The boy ran through the streets, his face caked with mud and dirt and bruises. People glared as he walked by, as if it was an insult for a candy-red-blooded person to be in their presence. But he avoided their stern gazes. He wanted to see the procession going through the town. "Introducing Lady Nepeta Lejion!"
The boy looked up, craning his neck to get a glance of the girl on the hoofbeast. He managed to get through the crowd, and watched as the blood-proofer took her arm, slicing a cut onto her unblemished, unscarred, pale gray skin.
Olive green broke the void of colorlessness. It slid down her hand, dripping onto the ground.
The blood-proofer bandaged her hand, and she put on her blue gloves, covering the bandage. She remounted the hoofbeast. The crowd began to follow her, as she was the last noble.
The boy walked down the street, a reasonable distance away, pretending he was a lime-blood. "Introducing Lord Karkat Vantas!" he muttered.
The girl turned around, smiled and waved. A tiny book fell out of her pocket, beyond her notice, down onto the muddy streets. Karkat walked over to it and picked it up.
"A diary?"