The Stars And How To Rewrite Them

Visitors From A Foreign Star

For the next two weeks Orion would slowly leave their music lessons earlier and earlier than either Hesychia or their teacher would have liked. And everytime he would leave, Hesychia would stay longer to make sure her part was as perfect as it could be. From her music lessons it was straight to the ballroom for her waltz lessons with Charis, which is where she was currently.

"Is something on your mind Chia?" Charis asked as they spun Hesychia around the floor. She was looking down with a sour expression on her face. She had gotten to the point where she didn't need to look at her feet anymore, so Charis must have assumed that something was wrong with the girl.

"The ball is supposed to be in three days right?" Charis nodded. "And the Bestian delegates are supposed to arrive sometime between tonight and the morning of the ball?" Charis nodded again.

"Don't tell me your nervous." Charis said. Hesychia looked up and at the ceiling.

"Not in a way that you might think." Charis stopped abruptly, causing Hesychia to stumble. They pulled her out of the hold and set their hands on their waist.

"Is this about the Prince?" Hesychia nodded. It was rather embarrassing for Hesychia to admit, but she wanted this performance to be perfect, and she felt like Orion wasn't giving his all into it.

"Whatever's going on you should tell him."

"I don't know how!" How do you tell someone that you feel dissatisfied with their lack of effort in practice? Even though they were friends, there was still a hierarchy between them. She couldn't just tell Orion to put more effort into practicing Danse Macabre for the ball.

"Chia, you're his friend. He'll listen to you."

"Are you sure?" Charis nodded. Hesychia cupped her hands and up them her chest, stopping them right beside her heart. They were friends, and friends listened to each other. When they were together, Orion wasn't a prince, but a regular person. He was her best friend, and if she wasn't happy, she had the right to say so.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Probably in the garden. Are you going to go see him?" Hesychia nodded.

"Thank you again Charis!" With that, Hesychia rushed out of the ballroom, leaving the older person confused. Charis shook their head, muttering kids these days and left the ballroom.

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Hesychia ran out into the garden, right where she suspected where Orion would be. She turned around a corner and saw Orion sparing with an unknown person. The stranger had brown hair and was dressed in a colorful display of red and orange, accented with gold and teal. What really caught Hesychia's attention was the set of ears that sat on top of his head and the tail that swished around as he moved. He must have been on of the Bestian delegates.

Hesychia slowly moved and sat down in her usual spot. She tucked her legs under her skirt and watched enthusiastically as the two males sparred.

Hesychia always loved watching Orion spar, he looked graceful as he moved. Yet, he seemed to move clunky compared to the Bestian. He moved almost like he was born to fight, like to pick up a sword was more of a 6th sense to him than it was second nature to Orion.

The stranger kicked his leg under Orion's, causing the prince to fall on his behind and drop his sword. The end of the opposing sword sat right above Orion's chin.

"I won." The Bestian smiled, his tail swishing around happily.

"Yeah yeah." The stranger moved his sword away from Orion and helped him up. Orion took his outstretched hand with a loud clap. Orion didn't seem to be upset with his loss, he seemed almost happy about it. The two boys became aware of Hesychia's presence when she began to clap.