[P] where the light breaks through

[Atreus]

over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain

 
There was little capable of pulling Atreus away from Delumine – he had so much to uncover, so many minds to pick and, he supposed, a sickly Prince to cure – but when said Prince and the rest of his family had made the decision to make their way southeast to attend a celebration, Atreus had been all too happy to oblige and come along without being asked. After all, who else would look after Regis as they made the trek through the mountains and assure all was well if something happened to him along the way?

But prior to their departure, the roan had written a letter on the finest parchment available to him and had it sent to Terrastella, requesting Fiona’s presence at the celebration. If he knew her, and he liked to think he did to some extent, she wouldn’t attend by herself just for the fun of it.

Upon arriving and seeing off Delumine’s ruling family, Atreus broke off on his own, scouting out Denocte’s fine drinks and taking some time to admire the artistry of their wares, but he didn’t stray from the citadel. His ears flicked to and fro in search of an interesting conversation not meant for him, eyes looking out across the amassed crowd for familiar faces. There were many he recognized, most of them coming in from Terrastella and others he had seen around Delumine. He held little interest in reaching out and engaging any of them just yet, but when his eyes fell across a form of pale lavender and alabaster, he finally moved.

Fiona was a petite thing, fully capable of getting washed away by the bodies who shoved past with disregard to anyone else. Atreus was one such individual as he forced his way to the table where Fiona stood, a long mask with a pointed end which resembled a beak fitted to his own face and obscuring his identity to some extent. From behind it he offered a genteel smile, bowing his head long and slow to his porcelain paramour. Somewhere in the vast room a whimsical tune filled the airspace around them, and as Atreus straightened he voiced his inquiry softly but confidently, hopefully. “May I have the pleasure of your company on the floor?”

@Fiona
 
“Speaking.”

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