#lettersforhersunshine

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“I, Dio, refuse to be the marriage counselor for one fool pining after a rainbow milf when I have my own on speed dial.”

@lettersforhersunshine​

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

Lyra was lost in thought as she wandered around the stalls of the Vytal festival. Normally she’d be so wrapped up in this cultural exchange of Remnant that she’d be talking someone’s ear off, but it seemed at this moment there was nobody to talk with. Breeze and Tarin were off training for their doubles match and Cyan had left to find some old friends from Mistral, leaving the young Warden-in-training completely on her own.

“Thanks guys. Definitely a great idea, leaving me alone in a massive crowd of people.” She mumbled to herself, pausing at an intersection of food vendors and trinket sellers. Light glinted off of some small necklace, making Lyra turn her head, but then she froze. Ahead of her, looking over the menus of several stalls, was someone that put the sun itself to shame.

oh shit that was you?? didnt know you were expecting congrats!

The statue was a thing of beauty. He could not place his finger on exactly why. By all accounts, it was nothing special. A depiction of a horse, made out of some sort of faux-marble. The location leaved little to be desired as well. Some school for commoners, molding children into productive members of society. Much had changed in his century of slumber, and public education was no different, but that was besides the point.

When Enrico had told him about the statue’s curious nature, Dio had scoffed. But the more his dear friend had described it, the more uneasy the vampire became. And now that he stood in the presence of it, he found that he understood what Pucci meant.

Stand users were drawn to other Stand users. It was an inescapable magnetism. This statue was similar, like it... No, dash that. This statue was not like a Stand. It was akin to something else. Its ominous presence reminded him of that mask made out of stone. For all he knew, they could have been carved from the same block.

“ Ah, Celestia! You made it! Hehe, it seems each time you arrive here, everything tends to gets a bit brighter. ” Selene beams up at the white alicorn with a wide smile, quick to trot up to her side.   She may seem to be getting a bit over-excited, but visits from her multi-dimensional sister tended to do that. Especially one that isn’t, oh , you know- corrupted, evil, and trying to destroy everything.