Stars in Your Eyes

Reoseans Included

Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519

Fair Activities - Costume Tent

In a fair this large, Amour wondered if he ever would run across his son. Not that he needed to, he had Behemoth to steal from after all. And unlike Nephrite, the two glasswork vays were completely unaware of his theft.

It would be by chance he saw a familiar sparkling green vay through the crowd hanging out with an odd bunch. They met eyes in the crowd and Nephrite stubbornly held his head tall, his gaze speaking of his disapproval of his father being there. The pink opal needed only to subtly gesture to his companions, who held no trace of the color theft, to leave the younger opal looking confused. 

What he did notice though was his son wore farm more accessories than he left home with. His pelt had glittering gems and rhinestone jewelry that accented his opal sparkles perfectly. It was Amour’s turn to be confused, but he spotted the costume tent nearby and was determined to drag his companions with. 

Ely went with no protest, while Behemoth hung back, wary. If there was anything Amour was, it was vain, and he was determined to look as good or better than his son.

He entered the tent first and set to work looking for accessories that would outshine what he saw on the rosette male. He made a beeline for boxes of jewels and sparkling things, determined to make himself sparkle even more.

***

Elysium was more than excited over the costume tent. He marveled at the costumes and dawned over the face paint, almost oblivious to the other two. 

He faintly saw Behemoth hanging at the back of the tent, avoiding most everything in here, and he realized she was worried about stealing color from the festivities. He'd have to help her somehow. But later.

Amour was already digging into boxes and closets, trying to find whatever it was he was looking for. That left Ely himself to decide. 

It was rather easy, truth be told, for the male. He sauntered over to the attendants helping with paint, and plopped down in front of them, using his tail to sweep away any accessories that might block access from those gathered. 

"Can you paint my glasswork tears into butterflies?" His voice was full of confidence, and there was no mistaking that he was dead serious about this. He wasn't girly usually, but he felt the butterflies might fit with him well, and might make his daughter smile. 

His request sent up some giggles and more than a few hands and paws went to work decorating his hide with smooth lines to make it look as if the beautiful winged creatures were popping off his pelt. 

The effect was immediate and perfect as his markings came to life, their color imitating those of monarchs as little veins were drawn over them, really adding to the illusion.

***

Behemoth had her cloak, and didn't intend on wearing anything to draw more attention to herself. She always preferred to stay in the background, and already today she had stood out much more than she had liked. 

While her father sat getting his pelt painted, and Amour dug for new sparkling things to add to his overall glistening appearance, Behemoth mostly kept to herself at the back, staying out of everyone's way and hoping they'd be out of there soon. She could already see color fading from her surroundings, and could only imagine would it would look like if she was here much longer.

A heavy weight settled on her shoulders, and she jumped, startled. She looked around to notice Amour nearby, having settled a different cloak around her. This one was embroidered with stars and constellations, a deep navy with silver thread. 

"Found that and thought it might work with my sparkles, but fits you and your tarot stuff better."

The older male snorted softly then turned away as he kept looking for things to bedazzle himself with. 

Behemoth stared at the cloak in awe. It was beautiful, and she'd love one of her own, if only it wouldn't dull like the rest of her belongings. 

As she glanced around, she noticed a pile of accessories set aside that might match the starry cloak. A hairpin with a crescent moon, a broach in the shape of a star, a ring with some costume gems that sparkled like the night sky. The opal vay was nowhere near the pile but she suspected he made it anyway. He was kind, and didn't see past the face he put on for her. If only she knew the sinister thoughts below the surface, the fact that he had lived an extraordinary amount of time by stealing color, that he was only being nice to her because he saw her as a ticket for many many years added to his lifespan. 

"Oh yes that's stunning." her father made his way over to her and she smiled as his movements made the painted butterflies appear to fly. Amour had found himself enough sparkling items that he practically blinded anyone who looked in his direction. 

With a smile, Behemoth lead the males back into the fair before she could drain the beautiful costume pieces any further. She glanced back regretfully, wishing she could keep the items, or perhaps have some made for her someday. Maybe they can find something for her that is resistant to her curse, or break it once and for all so she can keep beautiful things again. 

-End-

♦ Costume Tent: Face painting, hair braiding, accessorizing -- How does your Reosean get prepared for the festivities? Draw or write about your Reosean partaking in some festive adornments.

Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519

WC 911 +9

Personal +3

Event Bonus Link +3

Total = 15 CP