Every Man's a King, Every King's a Clown || Kellan and Antonia
Kellan looked up when he heard a small voice, turning around to see a girl there. “Thank you,” he stood, moving from where he’d been crouching over some work, taking a grand bow in her direction. But then he smiled slightly, running a hand through his hair, “You should see my sister, she’s the dancer.” Not as much at the moment, pregnant, But usually Estelle could dance circles around Kellan, without a second thought. He dabbled in everything, acrobatics, dancing, assorted stunts, and every sort of performance he could think of. But the jack of all trades was only a master of one: storytelling. The rest was… impressive to everyone else, but not good enough for him.
"Happy Topsy Turvy day," he suddenly exclaimed, bouncing slightly as he spoke, "Is that what brought you to the Court this fine morning, Miss?" Usually, a stranger in the Court was ominous at best, always putting everyone on edge. But January sixth was the one day that wasn’t true. And today, anyone was more than welcome. Though this girl was a bit early for the festivities to begin.
Toni's eyes crinkled at the corners. "If she's anything like you, I'm sure she's incredible!" Ever one to wear her heart on her sleeve, the young girl made no attempt to hide her fascination.
"Topsy Turvy?" she giggled. "That's a funny name!"
His excitement was infectious, and Antonia found herself bouncing on her toes as well, much like he had. "What does it mean?" She'd never been to the Court before, but found herself uplifted by the energy in the air. For once, it seemed that something else matched her own sense of joy that always bubbled inside.













