Rumius turned on his shower and started to strip, stepping in and bathing. He washed his hair and attempted to slick it back without brushing it, then giving up and grabbing a brush. After a very stubborn shower, he got out and dried off, dressing in the same place and walking out, still clipping on his robe.
Reene was enjoying the remains of her syrup when she looked up to her king. "Are you prepared?" She asked him, smiling. The female licked her fingers clean and stood . "You shall lead me to the garden, yes?"
Rumius met her smile with a small one of his own. He couldn't help but smile at her childishness. She was so sweet and innocent.
"Yes, I shall. Please get on something heavier so you don't get too cold."
"Something heavier….. as in clothing?" She asked him. Looking about the room, confusion lit her gaze alight. "Where would I get that? Show me."
"Yes, as in clothing. I can lend you one of my jackets, if you'd like?" He asked her in a gentle tone of voice, crossing the room to grab out a coat for her to wear.
"Oh, I would like to wear your clothing." Reene shook her head as if to show her eagerness. "Yes, please." She followed after him, looking over his shoulder as he fetched her a jacket.
"Okay, come here, then," Rumius turned from his closet and shook the jacket out a little. It was black, fuzzy, and a little bit big for her, but it seemed warmer than the sleeping clothes she was wearing. "Just put this on over your other stuff."
(( Thinking about these two as I listen – https://youtu.be/MCbTJsiUXG8?list=PLcwzm33qtENTv98WB156-lI8Xc6LAEM5F))
Doing as she was told, Reene took the jacket and put it on, smiling brightly with excitement as she relished the feeling of the fuzzy material against her skin. She practically drowned in the over sized jacket, but the look on her face said she wasn't bothered in the least.
(Aweee)
Rumius curled the jacket around her shoulders and gently booped her nose, turning away from her and leading the way out of his bedroom as if the boop never happened.
"Come on, keep up please."
Frozen, Reene stood still as her cheeks unexpectedly grew hot. What was this she was feeling? Slowly, she lifted her hand to her nose. Why had he touched her nose? Looking after Rumius, following him out of the room and down the hall, still thinking on his action.
Rumius wasn't entirely sure why he booped her nose like that. His dad did that a lot to his wife, but that was about it. It was just a gentle sign of affection to her. He looked over his shoulder and beckoned for her to walk a bit faster.
She practically had to run to keep up with Rumius, she stumbled a few times as she got use to the action. It took some concentration to not trip over her feet at she kept her eye on her master.
Rumius paused so she could keep up, sticking out a hand and gently stopping her when she reached him at full speed. "Slow down, Reene. We're not in any type of rush," He hummed softly, booping her nose again and continuing at a slower pace.
After the second time he'd touched her nose, her curiosity got the better of her. "Why did you do that?" She asked as she caught her breath. "Why do you touch my nose?"
"My dad used to do it to my mum. He said it was always a sign of affection," Rumius hummed softly to her, grinning a little.
"Affection?" She echoed, mirroring his grin. "Tell me of this affection, please?"
"Affection? Oh… it's kind of like… showing how much you like them. It's like, giving hugs and stuff." He shrugged.
With a nod of underetand, Reene hide this information in her heart. "Now, I touch your nose, too." She annouced as she did just that. It felt out of the ordinary and quite silly, but she found she liked it.
Rumius chuckled gently at the boop of his nose, smiling. "I like it. Do you like it, huh?" He asked as he booped her nose in return. He gestured for her to keep walking.
With a nod, she continued beside him. "I do like it." Looking about the richly painted halls as they continued on their way. "How long must we walk until we reach the dead flowers?" She asked.
“We have to walk to the garden,” He hummed softly as he led her down the halls, his long cloak fluttered behind him as they held hands when he walked with her, humming faintly.
"Yes, I am aware. But, how much longer?" She reiterated. "This place you live in. It is much larger than it appears." As they walked, she reached a hand out to brush along the walls which were cold to the touch.
He hummed softly in understanding and watched her move her hand along the wall, which brightened and warmed as she walked. It was like a long strip of yellow in the black, as if someone had run a giant finger through grime.
“A few minutes.”
"And how does one know what takes a 'few minutes'?" She asked him. She had visited Time only once in her life. She had been given his blessing as a Staar, but she was too young to perceive his ways.
He glanced at her once with a slight raise of his eyebrows. “I um… I just know it takes me a few minutes to walk down there. I don’t know about minutes themselves.” He shrugged the smallest bit.
Reene seemed to accept the answer. After moments of silent, she looked up to him and asked, "Is it less than a few minutes now?"
“Not very much,” He responded, glancing back a few feet away, where they just were. “I’ll tell you when we’re almost there,” He assured gently.
With a sigh, she nodded. Reene began to hum to herself, enchanted by the sounds she could make, the melodies she could orchestrate by herself.
Rumius listened to her hum and watched her sway out of the corner of his eye. She had a very pretty voice.
"I've met Music before." She said out of the blue. Looking up to Rumius, she nodded her head. "A young male he was, but at the time, the darkness, Dramerri, was on the throne, her brother, Scronos, had yet to be born. She was but a child herself, yet she hated him, and demanded his silence or he would not remain with the gods. So, he offered himself to the world, become the sound of the rippling brooks and wind through the trees. He's the songs you mortals sing and the instruments you play. His child is Unity."
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