Interstellar

✯ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕏𝕍𝕀 ✯

Year 3828 — Planet Zahran — Section Tria

The floating pod landed in a clearing in front of a rowdy market. It was different than Neon. However, it was cleaner and the stalls weren't surrounded by buildings.

There were little kids running around with sweets in hand, giggling without a care in the world.

Astraea had her eyes fixed on them. They were the people she wanted to protect.

"We should get you some clothes first. We can get the food last." He said as he followed her line of sight.

"Um, sure, let's go do that." She shook herself out of her daze.

"What do you like?"

"Anything black, it's easier to dress with," she answers without much of a care.

"I guess we have that in common," he said with a smile, leading her to a stall lined with clothes.

"We have nothing in common," she deadpanned, shifting the clothes along the racks.

"Oh, don't be like that," he said behind her. "What do you think of this?"

Astraea turned around to see a slimming black dress in his hands. "I'm not wearing a dress. You can't fight as well in them." She turned back around.

"Well, actually you might need one. Avior is a well distinguished planet which encourages formal wear. If we want to please them into helping us, you'll need one." Astraea turned once more to see that he actually wasn't joking about this one.

"Fine, but not that one."

"Okay then this one." He pulled out a voluminous dress that looked as if it would swallow her up.

"No."

"No."

"No."

After that Zeph continued to throw dress after dress at her. But none seemed to catch her eyes. To be honest, she hadn't worn a dress since she was a little girl so she didn't know if they would suit her.

As Zeph struggled, Astraea managed to find herself a pair of black pant and a shirt.

"Stars, what do girls like these days?" He complained, brushing his hair out of his face. "Okay, last one."

Astraea spun around to see another black dress but for some reason it actually appealed to her. It had loose mesh sleeves that flared out at the wrists. The mesh of the sleeves formed a square neckline stopping just above the chest. It had some length to it which reached about her ankles, accompanied by a slit that wasn't too bad.

"I like this one, but I'll need some heels." She looked it up and down. That was when when she realized how hilarious Zeph looked holding a dress.

She snickered at the view.

"What's so funny?" He stood there a bit shocked. "What could be so funny that you would laugh, if that was a laugh?"

"Nothing." She grabbed the dress from him. "We should find you a suit now."

"Me?"

"Yes, you said that you need to be formal, that includes you. I'm not doing this alone." She walked past him to the men's section of the store.

She skimmed through the racks, spotting a clean black suit. "What do you think of this one?"

Zeph goes to protest, trying to give her a taste of her own medicine but stopped as he saw the suit. "It's nice." He cursed inside his mind that the words came out faster before he could think.