little prince | welkerose ;;
「 母 」 —— Alma knows fairy tales aren’t real. She knows that dragons will blot out the sun and cast their large ominous shadows over the land below them as they prowl through the skies She knows there are no giants thirsting for blood, knows there are no trolls standing at bridges and exacting tolls from those who wish to cross. She especially knows that the princes and princesses in such fiction aren’t real, too, but after having met Kayeton, she really has to wonder. He says he’s not a prince and insisted that he is in no way a prince, even going as far to suggest that he isn’t even handsome enough to be like the men in her books. To her, however, she thinks he’s elegantly handsome, soft face and hands, despite his rough attitude. She really does think he’s beautiful enough to be just like the princes in her fairy tales, even if he doesn’t want to believe it. Spotting the familiar face in the crowd, she waves a hand to get his attention, calling out brightly, ❝ Ouji-sama, here, here! ❞ she even hops a bit so he has a better chance at seeing her. She is very short, after all, and can be easily lost in the sea of people. // @welkerose ;;
