#thelindblumtrio

[acosmicwayfarer]

🎃 Something else festive and long overdue for @silverymusings. 🖤

From: 🌹 All Hallow's Eve Ball 🌹

Arcane gaze perusing the features of all which walked its path, eventually, its resting place found an unknown mark, a curtain of made-up eyelids drawing closed over their starry stage.

"And so our paths cross yet again." She mused, her tone mild as it was mysterious.

Even as the wayfarer did not look upon him, she knew of the shadow eclipsing the candlelight at her side - how it was of an ominous familiarity. The weight it carried since the day they met had not changed... perhaps it had only grown more grave, in fact. Its solemnity was not without its repose, however. His was a welcome presence.

A soft shimmer crept across the ghostly white lengths of her ballgown as she then turned to face the table behind her. From it, she plucked a small serving of bruschetta, garnished with diced tomatoes, feta and spinach.

"Would you recommend this or the other, Branson?"

Looming over a vast majority of the crowd, save for this swordsman now among them, the raven-clad Burmecian too felt to be a staggering shade himself - one of which extended from the wayfarer in white with rather stark contrast. Another night set upon the star.

Wordlessly, he nodded to the former in her possession. Given the confirmation, Sal then offered Torin a piece from the tray before returning to contemplate the true breadth of the gala.

[rcsetorn]

@thelindblumtrio

╼ ༺ :||        Businesses had closed and swarms of townspeople drifted midst the square buzzing to and fro with the spur of artisans passing through their beloved city. Their thrill of jubilee resounded across rooftops, drawing a few listeners from their shingled perch, and even the flower stand had been abandoned in favor if witnessing the center of their captivation.

However, while those flowers may have been forgotten, it was Alexandria's grandest Rose which did not exempt herself from public excitement. Rather instead of the attempt avoiding any disruption towards the merriment, Beatrix was instead happily ushered through the applauding audience for a front line view where the music grew louder until the merry band was met face to face.

Ah...

One face indeed light up brighter than the others at first sight. To which.... Beatrix reigned in the reactionary response towards their blonde violinist. She'd witnessed enough of the classier members of society to know full well the varieties of admiration- and this was no such time to break soaring hearts. Especially when the next dedicated song strung next drew a roar in her honor.

Just appropriately so, the Alexandrian General's smile beamed from their genuity. Joining in on the crowd's merriment, she included a praising applause of her own. They were indeed talented. Bringing the square together in needed joy, that was the greater pleasure, and she would gladly acknowledge them that.