to be whimsical

@heatstroked​

The realm of daydreaming wasn't so much a realm as it was a presence of something more on the mundane world. A fae of lesser renown than Kimon-- Kimon's baby brother to be exact-- ruled over that dominion, and saw fit to ward Kimon away this day with his she'll-probably-try-to-kill-you-again-kimmy!'s and his but-you're-not-protected-on-this-plane-kimmy!'s and Kimon's personal favorite, don't-you-remember-what-happened-last-time?

Fortunately, the risk of being sizzled alive was really just more of an incentive. He’d always had something of a proclivity for the thrill of the pursuit. Kimon appeared in a swirling tempest of golden sand that glittered and sparkled in the harsh sunlight as it ran around him like fish darting through the air. The display dissipated in a theatrical, sparkling flash that left Kimon standing there before her, arms out at his sides among the wheat and sweltering sun in his most calculated pose of self presentation.

He waited for his due acknowledgement, practically baking in his velvet suit, as a silence stretched between them. Nitsa's gaze remained distant and undisturbed by his sudden appearance. She said nothing. Well, that was fine. It was easy for daydreamers to miss something spectacular the first time around. How very lucky she was then, that Kimon possessed such a consistent alacrity for putting himself on display.

Kimon summoned another twirling flash of sand for her sake, as he, again, struck his pose.

"Daydreaming on such a lovely day," he began by way of announcing himself, voice high and lofty with self-glorification, "it's like you're practically aiming to summon me. Don't worry, I'll spare you the tedium of going through the actual summoning process, I am here." He gestured to himself boldly with a sweep of his arms. "I have arrived."