[ AW ] time is purple just before night

Aryth might have wanted him to use this ball as an opportunity to get more familiar with Rionnach’s culture and people… but truth be told, between the scholar’s company and all the excellent food, such research was a distant priority in the blonde brute’s mind. Still, when he could no longer fit in another bite – for the time being, at least – he figured he might as well give it a try. But where to start? He was reluctant to approach anyone; as much as he appreciated the ball’s openness, he knew better than to assume it wasn’t received with lukewarm feelings by some of the nobles. Annoying someone much higher up the ladder of society with his presence was something an outlander like him could easily come to regret. In the end, Grigori chose to familiarize himself with something not related to socializing.

The paintings on the walls.. The cowboy already found book illustrations to be incredibly impressive, but they paled in comparison to what adorned the ballroom’s walls. One of them depicted a clime he was more familiar with, a desert at dusk – the scenery was composed with a rich array of colors, just like what he remembered.. no, perhaps even more than that. The warm hues of the fading sun and the wasteland mixed with the encroaching night’s navy blue, creating a wide range of purples. A view that could be seen for only a few fleeting moments of the clearest of days, here it was static, frozen in time and immortalized. Grigori could hardly bring himself to look away.


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