Feast on the fruit of every tree
You can bathe in every dream
Delumine, a court of scholars who have no idea of what a good time is and forests in which to lose yourself in. Ia much prefer it to sloshing through the muck of Terrastella’s swamp, but unfortunately their business is not here, it is there. They are only stopping in the Dawn Court to rest, perhaps for a few days, before continuing south.You can bathe in every dream
They are passing through the markets, the twins, garnering their fair share of whispers and long glances, when Harmonia hears the violin. Being the more musical of the two, her attention has immediately been piqued. “Sister, do you hear that? Isn’t it lovely?”
Olympia allows Harmonia this, as the pair head further into the center of the city and closer to the source of the music. “Yes, it is,” she says, quite honestly, though once her eyes land upon the instrument and its presumed player, her words suddenly mean something completely different, “Very much so…”
A wonderful, intriguing gleam comes into her honey gold eyes.
She is already looking at the unicorn when she calls out to them. Ia weave through the passing equines to reach the silver and lavender woman, Harmonia watching the violin with bright awe. “Indeed, we are,” Olympia responds, a coquettish grin turning up the corner of her lips. “My sister is a brilliant singer, as well.” Harmonia smiles, almost humbly, from behind the curtain of her sister’s hair. Her eyes are as clear and blue as the violin dancing in the air beside the unicorn.
