#magimarga

            Cassim was finished with the work for the day, rather early too, so he could go and have a quick smoke and relax. However, he spotted a little girl wandering around, eyes taking a look around. Her clothes were not of the ones here in Balbadd. If anyone knew Cassim, kids were the only ones who did not receive his hostile attitude, unless they were a pompous little brat who deserved a good punch. He walked over and spoke up, “You lost, kid?”

It was one of these slow winter afternoons that seemed to not want to pass. It was already dark, but not yet late enough to go to sleep, and Kouha just didn't quite know what to do. Not even Koumei wanted to come along with Kouha on a stroll through the gardens that were despite nightfall still rather bright due to the white snow everywhere and moonlight. Groaning annoyed Kouha had grabbed Koumei's additional robes that lay over some chair, thrown them over his own shoulders and just stomped out, ignoring for now his brother's interjactions that he please shall return the robes later.

In some sense being alone in the gardens even felt good. It was completely silent, not only hushed voices like in the palace. The air was cold and clear and calmed Kouha's boiling blood fast. The moon and the stars looked nice, and if it wasn't so fucking cold, he would have liked to sleep here in the garden tonight.

Suddenly Kouha was pulled out of his head by something hitting his back. What- …? He turned around, lifting the long robes some so they didn't twist around his legs, and stared at a little girl. He'd never seen this girl before, and to be honest she didn't look like someone from Kou. Did one of their servants have a child with a slave from another country? Why was she running around alone in the cold like this?!

@magi-marga​ asked ; Marga frowned as she looked around the courtyard--she had lost her ball and couldnt find it anywhere! It was the one thing keeping her entertained while her guardians were in..some sort of meeting? She couldnt remember what about. Though they called it 'grown up stuff'. Spotting Jafar, she went over and tugged on his robes. "Excuse me, have you seen my ball? I can't find it"

The meetings with Reim’s representatives seem to be going well. Or so Ja’far hopes as he walks quietly through the courtyard. Lost in his own thoughts, he’s drawn out by a gentle tug to the back of his robes. He stops and turns toward the young girl behind him, his features softening.

Mercy, but she does have a lot of questions. Luckily, Spartos is a man of endless patience and a soft spot for little ones.. even if he oftentimes doesn't quite know how to handle them. He manages to maintain his unflappable demeanor as he considers how best to answer her.

Well, almost.

❝Thank you for the compliment, miss,❞ he murmurs with a bow of his head, a hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. It fades quickly enough as he moves on. (And surely, she doesn't mean...)

Send ❄ to throw a snowball atmy muse!

@magi-marga

Winter was a weird season to Kouha. Darkand wet most of the time, too cold to wear shorts and shirts only, though alsosomehow too warm to get the fur coat from the dresser. But! There were also thosevery rare days when it was actually cold enough for snow and as if it was someother kind of snow everyone suddenly hyped up and ran outside.

Kouha had to admit that he, too, wassomewhat excited for this kind of snow from water. But being dragged out bysome girls that he wanted to not see him like some child, he tried to remain acold outside and acted unimpressed by the snow. Like that it went for a goodpart of the noon, walking around through the snow while more fell down, up anddown the streets, through parks, get a coffee and hot waffles sometimes as snackto warm up … Nothing eventful, but still better than school.

By dusk they came to sit on a big stone ina park, gazing up. It was … pretty, how the flakes were illuminated by thelanterns. By now it was only Kouha and that one girl at which’s place he hadbeen already the night before, it was a nice scenery, she became cold andsnuggled to him. Kouha could already imagine how the night would proceed and-

Flatsch.

Something hit into his neck, cold andimmediately starting to melt. It dribbled halfway frozen, halfway fluid down tohis collarbone and into his shirt and the teen turned around with a loud growl.One didn’t simply throw a snowball at Kouha Ren, even if he looked like a childand flirted with a girl that for once fit his body size (and thusly lookedquite young from the back, too).