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Characters: Vatheon
Location: That Castle
Time: Evening, on Sunday
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[ Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen of Vatheon— whatever your newfound stature may be, Prince, Princess, Knight, or Peasant, you will all receive a message on your SFC on the eve of Saturday regardless:

You are cordially invited to the castle for this evening's ball. In addition, you are all welcome to try and solve the riddle if it fancies you. It just may break the curse!

The invitation is unsigned, but its intentions are clear. Maybe you hadn't quite noticed the sizeable castle in the distance of the city that had sprung up, but this message would surely garner your attention toward it now.

Should you arrive at the castle, plenty of attractions await you:

Ballroom ❧ A very large and beautiful ballroom is lighted up, complete with a playing violin orchestra. While the curtains will be drawn during this event, there is a windowed view and exit on one side of the ballroom that leads to:

Smee's Rose Garden ❧ A broad and colorful spanse of a garden, complete with many paths and turns. Plenty of roses are arranged in great arches, which provide perfect little places should you need some privacy with your sweetheart. Anyone familiar will even tell you that the garden was purposefully designed for just that sort of thing.

The Riddle ❧ There is an inscription located on a noticeable plaque set in one of the garden's benches. It reads:

Two are necessary to break this curse
Riled up, upset, what kind of love?
Only this kiss will stop it from getting worse.
Look for a winged one is push comes to shove,
Look for a glance slightly dark,
Search for a pair in reluctant love.
One answers a call; that's your mark;
One longs for patria though adverse.

Dining Hall ❧ Connected to the ballroom is an extremely long hall that stretches as far as the eye can see, elegantly arranged as the dining area. Expensive and exquisite cuisine seem to be on the menu— try something new? Chances are you won't be eating from a selection such as this again anytime soon!

Dais ❧ There is a noticeable raised dais that is easily visible via any area within the ballroom. It's locked off from guests, though— what is it for...?

Do enjoy. ]

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[There is a centaur in the garden, built like a warhorse and white from horn-tip to hooves. The exception are the pair of brilliant blue eyes he possesses. For now, he is down amongst some forget-me-nots, idly studying a blue rose he has in one hand. In the other, he has a quill which he uses to jolt down something in a leather notebook he has down against the ground.]

[For any who would wander near or catch his eye, well... Darkleer may be a gentleman, but he is also a centaur. Upon realizing someone is close by, he will look up, quiet and serious... before the expression melts into a slow, confident, and welcoming smile.]

[He won't mind a bit of company. Not at all.]

[For better or worse, Sola is himself at the moment. He knows he should be searching for the last princess as he told Zelda he would, and indeed that was his intent in coming to the castle, but he can't stomach a crowd right now. In fact, he can't stomach being inside the castle right now, knowing Zelda is in attendance as well.

So he finds himself wandering the paths of the gardens, mindlessly meandering between rose bushes and under floral arches until he comes to the very same patch of forget-me-nots among which Darkleer currently resides, flattening a small corner of the flowerbed before he becomes conscious of his surroundings.]

Oh, uh... sorry if I bothered you.

I would hardly say you bothered me. In fact, I was just wondering if perhaps I would do well to have some company.

[Gesturing besides himself, he just continues to smile in that same calm manner.]

If you have nothing else to do this night...

[Sola heaves a great sigh and plunks down beside Darkleer in the flowers.]

I'm supposed to be helping solve the riddle, I guess, but I don't really want to go in there right now... She's better suited to that stuff anyway.

[He sighs again and runs a hand back through his platinum hair, or at least as far back as he can before running into hat.]

There is no harm in that. You are not the only one who finds it to be a troublesome thing.

[Carefully, he lays a hand on his shoulder.]

Let it solve itself. For now, simply take a moment to find some relief. You sound like your life has been a busy one recently.

Kind of... more like confusing. [He looks away, resting his chin on his other shoulder and his arms across his knees.]

I never knew something could be really great and really horrible at the same time. I've been told I should learn and experience things, but if there's things like that I'm not sure I want to...

Ah. I see.

[He really does. This is sounding strangely familiar...]

If I may offer some advice...? I would not want to intrude too much.

Please! [He snorts ruefully.] I have no idea what I'm doing. Any help would be good.

I cannot say I know the full details of your life, young one. I only know mine. And in my long life, I have gone through many painful things. Battles both physical and emotional.

If you live long enough, you will see many of these yourself. Sometimes those you thought could be your greatest love will turn out to be nothing more than a stranger. Sometimes a battle does not go quite the way you planned, and you will find yourself scarred.

But scars heal. They may leave their mark, but you should not trouble yourself over them. There will be someone, should you live your life right, who will help you wrap the bandages and help you move on from the event.

It will hurt. That is the nature of living. But do you let a scrape on the knee halt you from getting to your feet and carrying on? Sometimes a bit of fear at the pain is to be expected. But know that if you continue to carry on, you will find yourself rewarded. Not always the way you initially sought, but still.

She's supposed to be that someone. It's... destiny. I can feel it. I'm just like Link so I just know, but...

[Sola looks at his hands, his hair shading his face.]

Sometimes I am him, and sometimes I'm not but even when I'm not I still want to be with her. I want to see her smile, and protect her from everything bad in the world. But even if I feel like Link all of the time, even though Signless and Ion say I should be my own person, I feel like him and I love her even when I'm trying not to and not just because I'm supposed to, because Link does, but because she's so... wonderful. She's smart and beautiful and perfect a-and she loves him so much and I wish I was him to badly, just so she'd be happy...

[He hurriedly rubs his forearm against his eyes, his arm muffling his speech somewhat.]

The curse... it made me into him and I-I... [His shoulders shake with a barely controlled sob.] I don't want it to break!

[There's that centaur again... Though really, how could he miss him? His size was almost ridiculous and the white of this creature seemed to glow as if it had never been touched by a single stray spec of soil.]

[Actually, that's... interesting. Even a tail as long as that should fade over time, but still it shimmers white. Reynard may have rid himself of his dagger for reasons he cannot remember right now, but he still had his claws. Perhaps a lock of that white hair would do him good?]

[Yeah... he shouldn't think about their past together, no matter how confusing it may be, he had a dear wife after all, and any feelings between a fox and a centaur were atrociously silly anyway.]

[The fox flicked his ears up and me moved through a rose bush, well to not allow the briars to snag him nor his cloak. Eyes watched the centaur for a moment, awaiting his turn away, a tail so long would probably do well to not bring too much attention to him if he grabbed some for a moment to cut.]

[Tonight has been quite the active night. Darkleer, as of right now, knows he should not regret any of his actions. He's simply doing what is natural, isn't he? He's certain that, elsewhere, his two sons are doing the same. It's in their blood, courtship. But nonetheless, after each little encounter, there's a small part of him that can't really be content with any of it.]

[Darkleer does his best to ignore it.]

[Even without that, however, he simply isn't as social as perhaps a proper centaur should be. Talking with so many people, spending time surrounded by others... It's exhausting. To find himself alone in this garden is a relief.]

[For now, he's unaware of his visitor, simply content to bask in the silence and continue to write down his notes.]

[He has yet to really indulge in anything yet, besides the rose garden. And in that, has yet to see the centaur besides this very moment, and perhaps a few passing glances before he realizes his hair may perhaps have magical qualities.]

[Hair, on the tail that is now close to this certain rose bush. He'll just reach a small paw out and pull softly, moving his other paw to flick out a claw and very carefully cut the lock he's holding.]

[And Darkleer doesn't notice a thing, either. It will apparently all go according to plan...]

[Only except his tail gives a sudden twitch, snapping the length of it out towards the rose bush. Suddenly tangled- and quite possibly all over a certain set of paws- Darkleer gives a frustrated sigh and twists around.]

Blast it...

[His paws are now tangled along with briars and horse hair and ow ow ow. Reynard curses as he ties to tug either back but they only seem to snap on the thorns more. Dang it all... That didn't work, he has the lock of hair in hand at least but he's caught. At least he can hide the majority of him back in the bush...]

[Wait, there's something stuck in the bushes, along with his hair? Darkleer pauses, one eyebrow raised and feeling a tinge of aggravation coming on. The one moment he's trying to find peace and quiet, and...]

[...Wait. This situation seems familiar. Him, going about his business, a strange sound in the flora...]

[No. It couldn't be.]

[He's careful and hesitant when he speaks.]

...Sir Fox?

[Some snarling and more trying to yank his paws out but they just keep tugging back into thorns and the hair seems to only be getting tighter. Eventually Reynard sighs under his breath and pauses, clearing his throat.]

A hand... Sir Centaur?

Ah.. Of course.

[They are not good at keeping away from one another.]

[Carefully, Darkleer first begins to work on the hair from his tail, untangling it all from the bushes with a cleverness and dexterity that hints at all those hours spent tinkering and creating. When he has done what could be done, he moves onto Reynard himself.]

[A pause. This will hurt...]

[But even knowing the thorns will tear at him, he reaches in, not caring when they poke at his white flesh and draw out drops of royal blue. All he focuses on is untangling soft paws and fur from the bushes. After a while of working on this, he is finally triumphant, and pulls the fox out from the bushes. His arms have rivets of blood dripping slowly down them, but, well, he knew it would happen.]

Are you hurt?

[No they are not.]

[He watches quietly, a soft whine almost starting in his throat as he gets anxious for this to hurry up, wanting to jerk his paws away and run off. The blue blood strikes him though, again he remembers... His mind returns the to the lock of hair tied about his tail and he slowly starts to remember more and more.]

[A swallow, heavy in thought until he finally feels himself lifting up and he tenses. Various squeaks and snarls leave him as he wiggles and jerks in Darkleer's grasp, his paws tight on Darkleer's finger, disregarding any red blood from gushes from the cuts in his fur.]

[A growl before sinking low, ears back, eyes glaring upwards at the other before seeing the small trickles of blue on his arms. He clenches his teeth a little more, swallowing before trying to calm down, even if he stays just as physically tense.]

Y-y-y- Damnit all! Yes, I-no, I... Fuck. I'm fine, just put me down...

[No, he is not fine at all. Darkleer can smell more than his own blood in the air. But for all that he wants to tell this foolish little creature to calm down and cease wiggling so he can take care of those bandages...]

[He doesn't. He can't. A fox and a centaur, now if that isn't one of the most foolish things...]

[So, silently, he just lays down the squirming fox down and pulls back his hands, not noticing when he smears the blood along one forearm as he rubs the skin there. Unsure of what to say, he says nothing at all.]

[A huff.]

[At least he can feel ground under his hind paws now, thank goodness. Lysunder, remembering his name for the time, does his best to calm down as he starts, feeling his body want to quickly run off in some direction as quickly as he can but he stops himself, looking at his fur around his paws and seeing the some specs of blue there.]

[He winces, slowly looking all the way up to the other with a rather sullen look on his face. This isn't right...right, this- He should stop being an idiot right now.]

...Darkleer. [Hie ears lay back.]

Darkleer listen...

I believe we agreed to not speak with one another, did we not?

[It hurts to say, but it's true. They made an agreement, the two of them. The first occasion, it was nothing but an accident, or at least he so believes. But this... No, they cannot continue. What is an oath when the necessary actions are not taken? It makes nothing more than meaningless words. For some reason, the idea of that losing purpose hurts, although he can hardly understand why, his memories fogged.]

[So he looks away, wishing the mice had not braided his hair back away from his face. It leaves him vulnerable and open, and he wishes he could do something to hide his eyes.]

[The fox's presence is harmful at this point, with all that has been said and done between them, and he cannot stand it.]

No, you're right, w-we. We shouldn't. But have to now, about something just.

[Hell... he really doesn't know what to say right now, but. That damn riddle. He... he can't stay like this, he can't be a fox and if that riddle is really about him, then it perhaps is about Darkleer as well. 'Glance slightly dark'. It was worth a shot. Better than staying like this forever. Summoner scowled, looking down and taking a deep breath.]

I'm not Reynard. I'm not... a fox... I don't have a wife or a nephew, and my only enemies are highbloods, not beasts and creatures. [Another swallow, saying the words for himself rather than Darkleer.]

Lysunder. I... I was something else when we agreed to not speak ever again, not this furbeast. So we can speak as we are now, as things other than what were were when we, when... when I made that choice..

So just... please agree to meet me later, for a final talk. As you did when we were both horned and I still had orange running through my veins. [Swallow.]

I'll meet you at the dais in a few hours time... [And with that, no longer looking at Darkleer, Summoner bows his head, standing on his hind legs, and then moves to all fours, fleeing.]

[Something 'just'? What would warrant them to speak again? Almost reluctantly, Darkleer listens, his ears laying down low almost in apprehension. The more he speaks, the more something nags in the back of his mind. Multiple things, as a matter of fact, that which he had perhaps been almost too eager to forget.]

[He called him a coward, once, and perhaps it was true... No, it was, no denying it, because he had perhaps wanted this life where past mistakes did not seem to carry quite the weight they were supposed to because the fairytale life was not like the harsh cruelties of an Alternian one, and he had so preferred to be the father to those two boys instead of an exile tormented by decisions he could no longer change.]

[He listens, and he remembers, and he finds himself wondering if it is really so easy, now, to say that with their forms changed like this, past agreements mean nothing.]

[Does a change of appearance really do anything at all?]

[As Reynard- Lysunder, Summoner, Cavalreaper- flees, Darkleer finally forces himself to speak.]

Very well.

[He waits until he can see no more red fur and hears no more rustling in the bushes before he looks down at the blood smeared along his arms. Faintly, he realizes he will have to clean these wounds that he has earned from reaching to Lysunder. Clean them, bandage them, and continue on with the night until he sees the other once again.]

[How symbolic.]

[He bites back a bitter laugh.]

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