#ribbedxgloves

“I know this is sudden, but...” Tahirah looked Brent in the eyes (and right now, at least he wasn’t a cat so she knew that she’d hear him. “I have a few visitors coming today for tea. They were supposed to come a little later this week, but the weather for their travels was better than expected, so they’re coming today instead. 

Hand pressed against the curve of her throat at his request. She’d had an inkling that there was some sort of feud between him and her father, but she wasn’t sure as to why. There had been so much hidden from Ariel and she was only innocent. All she had ever wanted was to know what it would be like in the human world. Her dream was only pushed forward at the meeting and subsequent rescue of the handsome Prince Eric, of who she wished to know more of. 

“Huh? Brent? I’m glad you like the gift....” Janne hadn’t expected Brent to call so soon but well, Janne supposed he did promise to give Brent some ideas for places for privacy. “Wasn’t expecting a call, but I guess that makes sense.”

He paused, thinking. “Places for privacy...there’s a place well-known for hot springs called Yunohana, located in the Eisen Region of Luxendarc. There’s also a couple of nice hotels in Eraklyon...wait one sec, lemme ask—” 

Janne covered his end of the line with one hand, and Brent would hear whispers.

“Hey, Dia...? Do you know any good places?”

“...Where!?”

“Eraklyon, obviously! There’s literally no good places in Luxendarc except Yunohana and Grandship’s too expensive.”

“Ughhhh. Let me just...here! Just use this!”

Hm? That advice had Laura tilting her head to the side a bit. Weren’t great rulers supposed to be able to make decisions independently? 

“Don’t trust yourself when you’re alone?” She echoed, the young successor staring at the other with her blue eyes. “Wouldn’t that be a lot of times of self-doubt, then?” 

Eva had spent the last ten minutes pacing up and down the patio, feeling relieved when her parents were spontaneously invited out for dinner with friends and leaving her alone for the night. They presumed she was working on her readings for class, but if only they knew the truth, they would be in a very different place right now. Her phone in her hand, thumb hovering over his number, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do. This was something so new and scary for her and dealing with it alone was a terrible idea. She just wasn’t sure how she was supposed to tell Eros. 

Forcing herself to press his number, she lifted the device to her ear with a trembling hand, heart racing as the ringing seemed to last forever. Only when she heard his voice did she finally find her own once more. 

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It is a sunny day and the boy shouts from pleasure as he runs on little fat legs. He doesn't know where he is going, only that there is somewhere right behind him to catch him. A game. He loves games. Arms catch him and his high pitched laughter and squeals sound through the air. The woman holding him is his mother. He knows this, although he can't see her face. A lovely sweet scent envelopes him and he has never felt this safe. He would never feel this safe again.

Pegasus turned his head to face Delia as she knocked on the opened door. He looked a little bit like he lacked at least two hours of sleep, but at least he was properly dressed and not in his sleeping attire.

“Ah, Delia. Please, come in. I made four of them this time...”

As she did so, he stepped aside to show her the new paintings that he made. Three of them were portraits of men, and the last a woman. The first portrait was a man with a brooding darkness around him, with dark brown hair, some dramatic clothing, staring as if he was looking directly at the viewer. 

The second portrait was of another man, but with longer, whitish hair, fully clothed but he looked absolutely drenched, as if stepping out of the sea, looking like he was ready to explore whatever shore he walked upon.

The third portrait was of a man with two noticeable prosthetic limbs—a whole metal left arm and a metal lower left leg. He wore an eyepatch that covered the entire left side of his face, and he looked like he was waiting in anticipation, to arrive somewhere.

The fourth portrait, the woman, was beautiful. She had voluminous blonde hair that was shoulder length, her grey-blue eyes twinkling in the light of the studio. She wore this gorgeous, light blue dress, almost princess-like with its frills and layers, but she looked like she was...searching for someone, concern forming upon her face.

“The good news is, I recognize two of them already—the woman and the man with the eyepatch and metal limbs. In fact, I know the man—his name is Lucius Arganan, and I actually previously made arrangements for him to visit me. He’s a historian studying games, and his focus of study is Duel Monsters right now. He should be arriving in the next few days, so at least we know when he’s coming...he’s perfectly human, by the way, like Kamiizumi.”

A sigh left him as he looked towards the first two portraits, and then towards Delia as he frowned. “Bad news, I don’t recognize the other two—the vampiric-looking one and the drenched one. The more confusing news?” He pointed at the woman’s portrait. “This...this is Cecilia. She’s dead.” 

“We’re here! We’re here!” Tahirah bounced on her heels a bit as she got off the train with Calista, Apollymi, and Arganan. Lukas had promised to meet Arganan at the hotel in Folsense, which intrigued Arganan—but alas, Lukas couldn’t join the group rightaway, since he had to stay back on the train and finish up his business there before going into the town.

“Tahirah, you said that there would be people waiting for you, right?” Calista looked around, pushing a few strands of hair out of her own face. “What were their names again...?”

That was when two people bumped into Apollymi—one of them was a young woman, probably about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had long brown hair partially pinned up with a floral metal hairpin, with blue eyes. She wore a knee-length blue dress as well, with brown boots. The other person was a much older man, older than the young lady but how old he exactly was was...undetermined. His red eyes scanned the group carefully, before he spoke.

“Pardon us, but we’re looking for a Tahirah Zakiyaa? She was supposed to meet us here at the station.”

“Oh!” Tahirah blinked. “That’s me. Are you...?”

“Geist Grace, at your service.” Geist smiled lightly at the group, just before the young woman beside him curtsied, smiling at the group.