Post by Phantasma on Jan 13, 2021 19:07:02 GMT -5
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I need your help. This letter has traveled potentially across whole blues to find you or maybe a friend passed it off to you, whatever the circumstance... please, help me.
This is no promise of wealth, of land or any fathomable riches. It's a plea written out of despair.
The Ciudadela Queendom is where the black cloud hangs; over the outskirts of Cuauhmaitl.
For your consideration
Q
Dearest Reader...
I need your help. This letter has traveled potentially across whole blues to find you or maybe a friend passed it off to you, whatever the circumstance... please, help me.
This is no promise of wealth, of land or any fathomable riches. It's a plea written out of despair.
The Ciudadela Queendom is where the black cloud hangs; over the outskirts of Cuauhmaitl.
For your consideration
Q
Against all odds this letter had arrived to countless individuals. Many crumpled the weathered paper into ruined balls, some burned them in fire places or even tossed them back into the wind. There were a few curious people who made the journey to this Queendom, a massive island located in the south blue. Although they numbered only three these three souls would be at the center of a conflict spanning two generations. The crux of it all would hinge upon their decisions, perhaps bind them with an especially tough red string of fate. A black cloud pierced by three shining stars...
Ciudadela Queedom, Isle of Cuauhmaitl. 5:25 PM, Monday, Cuauhmaitl Backroads.
Patch #1
Patch #1
It took some time getting used to the idea that Patch wasn't the brightest, snazziest dressed guy in the room. This whole island was swarming with people dressed in evocative, flowing, free clothing reminiscent of summer islands. The women wore revealing dresses, laced towers of luxurious material that left little to imagine if it was thin enough. The men weren't an exception, where you could avoid wearing a shirt-- they did. Feathers decorated hair long and short, precious metals bounced along in the form of bands or earrings. Floral designs were also common, either worn or in the form of tattoos. It almost made Patch reconsider his whole look until a bump in the road forced him back into the present.
He was riding in an open carriage towards the township of Cuauhmaitl, pleasant late-day breeze blowing past his pink locks. Patch had the pleasure of riding with two other guests in this fancy wooden box and since it was cozy he could get a real good look at them. The same was true for himself and he wasn't the type to shy away from eyes, if anything he gave a wide grin to either of the people if they looked his way. In sharp contrast to the modest, clean, geometric colonial carriage drawn by two coffee and cream colored horses... Patch was anything but typical.
The clown wore a bright white, yellow and pink clowns outfit complete with frilled sleeves and neck. One sleeve was pink, the other blue, one side of his shirt pink and the other blue. His pants a fine yellow swirled with pink and blue stripes. A pair of white boots to match a dainty white hat kept atop bright pink hair, a multicolored feather sticking off to the side. Twin pink hearts were stamped onto either side of his cheekbones, he maintained a healthy tan to his skin and had a stunted, chubby body. Those pink eyes of his practically glimmered with a mischievous flame.
Given the vivid and surreal attire it was a wonder he didn't feel at home. Patch was used to the island life, had grown up in it. It's why the various bumps and snags the carriage hit didn't seem to bother him aside from a grunt and mild seat adjustment.
The grass skirt sporting male driver uttered a sincere apology over his naked shoulder and steered the horses onto a less pocked path. The spokes on the carriage squeaked in protest but refused to fall apart.
"Soooo," Patch began, leaning in with his palms on his knees. Beaming and practically gushing already.
"You guys together? What's the story? I just have to know!" He laughed a cute little chuckle, clapping his hands near his chest and batting his eyes.
"Really did pick the best honeymoon spot too! I'm Patch by the way! Patch Goodwin-- Performer extraordinaire!" He spread his arms apart enthusiastically striking a strongman pose.
However due to all this bucking about along with the carriage a certain browned piece of paper fell out of his right sleeve. He didn't seem to notice it until the parchment fluttered off the side of the carriage. Nearly bending over backwards and falling out he caught it and tucked it away tittering out a laugh while huffing and puffing. The driver got somewhat curious, looked back, young features contorting into a question before he shrugged and got his eyes back on the road.
"Darn pocket sleeves! Ooor... might've been my fault. I was getting kinda energetic there. Have to forgive me folks! I'm a bit nervous these days-- not here on the happiest of circumstances," His gaze shot down to his lap and he deflated a bit, frown taking over his jovial grin.
Talking with people like this, wedging himself into a conversation, it was for his own benefit too. A distraction. The rolling green, tall grass hills eventually gave way to the flat expanses of the noble houses farming acres. Massive dirt rows filled with all kinds of produce, plantlife, even gardens broke up the humdrum of commercial crops. The towncenter by contrast was like a white dot compared to all the stuff going on with this outskirts path.
"Excuse me, travelers. We'll need to stop by one of the Nobles Estates to get a sponsor for you. Our town lacks an Inn-- and the Nobles are always looking to help out visitors. Currently the Kahahoe are vacant, it will only be a small detour before the town. Best to do it now before it gets dark," The driver chimed in, his voice soft and breezy like the tropical winds. And dark it was, or at least getting, the sun was starting to climb back down towards the land.
"Sounds good to me! Did you want us to call you by something?" Patch tilted his head from side to side playfully.
"Sunny will do. It's a nickname," He spoke.
Sweet lavenders, lush earth, all those smells and more saturated the air around here. Their perfume-like odor percolating through wood and clothing alike. It was intoxicating in the best ways.
Patch "Goodwin" - #FCED6A
Q? - #876456
Sunny - #918bd4