A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
As Silver glanced around, something glittered at the edge of his vision. He paused. "Hm? What's that sparkly thing at the next stall?" he murmured, turning toward the glint. The sunlight danced across strands of delicate, hanging glass.
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"Ah, it's a glass mobile." he said with a small smile, enchanted. The way it caught the light reminded him of Y/n's eyes—soft, luminous, quietly radiant. "Very pretty."
Rollo followed his gaze, the others trailing behind. "They're popular here, people like to hang them in windows. That said, we don't normally buy ready-made ones." he said, folding his hands behind his back.
"You don't?" Idia blinked. "You mean...this is handmade?"
Rollo nodded. "Indeed—each household makes their own from scrap materials they collect. This stall's selling handmade goods for tourists, no doubt. The ones people craft at home are made from used bottles, broken dishware, extra decorations, and so on. They're so beautiful it's hard to believe they're made from what is essentially junk. I find there's a certain modesty in their bright shine. A fine decoration, wouldn't you agree?" His smile barely reached his eyes.
"Such beauté!" Rook gasped, stars in his eyes as he leaned in. "The sunshine takes on different hues when shining through the glass. The red of passionate lips, the yellow of a freshly-bitten nectarine, the green of early summer trees, the blue of the Soleil... It's a kaleidoscopic stained glass that shifts when viewed from different angles! It reminds me so deeply of Y/n's gaze, ever-shifting like stained glass under moonlight." He held a hand dramatically to his heart. "I should get one for Vil."
"Hmhmhm, you see the world through the eyes of a poet." Rollo replied, his tone oddly neutral, though a flicker of disapproval danced behind his lashes.
"Ahh, now THAT was some good shoppin'." Ruggie called out, returning from a neighboring stall with a few jingling bags in tow. He spotted the group hovering and tilted his head. "What's this you're all lookin' at, Rook?" he curiously asked.
"Rollo told us it's glass." Silver replied, nodding at the gently spinning mobile. "Isn't it pretty?"
"Aww, man." Ruggie deflated instantly. "I was hoping for gems, not glass. Never mind, interest gone." He shrugged.
"Ruggie, on the other hand, is a mammonist through and through..." Rollo muttered under his breath, dabbing at his lips with his ever-present handkerchief.
The gentle clinking of the glass pieces rang softly in Silver's ears. "It's rather relaxing to listen to the glass pieces clinking together." he remarked.
