Luna; Earth

[furgood]

A dress tangles around her legs as she runs and a ribbon threatens to tear itself out of her hair. It barely contains the mass of her curls without her testing it like this. Skidding to a halt, she smoothes down her ruffled skirt and glances around brightly. Those who pass her by, equally as well dressed and enthusiatic, assume the highlight of her glamour is those sparkling jewels at her ears, gorgeous expensive amethysts, imported from Earth. They must be fake--probably something cheaper dyed purple and made to look so expensive with her own determination. Purple is the color their royalty loves, decking themselves in the color, bestowing lengths of the most imperial of purple shades to their favorites.

Meulin owns one dress of that color, that most vibrant of shades, and it stays hanging in her closet, admired only by herself.

But no, it's not the purple earrings or the glimmering iridescent ribbon, or even the way the dress flows around her curves like water. It's the cat eyes and the glowing freckles on her cheeks. They shimmer silver in the earthlight on this most brilliant of nights, full earth. She stops mid street to gaze up at it, smiling up at it with a freckled grin and dazing onwards.

Ahead, the dancing is beginning and Kurloz promised her--he promised he would sneak out for this party. The palace has it own parties, grand affairs that Kurloz says are dull, but she can't imagine that. They must be sparkling with gorgeous lights and if she were born a little higher or even, perhaps, had a smidge more talent, she could work her way up to attending them, even just as a servant. But instead of attempting the herculean task of sneaking her in to one, he sneaks out.

Someone snatches up her hand when she arrives and she laughs, giving a twirl before waving them off. Did she want to twirl or did they want her to twirl, it's hard to say. The lines between herself and others blur so much more often these days. And then--a familiar hand slides about her waist and she tilts herself against him. He wears emeralds at his ears and his own dress is as flowing as her own. She giggles, leaning up to kiss him as he pulls her close. It's dizzying, a breath cut short, and then he spins her around just to see her skirt in full motion.

Its gloriously easy to dance with him, out here, under the brilliant glow of full earth.