Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 11 Mar 2011
Summary: 03 February 2000 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa
Author Notes: comport, transitive verb;
1. To conduct or behave (oneself) in a particular manner.
intransitive verb;
1. To be fitting; to accord; to agree - usually followed by "with."
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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It was a fun if childish celebration, held every year in Baron City, that had roots that not a lot of people even cared to recall anymore. It was a festival of fertility, a gesture of thankfulness to the earth and sky for the harvests as well as a call for blessing that the men and women of Baron's empire would bear strong sons in the coming year. Drinks ran in unending flow, dances and laughter filled the air, food stalls lined the streets, children ran about the game booths, and the day was full of gaiety. One of the perhaps most amusing traditions of the day was that for this one day alone, men wore dresses while women wore pants and shirts. Most men knew they could never get away with looking half decent, although part of the fun was in trying; the women still managed to look pretty, regardless of the improper garb. Kain didn't even mind participating, if only because he was rather fond of escorting his best friends around the city streets. He even let Rosa spruce him up for the part, powdering his face and doing up his hair. He didn't go quite as far as some, who were willing to pad their chests to give the illusion of breasts, but he saw no need to go that far.
Rosa looked quite lovely, regardless of borrowing and wearing an outfit directly from Cecil's wardrobe, including a pair of trousers that might have fit her a bit too well all things considered. Cecil, on the other hand, managed to become more and more outlandishly stunning each year, and he didn't even have to try. Simply brushing his hair and putting on a nice dress and a pair of shoes to match was all that he ever did, and yet that was more than enough. It had gotten to the point that some of the younger children would grasp the lengths of his skirts and tug at them until he looked down, at which point he would be informed in no uncertain terms that he needed to go change into a man's clothes like he was "supposed to." Considering how much he disliked being reminded of the awkwardness of his body, it was surprising that the young prince was even willing to be seen in public at all this day, much less take such comments with humor.