#falchionsense

"Well, yeah, but that was before that horse tried to kill me --" There's absolutely no way he's visiting that particular stable again, no matter how much Lucina wants him to. According to her, the horse just needs to get used to his presence -- it's hardly believable, though, if you consider their past encounter.

  Honestly, the only thing pushing Zelos to even move an inch off of his bed this morning was the promise of gorgeous flowers wearing gorgeous flowers. On the train ride over he could already tell the look of excitement most of the visitors had caked on their faces, not hesitating to flirt with some of the women on the train. Today was going to be spectacular, he felt it in his bones.

  After arriving and becoming more familiar with the area and local women, Zelos even received a flower bracelet accessory from a rather cheerful boy, waving goodbye to spectate the you know whats. There looked to be plenty to do, plenty of women to meet, plenty of women to woo. Some girls were already flocking around him, satisfying his want for their attention, but he felt like he wanted something..different.

  Thus began his search. He wandered around tirelessly for a couple hours, most reactions being the same as the last. That was until.. One woman in particular stood out to him. She was delicately holding a flower arrangement he assumed she obtained while wandering around the festival herself, sitting on one of the benches. Her form reminded him of royalty, the way she sat, the way her hair carefully laid on her shoulders. Her smile, gentle and caring, like it was only reserved for the arrangement and the arrangement alone. She looked to be having a rather nice time, though he felt she'd have an even better one with him. Dismissing his entourage and a promise he'd see them again--he wouldn't, probably--he made his way over to the unsuspecting female. He'd be surprised if men hadn't tried to advance on her before, amazed by the fact that she was even more astonishing up close.

  "If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought this festival was held in honor of your beauty." ..Hopefully that'd catch her attention. Beautiful flowers commemorating a beautiful girl, sounds about right. 

     If there was one good thing Sion had an eye for, it was beauty. Beauty lead to many wonderful paths such as peace, and happiness. An ugly world isn't a happy one to be living in after all, and there wouldn't be any peace in a world like that. While some would disagree that it really was important, Sion would have to disagree with them.

     Twirling his finger around some stray strands of hair, he paused and looked at what appeared to be a confused young woman. His eyes drifted to the shop she was staring at and raised a brow. Perhaps she was going to get a hair cut or something.

     There was something she said that caught his attention.

     By now he would have walked away because it didn't matter to him what people did, he didn't have the right to tell them otherwise and he barely knew what she was planning. Until she had spoken, or rather just been mumbling to herself.

     Taking a few long strides over to her, Sion's lips curved into a small smile and he took some strands of her hand into his hand. After that, he gently pressed his lips against them all romantic like, and looked up at her.