Vishnal cracked the door open to the Princess’ room, it wasn’t that early in the morning per say, but definitely earlier then the usual time he’d come in to greet the girl. But today was a little bit different none the less, he was in charge of prepping her for later in the evening, and he was going to make sure that he did his duties properly.

“Princess .. ♪?” The young man cooed in a sweet tone, before quickly rising the blinds to the window in her room and letting the bright sunlight flood the room. 

Oh, man~ the food here s’not bad!

Carlos was sitting outside of Selphia’s castle downing a bowl salmon onigiri, fried vegetables and fish. He’d come all the way to Selphia to enter one of their fishing contests, but it turned out that he’d missed it by a day. Not wanting to waste the travel, he spent most of the day fishing and eating. And right now, he was eating.

It’s a good thing Carmen couldn’t come... I bet she would’ve gotten angry. He thought as he continued to stuff his face. The last thing he wanted was another lecture from his sister, especially on this beautiful day. He shuddered at the thought and stood up with his bowl, figuring he’d walk while he ate to see more of the town. But when he turned around he ran over bumped into a blur of green hair, positive it was his sister come to scold him about something. 

“C-Carm-- Oh. Oh! Man, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Carlos asked the (really pretty) girl he’d smacked into. A bead of sweat formed at his temple when he noticed the large amount of rice stuck in her long hair. Great first impression, bro.

((f u skye))

    After spending most of the morning with Ventuswill, Ignis had a lot on his mind. Not only was he rather irked that he didn’t get the memo about the trouble that occurred in Selphia earlier, but also what Ventuswill had said. They had spoken a lot about humans-- and why she believed and trusted the ones she had crowned royalty. 

    Of course, this was a topic that Ignis wrestled with constantly. To have the input from a fellow deity on said issue was informative, allowing him to stray from his biased opinion to be... a bit more open and accepting. Still, he was having trouble understanding mortals as a whole. There was a difference between trust and understanding; for he believed that the farmers of Castanet could properly flourish their land. But Ventuswill had described her relationship with the makeshift royalty to be... a bit different.

    There was no point of dwelling any further on the issue. He might as well tackle it head on and investigate himself. He was one of the stronger and more respected deities-- he could do as he pleased (he mentally told himself), and decided that he should pay a visit to the infamous royal. Ignis briefly warped himself to the highest point of Selphia to scan the land in search, pinpointed their location, and then came patience.

    God or not, it was plainly rude to barge in while another was busy with other affairs. He waited until she was headed to crops, was when he decided to show himself. 

There was no reason to be nervous. It wouldn't be the first time he stopped by here--heck, he had been here several times before she even moved in town, back when it was an empty room in the castle. 

But having something in mind and a favor to ask made him kind of nervous. But only kind of. After all, he didn't really have much to loose from just asking.

Kiel rapped his knuckles on the door to the royal rooms of the castle and rolled on the back of his feet as he waited for a response. "Frey? Are you in?" He asked, raising his voice a little bit to be heard through the door. 

Today was her day off.  Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Clorica sat and folded her laundry, finally having the opportunity to do some of the work that she had been neglecting while working for the prince and princess.  She was constantly cleaning up after them, so it was rare for her to find the time to do her own personal chores, but today she had absolutely no responsibilities other than her own.

By early afternoon, the woman had finished everything that she had needed to do, despite the fact that she had nodded off to sleep numerous times in between.  Leaving her room, she debated on what she could do on her free time, eventually deciding to simply take a walk around town and see who she might run in to.

After spending the majority of the night in Selphia, it was early morning when Skye finally returned to his home in the forest outside Forget-Me-Not Valley.  He sat on his bed, looking over just a few of the riches that he managed to take from the castle.  He had no idea how he managed to get away with it so easily, but he did.

Of course the man had been spotted, but he had managed to get away quickly, hiding once he was sure that he had lost his pursuers.  He had been careful on his journey home, trying his best to ensure that he had not been watched or followed.

This had been one of the rare occasions when Skye had stolen without leaving some sort of note the night before.  The castle was a place where he would obviously be much better off sneaking in without warning, as there were just too many valuables to risk losing if he had been caught.  Not to mention the fact that he would much rather not be locked up.

                                                     "Ah, hello Miss Frey."

       The sudden voice of the princess forces Forte to stop her walk and turns to face

       her. Before she could ask what it was that she had wanted from her, Frey held her

       hands out. As she looks down at the small box resting on top of them, the knight

       blinks in curiosity at what lies within. She reached out to take the box in her own

       hands, her face showing gratitude at the fact the princess thought to buy, of all

       people her, a gift. Sliding her gloved thumb through a loose flap, the tape ripped off as

       her thumb passed through, allowing her an opening through the wrappings.

                              "Oh, Miss Frey, I appreciate the thought— truly I do.

                                                                       But you really didn’t need to get me…”

       Her voice dies down as she finishes taking the wrapping off the box and lifts the lid

       off the box, her eye catching a small glimmer from inside. Lifting the small object

       out, she stared at the brooch in awe. It would have been a lie to say Forte didn’t have

       any interest in phoenix’s— no, she knew the symbolism related to them— and the

       shine the gold gave was very pretty. She loved it.

                                                   "Wow, it’s so beautiful…"

       As much as she wanted to wear the brooch at this very moment, she was still

       working and it was a new, potentially somewhat fragile, gift. Not wanting to risk

       breaking or dirtying it, Forte reached behind her to slide the brooch into her waist

       bag. Looking back at Frey, the knight smiled brightly.

                        "Thank you so much for the gift, Miss Frey. I’ll be sure to wear it 

                             when situations call for it. But here! I have a small gift for you as well.”

       Her hand still in her bag, she pulled out a small white box, containing chocolates

       inside, and held it out to Frey.

                           "My gift isn’t much as well, but I still hope you enjoy them.