#princelest

I'm sorry, what? Uh... This is a kingdom - yeah, Selphia. Kingdom of Selphia... Are you lost? [Blinks.] And why are you dressed so funny...? 

[Watches as the man approaches her, taking a few steps back and tightening her hold on Fern]  O-Oh, um… yes…!  W-What do you… n-need help with, M-Mister?

Good good good. [Smiles.] Well, you obviously need somthing since you do have a busy job, right? Is being a prince of a human settlement fun? [Tilts her head curiously.] Should have I been honored to talk to you like this? You are a prince after all.

Prince! [He returns the grin, meeting Lest half-way] Yes, I've returned. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you sooner! I underestimated how much work I left behind. [Sheepish laugh, rubs his shoulder] I've been well, thank you! How have you been? Well, I hope! Should I start back up on your wake-up calls?

Lumina tucked her pencil into her notebook and closed the book. "The next town over, you mean Mineral Town, right? I hear the library there is nice but I never get to go." Lumina giggled sillily, "Me? Nothing much just playing my piano...Hm, I guess the most interesting thing is that Frey taught me to fight a little while ago." Lumina blushed, a little embarrassed but flashed him a triumphant grin anyway. "What about you, how have you been?"

You're not like that. That and you're not inbred like our old royalty."

Lumina had been writing something down when she heard her name called, and saw it was Lest. “O-Oh? Lest, it’s been a while.” The last time she had seen him she had been dared to act like his waifu. Hopefully he wouldn’t bring it up. Lumina shrugged her shoulders glancing around at the town’s inactivity, “Yeah. It is pretty quiet, I’m sure it must be a big change from Selphia. So what brings you to town?”

…Guess you were … huh? What’s with that? [Props her elbows on the desk, supporting her head with her hands, swatting at a mosquito, taking a few moments to answer the question with hesitation] Um… okay.[Glances away] So summer’s ending. [Lowers eyelids, fixing him with a rather disdainful look.] You got it, sonny boy.