Thanks for the tag @pheita
“What’s a lovely jewel like you doing so far from the Capitol’s crown?”
“Enjoying some of the wonders of the world.” It wasn’t a lie, she was supposed to be on vacation. Looking him over more carefully, she could see the signs of a Noble
on walkabout. She was surprised that another Court Faery was here in New Delphi, but she probably shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t as if faeries didn’t travel and New Delphi did seem quite a unique wonder.
Her family had simply preferred more isolated locations for vacationing. Tilting her empty glass, “And refilling my drink. What of yourself?”
Just then, Pom darted under her hair, wet with droplets of spray. A large fish splashed against the wards, splattering into runnels of water, only to reform again and leap back up the
falls. It had clearly been interested in Pomona, and just as clearly been contained by the fall’s wards.
What wasn’t clear was why it was made entirely of water.
“Rsh’rhea,” Belior said, answering her unasked question. “The living waters of the Crystal Spire. They
tell me they’re a lesser cousin of the legendary wyrms that carved out these tunnels eons ago. A sort of animalistic elemental, if you will. Very magical, very rare to see one take form this high up in the spire. They
mostly tend to the Floating Gardens downstairs.”
“Water fish that tend to Floating Gardens - quite an oasis for a land of desert.” She mused. The easy back and forth was reminiscent of Court parties, and the familiarity
was relaxing. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been until her shoulders began to ache without it.
“Beauty is what brought me here–I’m a painter, in search of inspiration. Though I didn’t expect to find so lovely a muse quite this early in the day. I must remember
to thank the local goddess for such happy kismet.”
@cataclysmic-writer @lets-get-fictional @ninalitediting, and anyone else who’d like to do it