#midsommar2019

midsommar (2019).

SCENE START ( @scionspurgatory​ )

Being out in public had never been Rinea's forte. Back in Rigel, it was difficult to step foot out of the villa with her betrothed. She rathered to spend her time in the garden, dancing, or perhaps even reading. There was a list of what she enjoyed and would rather be doing than go out, but there was a reason why she was like this, it wasn't as if she was slothful. No, not at all. Rinea never contemplated herself to enjoy lazying the day off, not at all. More or less, the people on the outer side of the castle walls were her problem; it was not as if anything was wrong with them, it was just their thoughts or how they judged her. Even if they didn't say anything to her, their stares hid something that gave her chills. Even with other nobles of Rigel, it was difficult to stay in the publicity. But even though this how she thought of it, she knew these were her duties.

That's what she found so calming about Garreg Mach. There was no way that she felt as if she was being stared down, at least, most of the time. Which made her let herself a little looser and carefree around others with her beloved when they spent time together, and this was no exception.

Walking between the groups of townsfolk, there was a gentle smile on her face as they made their way to the different types of vendors. Though shopping wasn't her preference, there were several items to gawk over, much collected from pieces she's seen in Rigel. What was different is they seemed to have different types of booths. Though, a vendor with the title of 'costumes' had caught her attention, which she has accidentally ended up dragging Berkut along with her at the exact moment she spotted it.

He jumps at the sound of his name and readies himself, though the catlike reflexes he’s prepared are for naught. There are no pies for him to dodge. He’s still bitter he’s missed out on most of the fun, but maybe it’s for the best. He’s heard the cleanup after the fact was... pretty extensive.

At the mention of his brows, he chuckles. “I’ve done worse.” He focuses next on the ring, blinking in surprise before gratefully accepting it, looking it over betwixt thumb and index finger. “Wow. Thank you!” He’d heard of these, but hadn’t been able to get his hands on one himself. “This should come in handy,” he says with a smirk, though a serious expression - one that does not suit the chipper lad - steals briefly across his features.