Peace at Last|Sensatiamens, Sensatia
Aug 5, 2011 1:09:41 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Aug 5, 2011 1:09:41 GMT -5
Today was the day.
Libre stood in front of the tall dressing mirror in Xavier's house, brushing out his hair. He'd put on his very finest clothing--the black overcoat, similar to his father's in style, trimmed in gold with purple satin lining and the matching purple cape. It was an outfit meant for official events of Sensatia or when he had to represent his people for whatever reason, but it was also the nicest outfit he owned. And it seemed fitting. His father's greatest work in life was the founding of Sensatia; why not wear its colors?
There was a knock. "Enter."
Luna stepped into the room quietly, walking up to stand beside Libre and look at him in the mirror. "You look quite handsome, my young lord."
"Thank you, Luna," he murmured. She took the brush out of his hand and smoothed a stubborn curl near the back of his head with it. "I should head back to my father's house. Guests will be arriving any minute now. And I can't stay spooked of that place forever. It's childish."
Luna touched his cheek softly with the back of her fingers. She'd turned her mothering on to him during his brief stay, sympathetic to his pain. "It's not childish," she assured him. "It's natural."
"As gracious of a host as Xavier has been, and as much of a blessing as you have been, my lady, I can't stay here forever," he sighed. "I will see you soon?"
"Very," Luna assured him. "Xavier and I just have a few small details to see to and then we'll be right over."
Libre took her hand and squeezed it gently in wordless thanks before teleporting back to his own home.
All that was left to do, really, was wait for the guests to arrive for the funeral.
Libre stood in front of the tall dressing mirror in Xavier's house, brushing out his hair. He'd put on his very finest clothing--the black overcoat, similar to his father's in style, trimmed in gold with purple satin lining and the matching purple cape. It was an outfit meant for official events of Sensatia or when he had to represent his people for whatever reason, but it was also the nicest outfit he owned. And it seemed fitting. His father's greatest work in life was the founding of Sensatia; why not wear its colors?
There was a knock. "Enter."
Luna stepped into the room quietly, walking up to stand beside Libre and look at him in the mirror. "You look quite handsome, my young lord."
"Thank you, Luna," he murmured. She took the brush out of his hand and smoothed a stubborn curl near the back of his head with it. "I should head back to my father's house. Guests will be arriving any minute now. And I can't stay spooked of that place forever. It's childish."
Luna touched his cheek softly with the back of her fingers. She'd turned her mothering on to him during his brief stay, sympathetic to his pain. "It's not childish," she assured him. "It's natural."
"As gracious of a host as Xavier has been, and as much of a blessing as you have been, my lady, I can't stay here forever," he sighed. "I will see you soon?"
"Very," Luna assured him. "Xavier and I just have a few small details to see to and then we'll be right over."
Libre took her hand and squeezed it gently in wordless thanks before teleporting back to his own home.
All that was left to do, really, was wait for the guests to arrive for the funeral.