My Multicolored Cloak

Tension

"You WHAT?!" 

Blumiere winced slightly and folded his hands in front of himself, bowing his head so the rim of his tophat would cover his eyes.

"I'm sorry, father, but I only did this for the good of the tribe," he insisted. 

Blumiere's father rubbed his temples in a frustrated manner.

"Have you learned NOTHING? We cannot allow outsiders to interact with us. It's one of our only rules. It's the most important rule! Have you lost your mind, Blumiere?!"

"I did what I had to in order to ensure the best future for our people!" Blumiere explained, attempting to sound firm. He spent about twenty minutes preparing himself not to stand down. Dimentio was going to stay, whether his father liked it or not. He was determined.

"Has it crossed your mind that perhaps he's lying and trying to spy on us?" Blumiere's father hissed. "He was literally an imprisoned jester. The least trustworthy kind of person you could possibly choose to bring into my tribe."

"OUR tribe!" Blumiere corrected. "And I'm aware of how bad it looks, but if something were to go wrong with him, I'd put a stop to it. I promise! Nothing bad is going to happen, though, because I trust him."

"Then you're far too trusting."

"Perhaps!" Blumiere snapped. "But he's staying, and that's final. The people already welcomed him, and you know for a fact that they'd side with me over you."

The tribe's love for Blumiere was something that his father was well aware of. It was almost scary. Blumiere had been worshiped like royalty from a young age, not only because of the family he was born in, but also because of his extraordinary control over his powers. He was kind, he was hopeful, and while he did make a few questionable decisions, he still had a decent brain. Sure, he allowed his emotions to cloud his judgment more than his father would have liked, but the people loved him.

Blumiere's father let out a strained breath, then adjusted his cloak and put his hood up over his head. Blumiere was never one to wear hooded cloaks like the rest of the tribesmen. Another thing that made him stand out.

"You are to make him blend in, then. He isn't from the outside, he's from here. Make up a story or something of the sort," his father stated. 

Blumiere's eyes lit up, but his father wasn't quite finished.

"Don't celebrate just yet, I'm still incredibly upset with you for going behind my back and doing this," he stated. "If anything of the sort happens again, you best believe punishments will be waiting."

"Yeah, uh-huh. K. Thanks Dad!" Blumiere beamed, running up to quickly hug him. His father didn't hug back, but he never did, so Blumiere learned not to mind.

He then ran back out, over to Dimentio to tell him the news. He excitedly explained how he would be offering Dimentio the opportunity of a lifetime, living with the tribe and helping lead them through this future he saw. He'd be offered housing, food, and everything he could possibly need. As for his old situation, a letter would be sent back to the castle where he was imprisoned claiming that Dimentio had been killed, that way no one would come looking for him. Dimentio was uneasy with the world thinking he was dead at first, but Blumiere had proposed the plan so casually that it didn't seem like a huge deal. 

Blumiere excitedly used his powers to make the chains that bound Dimentio's hands together completely vanish, then he set out to help him get settled. He found him a small home close to the place he resided, then helped him sort through his new outfits. However, Dimentio refused to change his clothes. Despite hating the fact that he had been a jester, he didn't want to leave that part of his life behind just yet.