Alrighty, who's ready to go have fun in the festival? This one's almost entirely Alfonse and Laevatein after Fjorm's had the spotlight the last while, so I hope you all enjoy!

First Festival

Alfonse woke to find the girls sprawled over him again. Two times may be coincidence, but Alfonse didn't need a third to know this would be happening, a lot. If he was honest, seeing these serious girls so… silly, was a big relief.

It felt like they could start healing, being away from the pressures of their positions. While it was probably hypocritical to say that, knowing his own bull-headed zeal, it still made Alfonse's heart soar to see the kingdom again and having a good time.

He hadn't really enjoyed himself in a while, now that he thought about it.

That train of thought came to an end when Fjorm groaned and her eyes fluttered open, his smile greeting her. "Good morning. Would it be alright to have my arm back? I need it if we're to go on with our day."

Fjorm yelped and jumped up, stumbling away and bowing. "I'm sorry, it happened again!"

The shout made Laevatein's eyes scrunch and she opened them blearily. "Oh… good morning, Prince."

Alfonse smiled at her too. "Good morning to you. May I ask you to stand and get ready? The festival awaits us."

Laevatein hummed before snuggling closer, voice sleepy. "Just… five more minutes. I… want to finish my dream…"

She fell asleep again, Alfonse chuckling before looking at Fjorm. "Well, I fear I'm trapped. Would you mind going downstairs and securing a table? I'll get her up, no need to wait."

Fjorm looked like she wanted to protest, loudly, but she held her tongue. Alfonse looked more amused than anything, so it was unlikely anything significant would happen. "Very well, just let me get ready. I have to pick something for the performance today, weird as it will be, but I look forward to enjoying the rest of the festival when my role is done."

Alfonse waved with his free hand. "Knock'em dead. I'll be cheering you on in the crowd, so keep an eye out! Well, I should be saying that after breakfast, but I'm looking forward to it regardless!"

Fjorm smiled, nerves eased. She set about getting herself ready and was soon out the door. Once she was gone, Alfonse turned his attention to the slumbering Laevatein. "Please, Laevatein, wake up. There's more good food and a full day to be had. Surely you don't want to miss it?"

Laevatein stirred, but did not wake, only mumbled words her response. "Don't… want to… momma… tired…"

Alfonse sighed, unpleasant thoughts filling his mind. There had been no mention of a queen of Muspel, despite the princess before him and her elder sister, so Alfonse could only guess as to the woman's fate. "But you must awake, Laevatein. I fear I won't be able to stand if you don't and the day will be over before it starts."

Laevatein's hands gripped at his shirt, but her eyes opened, clearer this time. "Where…? Oh, right… I guess I was dreaming…"

She looked up, eyes meeting Alfonse. "Good morning, Prince. I… apologize for… being so lazy…"

Alfonse shrugged. "No problem, but we need to get going. Last thing we want is to deal with a bunch of hungover patrons before hitting the stalls."

"Drunkards… are unpleasant…" Laevatein mumbled, but her eyes were fully clear as she got off Alfonse. "But… what will we be doing? I've… never been to a common festival."

Alfonse stretched with a groan and stood, Laevatein already going to her bedside. "Well, we'll see games, go shopping, eat, dance, just go about and make merry. People always look forward to these, especially since most must work so hard to get by. Add on the war and I doubt the villagers will be able to hold another for some time."

Laevatein hummed in thought, swapping her sleepwear for the travel dress, leggings, and boots. "If I may… would it be too much of an imposition to seek out more clothes? I do not have my armor, and I would not wish to wear soiled garments in public."

Right there, Alfonse was remined Laevatein was indeed royalty. That, and he had to wonder why no one thought to pack a necessary change of clothes or two. "I don't mind at all, we're bound to see something that'll catch your eye. Though, why didn't you mention this earlier? I'm sure Fjorm would share, you both seem to have the same frame."

"I do not wish to impose," Laevatein said, the picture of reason. "That, and I feel Princess Fjorm chose her clothing for specific occasions. It would be better if I had my own… so nothing unpleasant befalls either of us."

Alfonse had a feeling she didn't mean muddy roads and fording rivers. Regardless, he smiled. "Then I see no issue in looking. Who knows, maybe we'll see something interesting while we browse."

Laevatein hid a smirk as she left the room, standing by the door as Alfonse changed. She was really looking forward to today, especially since she'd have the prince all to herself for most of it. A great chance to learn more about him, find his interests and what he loves, then start the seduction.

That was what she was here for after all, the whole reason to agree with his idea…

…So why did the thought of doing this for her father cause such discomfort in her chest?

"Laevatein? Are you ok?"

Laevatein blinked, turning to find Alfonse gazing at her in concern. "I… am ok. Just thinking about my sister."

"Princess Laegjarn?" Alfonse asked, humming at Laevatein's nod. "I'm sure she's fine. The Order has had no further skirmishes while we've been away, and I know your sacrifice was to ensure her safety. You clearly care for her."

Laevatein sighed and pushed off the wall. "She… has taken care of me, seen to my well-being. Would you not seek to protect someone who has done the same for you? You do not strike me as one who leaves debts unpaid."

"I owe no debts to my family." Alfonse said as he followed. "I protect my sister because she is my family and I love her. I protect my comrades because they support and care for me. My duty and my own values lead my actions, not a wish to collect on ephemeral debts."

Laevatein shook her head as they entered the inn's dining room, none of the night's revelry apparent. "You'd last barely a week in Muspel. No one does something without expecting a favor or payment, debt is the only way to escape paying with your life should what you offer in exchange be insufficient."

Alfonse frowned. "That… is a difficult way to live."

"It's the only way we know." Laevatein answered as they walked towards a waving Fjorm. "Are you… curious? About my home?"

Alfonse stroked his chin, thinking. "Yes… I am. Let's eat first though, we won't see Fjorm until later so better to send her off with a smile."

Laevatein eventually nodded, the pair taking a seat and chatting with Fjorm about that day's plans. It was strange to Laevatein, being so open, but she'd never felt lighter and more at ease than here with these two. Her… friends…

Such a strange word. Describing Fjorm and their odd bond struck up over barely two days while being completely insufficient to describe her and Alfonse. They weren't quite friends, not with Laevatein set on pursuing the prince, but he was still patient and willing to listen.

"Laevatein, are you ok? Fjorm left several minutes ago."

Laevatein blinked and looked around. Indeed, the Nifl princess was no longer there, and Alfonse was giving her another concerned look. "I'm fine… just lost in thought."

"You seem to be thinking a lot lately." Alfonse mumbled, gesturing to the plate in front of her. "Last I saw, you couldn't stand the taste of grapefruit, but you ate the one on your plate without noticing."

Laevatein grimaced, noting the rind sitting on her plate. "So… that was that bitter feeling I had…"

She stood and shook her head, hair falling over her back. "I… require something to distract me. Are those stalls you mentioned ready?"

"Most of them are," Alfonse said, standing as well. "I'm sure we'll find something to take your mind off things. And if not, well, I'll do my best to get you out of your funk."

Laevatein almost snorted. This wasn't a funk, more of… indecision. "Very well, then lead on. As I said, I've never been to a common festival."

Alfonse nodded and started for the door but paused when he felt Laevatein loop her arm around his. "Um… what are you doing?"

"I said to lead, did I not?" Laevatein asked, head tilted curiously. "I… do not wish us to get separated. This is the easiest way."

Alfonse scratched his cheek, a light blush visible. "Well, I guess, but it won't be that crowded. It's just that people are gossipers and they're bound to jump to conclusions."

"Fjorm… mentioned something like that." Laevatein mumbled, stepping closer to Alfonse. "But, are they not already gossiping? Fjorm said that it is inappropriate for a man and a woman to share a room, let alone two women and one man. What difference does this make?"

Alfonse didn't have a real answer to that, but he didn't want Fjorm to get the wrong idea. It would make the rest of this trip much harder than it needed to be if she thought Alfonse was getting sympathetic. "I guess… but let's try to be inconspicuous, if only so we can have some peace."

Laevatein felt an idea take root and she stood on her toes, lips next to his ear. "Of course. What better disguise than the happy couple?"

Alfonse nearly jumped away, but Laevatein kept him in place. "Was… was that a joke?"

"Of course." Laevatein said, mask back in place. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Alfonse flushed further and cleared his throat. "Uh, just surprised is all. You don't seem like one to make jokes. Uh… shall we be off?"

Laevatein nodded with a pleased grin. She'd heard mention of this thing called 'teasing' amongst the soldiers back home and she could see why it was so well liked.

Alfonse took the first step and guided her into the street, colorful cloth and tents already littering the streets. He was right about it not being very crowded, but there were still a lot more people than just villagers here.

As they walked through the throngs, Laevatein glanced around, trying to find something interesting. Most of what they passed were stands offering food, from fried dough coated in sugar to grilled meats and drinks. Most she recognized, but one or two looked strange to her.

Alfonse noticed and pulled her attention to a small stall at the end of the street. "This one's serving poached pears and cinnamon apples. Would you care to try them?"

"Then what will I get you?" Laevatein asked, even as she eyed the succulent pears. "I must pay you back lest I fall further into your debt."

Alfonse chuckled and freed himself, Laevatein reaching for him unconsciously. She stopped herself and watched Alfonse chat with the stall owner and exchange some coin for the pears and an apple. Once he had them, he came back and handed the pears to her. "Don't worry about it, the money's for all of us. Between you and me, Captain Anna gave us way more gold than I know what to do with, so don't be shy."

Laevatein hummed and took a bite of the first pear, a pleased noise escaping her. "So sweet… yet a little sour… what did you say this was?"

"Poached pears." Alfonse answered, taking a bite out of his apple. "Have you never seen pears before?"

Laevatein took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "In my home… only hardy plants can survive, and even then, only in what little soil is fertile. Few if any fruits make it to my people's tables, and only apples and grapefruit can be grown regularly. Things like this don't exist in Muspel."

"Then I'm glad to give you something new." Alfonse said, Laevatein pausing at his pleased voice. "Honestly, Askr is blessed to have so much fertile land. When there's no war, we produce more food then any of us know what to do with. Not even exporting most of the surplus deals with the problem and we have to leave much to rot."

Laevatein felt something weird bubble in her gut. "Are… are you saying what I think?"

"Well, it depends on my parents." Alfonse admitted as he guided Laevatein away from the stand. "But if what you say is true, I see no issue adding Muspel to our trade partners. We were already going to do so with Nifl when the war's over and I believe that alleviating your people's worries can finally put all this land to good use."

Laevatein stared in open shock. Food had been the most significant contributor to Muspel's culture of strength, and here was one man casually promising an end to it. What could he possibly gain from it aside from getting rid of excess?

"What else differs Askr from Muspel?" Alfonse asked as they walked, Laevatein taking his arm instinctually. "Aside from it being a land of flame and famine like you've already mentioned."

Laevatein looked at the ground, counting steps as she thought. "It… can be beautiful at night. My home is near an active volcano and watching the lava leap through the night sky is… breathtaking. Beyond that, military service is mandatory… and I believe we have far fewer dyes than this land."

Alfonse followed her gaze and spied a stand selling dye. "Well, what dyes do you have? I remember seeing much black and red amongst your soldiers, and a surprising amount of gold."

"We use mostly pumice and ash for our clothes." Laevatein mumbled, gazing curiously at the myriad colors. "It's the most abundant source of color, that's why everything's black. We also have large amounts of matter roots that grow in cave springs, thus the red. As for the gold… do you think all that lava doesn't have something valuable?"

Alfonse had been tracking her gaze as she'd explained, Laevatein's gaze always returning to a bottle of dark blue. "I suppose having the earth come to you would make mining much easier. Though, do not other metals make dyes too? Such as that blue?"

Laevatein looked away. "Not… really. Red and black signify strength to my people, all other colors are weak. Gold is the only exception, and that is for status alone. I… rarely see such vibrant hues."

Alfonse hummed as he looked to his festival partner and the stall. Eventually, he shrugged and went up to the stall, only to be surprised at who came out to greet them. "…Lady Oboro? What are you doing here?"

The spear fighter smiled at Alfonse, though her eyes were constantly flickering to an on-guard Laevatein. "Well, I heard the festival here would be selling all kinds of fashions, so I packed up my things and hopped over! Don't worry, I got permission and everything, but man it's been fun. Never thought I'd find so many fashion enthusiasts in one place!"

She crossed her arms. "So, how's our prisoner doing? Didn't think I'd see you arm in arm with her after just three days."

Alfonse scratched his cheek as Laevatein scooted closer, not quite glaring at Oboro. "Well, she insisted that we don't get separated. Considering she doesn't have a layout of the village yet and Fjorm got roped into helping the main event, I've had to make do."

Oboro looked skeptical but shrugged. "Alright, far be it from me to say anything else. To business, what brought you over here?"

Alfonse relaxed and pointed to the bottle of dark-blue dye. "Princess Laevatein was interested in this dye. I've been learning more about Muspel from her, and apparently they only use two colors in their clothes."

Oboro looked like she'd been told all fashion was dead. "What?! Oh, you poor soul, come with me! We are going to show you all kinds of colors, and I won't rest until we find the perfect wardrobe for you! None of that raven motif crap either!"

Laevatein soon found herself pulled away from Alfonse and forced into a circle of stalls, each offering something related to fashion. Was this place that close by? She'd never so much as spotted an entrance.

"Ladies and gents!" Oboro shouted, making everyone look at her. "I've found a model!"

There was silence for a moment before the various stall owners descended on Laevatein with a frenzy, the normally stoic woman letting out a strange squeak of panic before disappearing into the mass.

Alfonse watched in stunned amazement before giving chase. "Wait a minute, we didn't agree to any of this!"

One of the stall owners fell out of the crowd and blocked his route, her toothy grin saying it all. "Ah, let us get your lady friend ready, Prince Alfonse. It's been a right sight to see you with such a beauty hanging off your arm, and I hear you've got another performing tonight too! It does this old heart good to see you finally getting somewhere."

Alfonse blushed hard. "Wait a minute, you have the wrong idea! We're just out on a break, it's not like I'm courting them!"

The woman clearly didn't believe him. "Come my dear, there's no need to be shy. You're the crown prince, and a man at that, it's only natural you find yourself interested! Tell me, does your sister know? Or your parents? I know they'd be just giddy."

Alfonse silently swore to never tell any of them. His father would start celebrating, Sharena would tease him into the grave, and his mother would start planning a wedding. Before his parents heard where Laevatein or Fjorm were from of course, then things would get bad.

"As I said, you leave her to us," the woman said as she turned back to the crowd. "We'll bring your paramour out looking better than ever!"

Alfonse groaned as the woman left. "For the love of- she's not my paramour, neither's Fjorm! Geez, people will do all they can to inject romance where there's none to be found!"

Alfonse kicked at a pebble and felt his cheeks heat further. Yes, he knew that both girls were lovely, beautiful in fact, but he knew nothing would come of this journey. Well, hopefully Laevatein would have a change of heart, but romance was not happening.

Fjorm was married to her kingdom and revenge. Laevatein didn't understand most basic interactions as was, so that was out too. It didn't matter he was attracted to them, as anyone his age would be, there was just no way any of them could form something meaningful!

…It hurt to think that. He could almost hear Zacharias calling him an idiot and to try anyway, but damn it, he never had to deal with this! It wasn't like he could write a letter and ask for advice, everyone back at the Order were pathological matchmakers. Well, the married ones anyway, but his point stood.

Woe upon any that told Gunnthra, she'd never leave him or Fjorm be if she found out.

Disaster upon any who spilled the beans and got Princess Laegjarn on their trail, they'd have hell to pay while the general came for her sister.

"We're done! Alfonse, come see your lovely companion!"

Alfonse blinked, snapped from his thoughts. "What? You've been at it less than then…ten…minutes… wow."

Alfonse didn't know what else to say. Laevatein had been placed, well more likely forced, into a gown of navy with violet trimming. It drew the eye to her light hair that, in the light, looked a bit pink. A necklace of strung rubies made her red eyes shine more than usual and the ensemble looked amazing next to her cocoa skin.

"Told ya we'd make her look better than ever!" Oboro crowed as she popped out of the crowd. "Trust me, there were like, a million ways we could work with her. But, in the interest of keeping your trip light, I narrowed it down to this gown, her travel dress, a coat for nasty weather, a sun-dress, some casual pants and tunics, with some jewelry should you run into a formal occasion."

Alfonse's brain took another minute to reboot. "Uh… how much does this cost?"

One of the men laughed, several bags in hand. "If it secures the royal line, nothing!"

Everyone laughed except Alfonse and Laevatein. Alfonse was too busy being embarrassed and Laevatein was still processing how many outfits she'd been forced into over barely ten minutes.

"Well, get back to the festival." Oboro chuckled when no rebuttal was forthcoming. "I certainly don't want to miss Fjorm's show, but you two can get some more exploring in before that happens. Go on, show off, we chose that especially for you!"

Alfonse had enough sense to bow and mumble his thanks before grabbing Laevatein's hand and getting away from the mad fashionistas. Once they were in a secluded corner, Alfonse bowed deeply. "I cannot express enough regret for getting you into that. I had no idea Oboro would be there, let alone drag you off."

"…It is fine." Laevatein sighed, playing with a strand of hair. "At least… my clothing's been taken care of."

Alfonse straightened and pinched his nose. "And at cost no less. I don't know what they expect from being that generous, but I still must apologize for their antics. Are you sure you're ok?"

Laevatein took a moment to look over her new clothes. The gown was smooth, comfortable, and very flattering. The necklace was beautiful, and she could easily picture Alfonse staring at her dumbfounded…

"I'm… quite alright. In fact, I feel I should thank them."

She sauntered forward and smirked at him. "I can honestly say I've made someone speechless. If that's not a good thing, I don't know what is."

Alfonse stared before smiling. "You're not pausing as much when you speak. I'll take that as a good thing."

He offered his arm. "Ready to see more of the festival? We haven't even seen the games yet."

Laevatein nodded and took his arm, sweeping out of the corner with him. She could feel the villagers and visitors staring at her and whispering, but she didn't mind. Instead, she felt almost at peace as jealous young men muttered about Alfonse being lucky and admiring women called her beautiful.

She wasn't vain by nature, but it sure felt good to get her ego stroked.

…Now that was strange. Weapons had no ego, they simply followed orders. They were pleased when their master was complimented, not themselves. Was it that being with Alfonse for so short a time was wearing away at a lifetime of conditioning?

Was this what affection could do?

"Oh look, they've set up mock fights. I don't think we can have a turn with you all dressed up, but there's a chess tournament over there if you're interested."

Laevatein returned to reality and glanced around. Indeed, it appeared they'd arrived at a large clearing in the stalls where several games had been set up. There were mock fights, as Alfonse said, and a group of men playing chess right next to the ring. "…Sure, I haven't played a game of chess in some time."

Alfonse nodded and led her to the tables, each taking a seat across from a challenger. Alfonse took a few minutes to dispatch his opponent, but a glance over showed Laevatein already on her second. "Wow, you're good at this."

Laevatein shrugged as she forced her opponent into check. "I played often with my sister. She… did it to sharpen my tactics."

Alfonse hummed, his next opponent taking a seat. "Well, you're obviously experienced. Want to have a few more matches before going against me?"

"Why Prince Alfosne, are you challenging me?" Laevatein asked with faux confusion. "I thought you were more partial to things unrelated to the mind."

Alfonse raised a brow. "Sass from you? Something must be in the air here, you're nothing like you were last week."

"I'm as confused as you are." Laevatein said as she stopped her opponent's desperate counter-attack. "But… it is not unpleasant. I feel… light, almost. Checkmate."

Some of the onlookers oohed and awed, a crowd forming over the next several minutes as Alfonse and Laevatein took on all comers and swiftly defeated them. It became a bit rowdy as someone started taking bets when it came time for the pair to face off.

Compared to the other games, this one was far more deliberate. Laevatein had played with some of the best strategic minds in Muspel over the years, but Alfonse had practiced with strategists renowned in every kingdom that knew of them. Even still, his style was straight-forward, and it was only his practice that kept the game even.

"How do you think Fjorm is doing?"

The question startled Laevatein, making her let go of the knight she was moving. It was in a terrible position too, which Alfonse took swift advantage of. "I… fail to see how that has any bearing on this match."

Alfonse shrugged as she tried to figure out a counter. "Well, I'm hoping she's not too nervous. Fjorm's very dedicated to her work, that's not in doubt, but she's always been shy and reluctant to interact with others. Trust me, it took weeks for her to get comfortable with me and we've been partners since she joined."

Laevatein bit her lip and made a tentative move. Of course Alfonse would bring Fjorm up, they'd known each other for so long. It wouldn't surprise her if Alfonse thought on her whenever Laevatein wasn't talking to him or otherwise dragging his gaze to her.

…Was this that jealousy thing her sister had mentioned a while back? Geez, emotions were so fickle, no wonder her sister preached stoicism.

"Check."

Laevatein turned her attention to the board and growled. Her king was pinned between a bishop and a rook with only one way out. That would just lead to checkmate because of his queen, but her only piece with the movement to counter was blocked by a blasted pawn. That mistake with the knight had cost her the game.

"…I concede."

She tipped over her king and the crowd cheered, Alfonse reaching over to shake her hand. "I got lucky, you had me if you hadn't let go of the knight. I… apologize for startling you like that."

Laevatein shook. "It's… nothing to apologize for. Unexpected actions or distractions are a part of life, we must account for them."

Alfonse smiled and nodded. "Spoken like a leader. Well, this has been fun, but it's almost time for the show. Don't want to miss it, right?"

Laevatein silently wished that they would. That way Alfonse's attention would be focused solely on her for the rest of the day. But… she knew he'd go anyway and saying no would do nothing but confuse him. "…Of course not."

Alfonse's smile widened, and they left the tent, silently wondering at the amount of money changing hands. Once they were away from the games, they made their way through the streets of stalls and eventually found themselves in the main square.

By the looks of things, the show was about to begin. Why else would there be so many of the villagers gathered in one place?

…That explained why the streets were so much emptier than earlier.

Regardless, the pair found a spot near the front. The crowd was rowdy and loud, but Alfonse and Laevatein were content to wait for their friend to take the stage and dazzle away.

"Hey, Alfonse!"

Alfonse perked up and turned to find Oboro running towards him, a bundle of cloth in hand. "Lady Oboro? What do you need?"

Oboro screeched to a halt and shoved the bundle into his arms. "You guys left so fast I didn't give you your clothes! Not Laevatein's, I dropped those off at the inn, these are yours Alfonse!"

Alfonse looked between the bundle and Oboro several times before groaning. "But I already brought all the necessary-"

"No buts mister!" Oboro scolded. "What were you thinking going around the festival dressed like a common vagabond when you have a lovely lady on your arm? Go get changed, now!"

Alfonse stared aghast. "But the show's about to start! I don't want Fjorm to think I've abandoned her!"

"Then make it snappy or apologize backstage!" Oboro barked. "I can't let a fashion disaster walk alongside my work any longer!"

Alfonse could tell she wouldn't give up and people were starting to notice. "Fine, fine. Geez, I'll take your 'disaster' comment and raise you an Odin."

Oboro's grimace could have slain a lesser man.

"Alright, I'm going! Laevatein, please save this seat, I'll be back shortly."

Alfonse stood and ran, Oboro plopping into the vacated seat. "So you know, I don't trust you."

Laevatein almost laughed at the blunt statement. "…I'd be surprised if you did. Why… were you so generous earlier? All those clothes are… lovely."

Oboro looked at the younger girl before shrugging. "Honestly, everyone's been worried about the kid since we got summoned. He's withdrawn, soft-spoken, and way too serious. Only time we see passion out of him is when he's helping someone or training with his sister."

Her gaze sharpened. "That changed not too long ago though. First, we ran into Fjorm, and it was like finding a kindred spirit. They're both determined, stubborn, and set on their goals, but kind as well. It only made sense they'd become battle partners. Then we captured you and I swear Alfonse has been more talkative than ever."

Laevatein didn't look at Oboro, preferring the stage. "What… are you implying?"

"I'm just saying that you better be good to him." Oboro grunted, grimace returning. "The kid's been through enough as is, he won't be able to take losing either of you. Fjorm because she's the first close friend he's had in years, you because he refuses to break promises."

Laevatein kept her eyes forward, even as the announcer started to quiet the crowd. "Your words are… appreciated. I have… no intention of doing anything to harm him… He has shown me much in so short a time."

Oboro stared at her before looking back and smirking. "Alright, he's back. Good luck with Prince Charming alright? I'll only ask you don't come back and make us hold a three-way wedding at sword-point."

The innuendo flew straight over Laevatein's head. "Pardon?"

Oboro shook her head and stood. "Never mind. Took you long enough Alfonse, the show's starting!"

Alfonse scowled as he walked up, Laevatein staring in surprise. "It's your fault for making me run off like that. Where do you think we'll put all these clothes?"

He was wearing a tunic of navy blue with white trousers and brown boots, the tunic embroidered with sapphire and ruby. On his hands sat a simple band each, one silver and the other gold. Finally, his bangs had been combed back to show his deep blue eyes.

"Ah, you'll figure something out." Oboro laughed. "Now be sure to compliment Fjorm after the show, I made her outfit too!"

"What?" Alfonse sputtered, shock clear. "When did you find the time-?"

"Ladies and gentlemen! It's time for our main act!"

Oboro chose then to give a quick farewell and disappear, leaving Alfonse to steam for a moment before taking his seat. "Sorry about that. I swear, that woman is obsessed with fashion, I don't know what Prince Takumi sees in her. Didn't give you much trouble, did she?"

Laevatein shook her head as several performers took their places. "No… she was fine. Where's…Fjorm?"

Alfonse opened his mouth, but it dropped well beyond what Laevatein was expecting. Then, she looked to the stage and whistled. "Wow…"

Fjorm's hair had been styled into waves of gold, the light blue tips curled towards her chin. It drew attention to her bright blue eyes and a necklace of gold strung with lapis lazuli. Under that was a gown of white embroidered in gold and aquamarine that ran to her heels, just showing her boots. Almost as an afterthought, a pair of wing-shaped earrings sparkled under the light of a setting sun.

Alfonse blinked rapidly, not sure what to say or think. It was probably a sign that his mind was shaken that it finally noticed how late it was.

Wow, time flies. Oboro knows her stuff, I've had my jaw drop twice today.

"She's beautiful…" Laevatein whispered, dazed. "I…I thought today was my day…"

Alfonse felt like something needed to be said and fast. "Yes, she is, but so are you. I count myself lucky to see you both dressed for something fun rather than war. Anyone would say the same if you ask me, and I'm glad to see you both enjoying yourselves. I… wasn't all that confident this idea would work, but you've both made this worth it, even if it's been one stop."

Laevatein seemed to snap out of it and gave Alfonse a small smile. "…Thank you."

Alfonse smiled back, and they settled in, waving at Fjorm when she spotted them. Her smile was nervous, but she became more confident as a rhythm filled the air. Alfonse recognized it as a folk song popular even in court about a seaweed farmer and his courting of a rich man's daughter.

Fjorm was just as good with the jaunty tune as her mournful melody, the crowd singing along. After that, and thunderous applause, Fjorm performed several more tunes before closing on the song that had gotten her the position in the first place.

Throughout the performance, Alfonse felt Laevatein rest her head on his shoulder, a serene expression on her face. So very different from what he'd long seen her as, stoic and unrelenting.

Peace suited her far better than war if you asked him.

The performance closed to cheers and applause roaring across the village like river rapids, Alfonse one of the most enthusiastic. Fjorm bowed to the crowd and stepped back for the other performers to receive their does, slipping behind the stage a moment later.

"Come on," Alfonse said as he stood. "We need to congratulate her and take another walk. Trust me, festivals really kick off at night."

Laevatein followed, the pair sneaking behind the stage to find Fjorm seated on a bench and panting.

"Fjorm, that was amazing!" Alfonse said as they walked up, Fjorm's breath calming at the sight of them. "You had everyone astounded, it wouldn't surprise me if you made the festival!"

Fjorm smiled tiredly, exhaustion clear when she spoke. "That's… wonderful… I hoped it would be ok. It wasn't… easy learning… all those songs in a few hours…"

"That does sound… difficult." Laevatein said, head tilted curiously. "Are you… able to join us for the rest of the night?"

Fjorm seemed to realize the sun had set. "Heavens… it's that late already? I'm up to it… just let me catch my breath."

Alfonse nodded and took a seat next to her, Laevatein taking the opposite side. "Well, I think you deserve to have some fun. We've had some, right Laevatein?"

Laevatein smiled and patted Fjorm's leg. "You know… I have. Also, both of you… go ahead and call me Laev. It's easier, and frankly less suspicious should we end up somewhere closer to the front."

The others stared at her before Fjorm tried it out. "Laev… hm, I like your full name better, it's got a certain ring to it. But, if that's your wish, I see no trouble in using it."

"I concur," Alfonse said. "It doesn't matter what we call you, you're still Laevatein at the end of the day. Now, are we ready to head out? I heard a dance was going to start nearby."

Fjorm nodded and Alfonse pulled her up. Laevatein took his hand as well and each woman took a side. "Who will your partner be, Prince Alfonse?"

"Well, it's hard to choose with two friends before me, yet only one of myself." Alfonse laughed, guiding them into the streets. "How about we listen to the tunes and go from there?"

Laevatein giggled, the sound foreign to her ears. "I've only learned the fast tunes I'm afraid. I hope you'll be fine on the slow dances."

"I know those quite well." Fjorm said a little too quickly. "So you'll have a partner regardless it looks like."

Alfonse just kept smiling, his legs subconsciously shaking. He had a feeling the rest of the night would be tiring. Fun, most certainly, but tiring nonetheless.

-Three Hours Later-

"Man, I'm bushed."

Alfonse opened their room's door with a sigh. Fjorm had fallen asleep not ten minutes ago after her last dance, a simple waltz to close out the festival, and Alfonse had carried her back. Laevatein was equally tired, but she had the advantage of not being a performer that day.

"It… was enjoyable though." Laevatein said as they entered. "Even yesterday's revelry doesn't compare."

Alfonse chuckled tiredly as he laid Fjorm into her bed, the princess grinning in her sleep. "Well, it may be rare to have such revelry, but these are the things everyone looks forward to. Warm nights, food and drink aplenty, friends and family all around."

He turned to Laevatein and gestured vaguely, as if to encompass everything. "This… this is why the Order fights. So that we all may come and make merry after an honest day's work. Where even the most jaded may lay down their walls and enjoy life."

"This… is living."

Laevatein was expecting this speech, but she was still struck by his sincerity. Every word he said, he meant, even when he unintentionally flirted or handed out compliments. Was it any wonder the people adored him so?

Was it any wonder she was falling so hard, so fast?

"Teach me."

Alfonse blinked as Laevatein strode forward, taking his hand in hers and placing the other on her back. "The dances you did with Fjorm… please, teach them to me. I… want to do the slow dances too."

Alfonse blinked a few more times. "Are you sure? I know we're both tired and there's no music to practice with."

"Simply the steps." Laevatein whispered, moving a little closer. "We may have music later, and I will gladly teach Fjorm the faster dances with your assistance."

Alfonse looked a tad uncomfortable, but Laevatein had determination writ across her face. "…Very well, but only a few tonight. I'm tired enough to sleep for two days."

Laevatein merely smiled. "On your count."

Alfonse nodded, and they wiled away the next hour with box-steps and turns, the creak of floor-boards the only noise. By the end, Alfonse could no longer stand, and he changed into a simple tunic before falling asleep, boots and all.

Laevatein, the last awake, looked over the room as she prepared for bed. "It's strange… not two weeks here, yet I have experienced such… happiness. The only joys of home were the few times father was proud of me, or when sister would take the time to see me. Yet here… I fell as if I'm floating…"

She took a deep breath, savoring the sweet smell of wood and linen mixed with the humid air and the slight sting of sweat. Home smelled of ash, fire, and brimstone…

But she found this scent far more relaxing.

"Goodnight, Princess Fjorm… my friend…"

Fjorm mumbled in her sleep and turned, nearly rolling off the bed.

Laevatein giggled under her breath. She had a feeling that's how Fjorm ended up on Alfonse in the morning.

Then, she looked to Alfonse, already deep asleep. "Goodnight, Prince Alfonse…"

"My… sweet prince…"

Her mind didn't register those words as she fell to her pillow and her dreams not a moment later. With that, all was quiet, and their uninvited guest outside sighed in relief.

"Man, Gunnthra's not gonna be happy to hear this." Oboro groaned as she wrote down what she'd heard and witnessed that day. "I gave them all new outfits, but the Muspel girl got pretty much all day with Alfonse. Fjorm's gonna need some help to catch up, so let's see what her sister has to say."

She finished writing and rolled up the letter. A quick walk took her to a window where a white owl was waiting. "Feh, take this to the others. Bring me back the reply as soon as you can, our friends leave tomorrow."

The owl hooted and sped away, Oboro sighing before looking back to the room. "Trust me Fjorm, I'm pulling for ya, but your chance is going to slip away at this rate."

A wicked grin settled on her face. "But everyone was staring at all of you, so I know my clothes did their jobs. I'll be looking at all the customers tomorrow, and that means I can give you something to work with!"

Oboro cackled as she snuck out of the inn, her targets none the wiser.

All they knew were happy dreams and eased hearts, the world and its troubles a lifetime away.

Ch. End

And that's the festival! I hope everyone enjoyed the time with Laevatein because we'll be back with Fjorm next time!

Actually, what do you guys think of alternating between the two? Or something like, Alfonse, Fjorm, Laevatein? I'm kind of curious.

For the curious, the song Fjorm starts with is called Dulaman, an Irish folk song. It's really good!

As there were no reviews, I'll leave this to you. See you next time!