i walk away from the soundless room~

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 (art by juvehiir)

 

The Shining City knows the Prin well. Significantly better than the Hallowed Heir, who keeps to the Palace nearly as much as Hallownest’s King. It’s not half as much of an event when they’re seen striding through the streets, escorted by none. They’re the one who escorts others, at times; Marissa in particular, after she gained a little too much attention in turn by their initial visit, or other such shopkeepers who found a surge in popularity after finding a royal customer. 

 

Thankfully, the worst of the dramatics and kowtowing tapered off as time went by. These days, Prin Ghost is given the occasional bow and a far more common wave, but barely any second glances.

 

Just as they wished.

And entertaining to everyone involved. 

 

Tucked within their cloak-wings, a good half of their brood clings, unknown to all but the most observant of passerby. Fuzz tickles with their silent laughter.

 

They wander with half a plan, furry heads popping out at their signals to observe and hide again. There's only a little rain to shake off afterwards. (A little? It's still plenty. Prin Ghost is used to such phantom considerations.)

An excellent game.

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He's looking at them without turning his head too much. There are little Voidmoths perched on him that he doesn't want to disturb, even for politeness' sake.

"Now, that would be hard to miss! Yes, I gathered that much." Quirrel laughs lightly. A name is too much to ask then, or they'd have said. He doesn't pursue it. "I'm afraid my visits to the Palace are infrequent. I am to remain at the Madam's call as well, and that does keep me busy. Socialising hasn't made it onto my list as of yet!"

His antennae twitch back up into place, fidgeting once before going still.

"Be careful up there. I'm not used to being a platform."

Quirrel cups behind Pepper with the hand they're not standing on, and resumes fussing at their fluff with one thumb.

He is doing a remarkable job at holding very still.

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Prin Ghost is rustling their legs together, feeling their little voidmoths skittering around more than watching.

"I don't blame you. It's a poor place visit often, and worse to socialize at." Trust them, they live there. Or perhaps that's a better reason not to trust them...? They're desensitized to the grandeur of the place, and most to encounter are either awestruck worshippers of the King on important mission, or the King himself and his family. The Prin loves their Siblings, certainly, but the rest they can take or leave.

(And oftentimes, they leave.)

Powder sits down between the antennae, sticking their paws out to Pepper, who grabs on instinct and gets yanked up Quirrel's face with wild leg- and wing-flailing.