of his rosy cheeks seemed to radiate much more. It was innocent.

Mostly. Dree was a kindred soul, just indulging on the romantic things in life. The whispers of rumor would certainly set the eager ears ablaze. He looks to the gentle thrums of those strings, and he shook his head.

"I applaud your efforts." Dree slipped the flower behind his ear and extends it, silently asking for possession of the instrument. He was careful not to display imprudence or tactlessness. "Perhaps you ... let me try for a second?" The songbird soon wiggling in his seat and his bosom swelled like a brave sparrow.