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Make-believe and fairy-tales had been a major part of their childhood and Ilsa welcomed any form of it with arms wide open. The sweet happy stories and the more macabre. She didn’t really have a preference as she loved them all. So working at Fae Palace was the perfect occupation for her. She floated between tables, aided by the light fabrics that made up the costumes they wore.

She adored it.

Engel often called her a fairy, sprung from the adventures he and Annelie used to have, and she adopted that description into her very being. Even in still spaces her hair seemed to float, swaying in an absent breeze. It was moreso the way her hair was arranged that gave off that impression then any actual fairy magic.

If she was a fairy then she had to make it as believable as possible after all.

But the other thing Ilsa loved most about her job was getting to meet little kids who were fascinated by the fairy-themed cafe. Children and young kids were adorable.

“Oh darling, are you a little fairy~?” 

Ilsa’s feigned surprise turned into a genuine smile and she giggled as she crouched down to the girl’s level, picking a flower out from the collection of them that she had arranged in her own hair. She offered the soft peachy colored flower to the girl.

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Some days, when he wasn’t surrounding himself in fabrics or inks, Shu would head into the park. There were benches there and he would take Mademoiselle with him, setting her down on a nice pillow and do some reading or some smaller craftwork. 

The task of the day were small ribbon flowers. He had an assortment of different ribbons in different materials and colours. And a steadily growing pile of flowers, as they were very simple for him to make. As he worked he was having a soft conversation with Mademoiselle, though her responses weren’t audible. She spoke to him very little now, but he still liked to take her on outings and spending quiet moments with her.

As he’d been working he’d sewn a smaller flower to a bit of ribbon and then tied it around Mademoiselle’s hair, a complimentary headband to the flowery dress he’d dressed her in. 

Time passed peacefully in this manner for the young man. And it was really calming. Especially after the hectic breakfast he’d had arguing with Kanata over how much soy sauce was too much soy sauce. Truly sometimes his friend could be quite troublesome.

When he took a break to move Mademoiselle to a shadier part of the table, Shu realized there was a little girl standing at the end of the table, blinking at him. 

Shu stared back.