#floraculum

  Woah, alright. Cindy steadied herself. She'd been taking this being whisked away thing in stride. Sure, she worried for her garage back home, but she was sure Pawpaw had it under control, but this. This. It wasn't as though she hadn't met royalty before, hell, she had become his main mechanic, but it was different when it wasn't just a royal, but The Oracle herself. Cindy had grown up listening to stories of her works across Eos, had seen newsprint of her now and again, and even dared to imagine what it might be like to meet her, to watch her wed and see her smile so soft and genuine as she had in those last few days before Insomnia fell. So now Cindy steadied her breath and adjusted her hat in some attempt at presentation before approaching the woman she never thought she'd ever get to meet.

If Cloud was honest with himself, he didn’t really like going up to the chateau very much. He wasn’t sure if it was his ‘country boy sensibilities’ as some people said. But places that looked expensive always made him nervous. Regardless, he had a job to do, so here he was.

Taking a breath, he walked in and up to the sheep at the front desk. After getting the directions to the room he needed to make the delivery to, he took the stairs up to the third floor. It always proved faster to take the stairs than elevators.

So he reached the 3rd floor rather quickly, and was soon knocking on the door of the recipient of the package in his hands. He shuffled a bit then looked up as the door opened. “Strife Delivery Service. You order we deliver.” He spouted the service’s tagline almost automatically. “Got a package for you.”

       It could be worse, he had decided. Way worse. The place could have been crawling with daemons, hell even MT’s and that would have been so much worse… but at least there would have been a sense of familiarity; he’d have known what to do. Now, the rare feeling of uncertainty and uneasiness weighed him down.

       There was one thing he was certain of though, and that was that he should technically… be dead. Memories of Insomnia’s downfall were hazy and waking up in that strange room didn’t exactly help convince him he was still sane. As strange as this place seemed to be… he had come to the conclusion that in fact, it could be a hell of a lot worse.

       Sheep Hell, he had affectionately nicknamed this place, wasn’t the worst place to be, except for the fact it kept throwing surprises right at him in full force. The first had been that guy in the Crownsguard uniform (he still hadn’t found out why the Crownsguard were here) and the second was Lunafreya Nox Fleuret just yards away from him. There was absolutely no way she here; it was a trick, right? Didn’t she have a wedding to plan? 

       Still, if this was her, he wasn’t going to let her know he was so obviously shocked to see her here nor was he going to allow his presence to remain unknown. So, with that air of confidence he was renowned for back in the Kingsglaive, he easily sidled up beside her and said with a hint of amusement in his voice, “Long time no see, your highness. Weren’t you supposed to be getting married?"

Roll out the carpet, because she’s here! An actual princess, in Stella City!

You’ll be staying in Gâteau Château Room #308! We hope that the accomodations are enough to your liking... Your two doggy companions can stay of course. And feel free to plant some flowers! I’m sure it’ll be a lovely addition to this city.