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Some parents would be surprised she was doing this to a fourteen year old, but she knew her daughter better than most. Chrys would love this silly little escapade. And the middle child deserved some special treatment. Still, Calpurnia was slightly perturbed by how simply the girl accepted the blindfold.
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The SUV edged into the marked parking spot with the muted crunch of wheel on gravel. The parking lot was beautifulyl decorated if a bit on the tacky side. The engine shut off a few seconds later. First, the scientist let Purrseus out of the backseat. He wore a little faux tunic and a rather fetching—very medieval—cap. Its crowning feather came courtesy of a Xatu in the lab.
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With a soft smile, Calpurnia moved to the passenger side of the car. She would gently reach for her daughter’s hand to guide her out. “Try not to trip.” After getting her into place, mother’s nails deftly pick apart the knot.

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In front of Chrysanthe are the gates to a Renaissance fair and a small flower arc with her name on it. Dressed in surprisingly accurate armor, a ‘knight’ sits upon a proud Rapidash. Beside it—saddle empty—is a Galarian Rapidash. Its mane is twisted blue and gold, a rare coloration among its kind.
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The knight smiled at the girl. He lifted his cheap visor with an audible clack. “Princess Chrysanthe! My lady!” There is a pause as he smiles. “I am your escort for this fine morn! Sir Donahue the Grey!” The tip of his sword sweeps to indicate the gate. “We are pleased to meet your acquaintice!” At this moment, Calpurnia sighed. The knight offers the girl a crown.
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Chrysanthe could not do much unattended..
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“Yours and that of the dowager queen.” She wondered if that sword was real enough to run him through.

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✦ Thy ride awaits Princess.

BY GUNSMILE

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Chrys, Crystal

she/they

fourteen

October 15

Petalburg City

aromantic asexual

student

civilian

once upon

a dream.

4'7'' / 140 cm height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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POSTED ON Sept 3, 2024 14:40:19 GMT

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The 'surprise' came a little bit out of the sapphire blue, she has to say, but it's nothing that she would refuse, per se - after all, she trusts her mother, and doesn't see a reason why that shouldn't be this case. Chrysanthe might not have any idea what is going on, but from the relaxed Munna on her lap, she can further sense and confirm that nothing bad is happening. Nothing bad would ever happen, actually ... and today would be no different.[break]
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Curious when the SUV comes to a halt, she waits patiently until she hears the door of the passenger's seat being opened - willingly putting a hand into her mother's palm as she carefully gets out, leaving the Munna to float alongside for once. "I wonder where we are going," she hums with a smile. It ... sounds busy, to say the very least, but that is the only clue she can get off of.[break]
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And then, it all happens at once.[break]
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Chrysanthe first doesn't notice the blindfold falling - and then, there is so much to take in. The background of the busy Renaissance Fair, the hustle and bustle of such a place, and the Rapidashes standing in front - the knight atop of one, and the riderless Galarian one. Then - words - astonished, and flabbergasted, and - and - and - and - utterly excited. "Eeeee!" the young girl exclaims first, a hand in front of her mouth as she gasps, looking back and forth between the knight - he called her princess! - and her mother. Shyness isn't normally a problem for Chrysanthe, but there is still some hesitation until she goes with the flow, the happiest smile on her face as she notices how the Purrseus is also dressed for the occasion. "It is an honour to meet you, Sir Donahue The Grey," she does a curtsey, though rather than accepting the crown from the knight, she politely takes it and gives the crown to her mother, a huge smile in place. "Can you crown me? Do you think we both fit on the Rapidash together?"

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MISSION: The Ren-Faire

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- Enjoy the Ren-Faire.

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AISLING / ♁ / SYNCHRONIZE / DEFENSE CURL, STORED POWER, HYPNOSIS, DREAM EATER, MOONLIGHT, MOONBLAST

FEARGHAS / ♁ / SWEET VEIL / AROMATIC MIST, SWEET KISS, SWEET SCENT, DAZZLING GLEAM, MISTY TERRAIN, RECOVER

CATRIONA / ♁ / HEALER / CONFUSION, PLAY NICE, LIFE DEW, PSYBEAM, PSYCHIC, DISARMING VOICE

IARLAITH / ♂︎ / EFFECT SPORE / GIGA DRAIN, ASTONISH, CONFUSE RAY, SLEEP POWDER, MOONLIGHT, MOON BLAST

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Kelpie

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Snowbelle City

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Rocket Scientist

Grunt

Fill Me Up Buttercup

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35 height

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Calpurnia’s irritation at Sir Grey fades beneath the brilliance of her daughter’s excitement. With an indulgent expression, the scientist relaxes. A manicured hand reaches out to rest gently on her feline’s head. This sort of nonsense was something her departed husband would have loved. It was a relief to see its effect.
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With all this war nonsense going around, it was hard for children to act like children.
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As Chrysanthe passes the crown to her, the tin-can-wearing fool starts forward with a protest on his lips. “Of course, love!.” A sharp glance from momma bear stops him in his tracks It’s her day, you idiot. Bright purple nails take the crown and gently brush some of her daughter’s hair out of the way. Though the crown is plastic and fake sapphires, it contrasts beautifully against the rest of the outfit. “Chryssy! It’s like it was made for you.”
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Sir Donahue offers a smile to the young lass. But at the invitation to mount the horse together, he steps forward. “We can get your mother—” A shiver runs down his spine as he drops the Galarian equine’s reins.
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He doesn’t realize that his offer has implications. And he is not forward-thinking enough not to call to question a young woman’s weight.

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“There is plenty of room for both of us.” With surprising efficiency, the scientist boosts herself into the saddle. Her feline companion shifts to the horse’s other side. “Chop chop, Donahue.” He tugs irritably at the collar of his outfit with his front claws. “Do give her highness a boost.”

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With a tight smile, the knight laces his fingers together for Chrysanthe.

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✦ Thy ride awaits Princess.

BY GUNSMILE

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Chrys, Crystal

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October 15

Petalburg City

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4'7'' / 140 cm height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2024 22:10:37 GMT

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Unaware of the judgemental expression on the knight's face, she only watches as her mother seems rather pleased with the whole thing going on. But it is fun, indeed! And only befitting for her, as she would argue. Waiting excitedly for the other to put the crown on her head, she does a curtsy, elegantly presenting herself in front of her mother until the crown is placed on her head and she's flooded with excitement, jumping around and squealing. "Is it? Hehe! Am I pretty?" For once, she isn't quite binding herself to the usual calm composure that she is displaying, if only for the myriad of thoughts that race through her mind, trying to make sense of reality - to parse reality in a way that fits her world. But this is quite how she would picture the ideal world, so there isn't much need to get lost into the castle of her own mind, if there is a whole faire to discover.[break]
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Unknowing of what she might have just set off with her innocent request, she waits and sees how the weighs are shifted around before bowing politely to the knight and joining her mother carefully, hoping to sit in the very front whatsoever, so she can pet the Rapidash's beautiful mane. "You are so pretty! What is your name?" she says to the horse before turning to look at Sir Donahue and her mother. "Where are we off to?" There are just so many things that come to mind still, of things that she wants to do, like! Like ... "Can I get a sword? Like, a real knight princess?"