Soleil thankfully doesn't comment on his lapse and the kites thunk to the ground. He considers her line of thinking, lips twitching up at her wordplay, "Perhaps. Though the weather is also partially to blame." The rain is far from ideal for flying kites but the merchants in the Grounds had still picked up the trend from the other regions. With how much the region had struggled in recent times, the Ancient couldn't blame them for trying to keep up. Even if the climate was against them at the moment.
Taking hold of the tangled kites, Edmund sets about detangling them with nimble fingers, "I don't believe I've asked, but what are you planning to ask Mother? If you don't mind me asking." His tail flicks with curiosity as he glances up from the strings to lock eyes with Soleil.
Taking hold of the tangled kites, Edmund sets about detangling them with nimble fingers, "I don't believe I've asked, but what are you planning to ask Mother? If you don't mind me asking." His tail flicks with curiosity as he glances up from the strings to lock eyes with Soleil.
Edmund
Come dance in the shadows
