#themuteprincess

* with keira / @themuteprincess.

Angelo decided to stop by at the Central Library before heading back to Arcadia today. He hasn’t been reading for a whole month due to his heavy loaded commissions. But this time, after meeting the lovely writer Iris, Angelo thought about getting back into the groove of reading.

Hmm. The last he eagerly read was a published volume from the Pelagos Islands History. He wasn’t sure how many more books that series had in store but they were always insightful. Aside from that, it was generally fascinating to know more about his new home. (At least for now.)

If memory served him right, his next book would be the fourth volume! After punching in the electronic database of the extensive library, he made a beeline to the book’s located aisle. Pelagos Islands History Vol. 4: Technology and the Culture of Progress.

His fingers ran across the spine of the books’ titles and Dewey decimals. No sign of the book... but Angelo was unmistakably at the right aisle! Taking a step back for a bigger picture, he surveyed the bookshelves with his arms folded and forehead creased. And after a silent moment, he caught it! The book had been sitting on a shelf above his head.

In delightful excitement, Angelo reached out to get it but his hand bumped into another’s. It was a mere graze, but Angelo quickly drew it back as if he had touched a burning kettle. “Oh, sorry!”

He politely turned to the other and found himself stunned for a good three precious seconds. It was a woman who adorned a beautiful tribal-style garment. (Something that perhaps only long-time locals and scholars would recognise.) Her dark hair was at a floor-length, practically following her from behind. And her eyes were dark yet they glistened brightly like a raven’s feather underneath the moonlight. Dainty and delicate. Angelo honestly wasn’t sure how he could have missed her presence if she had been standing here in the aisle with him for a while.

Realising how silent it was between them, Angelo awkwardly looked at the book then back at her with a kind smile. He tugged the aged book out of the shelf. It was heavy and thick. The golden letters of the cover title shone like an uncovered treasure in a cavern.

“Mm, here.” The artist held the book out for her.

@themuteprincess

Shopping was one of Leia’s favorite pastimes. Although she couldn’t afford much, it was still fun to look. She decided to stop by Charde Jewelers on a Saturday afternoon.

Inside, there were so many shiny objects, Leia wasn’t sure where to look. Maybe she could buy something for Marian while she was there. Leia approached the checkout counter and saw a beautiful woman with long black hair. She was slightly mesmerized by the woman for a moment but quickly snapped out of it.

“I can certainly see why you required assistance with this task– which it is my honor to provide!”

@themuteprincess​

While their meeting and subsequent friendship was rather unconventional, having met at the clinic while both were in attendance for differing reasons, Keira and Yuzuki got along rather well. They were both comfortable with silence, especially while they both worked on their own hobbies or tasks. Often times, Yuzuki would be busy working on his latest hair piece while Keira went about her own business. Usually, they’d take a break together to eat, and Yuzuki would ask her to teach him new signs so that they could better communicate. 

However, one afternoon while Yuzuki was putting the finishing touches on his latest intricate hairpiece, he turned to say something to Keira when he took notice of her extremely long hair. Well, that wasn’t to say that he didn’t notice it before, but in this particular instance Yuzuki was picturing how he could best utilize the hair in seeing how his hair piece would look. 

@themuteprincess​, @bornwanderer​ & @endlessmadrigal​ sent: 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

Hmm. The Moondrop flowers in the islands were brilliant… but Angelo’s all-time favourite back at the mainland was a particular type of lovely flower. He picked up his worn-out pencil, and it worked on a quick two-minute sketch. When finished, the artist revealed it to the other with a modest smile.

Heyo!