It had seemed to have taken forever to get the festival organized properly—Ipomoea had never realized how many small, seemingly insignificant details really could make or break a party This was his first real act as a newly-named Regent. The title still sent a shiver coursing down his spine, a mixture of excitement and apprehension that he had yet to understand. It had all happened so quickly—not that he minded a fast-paced lifestyle, but this time he was left feeling a touch out of breath, a little out of step with the rest of the world, as if two beats behind while everybody else danced on around him. This game he played was so unfamiliar to him: he found himself constantly looking to Somnus while trying to model himself after the dunalino, to mimic his moves even as they were being made. But try as he might, he could never anticipate the next play; he was out of sync, thrown off kilter by the sudden change of course. ’Who knew politics could turn into such a balancing act…’ But here he was back in his element. The flowers spun like quicksilver in his grasp, twirling themselves together at the barest of thoughts, interlocking their stems and petals into circlets of beauty and color. “There you go!” With a flourish, he drops the finished flower crowns onto the young filly’s head, the dandelions and chamomile flowers bright against her iron-colored skin. “Enjoy the festival!” She rushes off with bright eyes, her laughter blending into the noise of the crowds. A wistful smile crosses Ipomoea’s lips, if only briefly—she reminded Po of himself as a boy, carefree and reckless, always rushing off to the next best thing. So naive and self-assured. In love with the world and everything it had to offer, flowers strewn in his hair without caring how it might look to anyone else, oblivious to the things people might say behind his back. He shook off the thoughts with a flick of his tail, focusing his attention on the next person to step up to his little booth. “Good morning! Care for a crown of your own?” He gestured happily at the impressive display of flowers assorted on the table, a multitude of colors and species just waiting to be braided together into something magnificent. “Go on—pick any you’d like!” Want Po to braid you a flower crown?! Stop right here, tell him which flowers you'd like, and he'll get it done in a jiffy!! No posting order here either, just know if you post he'll get back to you! (Also feel free to write as if Po made you a flower crown without actually posting here, I'm sure he'll have made tons!) (If you'd like a more private interaction between Po and your character, just hit me up by pm or on discord and we'll work something out!) ”here am I!” |
art by rhiaan
<3
