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Yuna smiled to herself, happy that she now had more than she started with. She was about to head back towards the food stalls when someone rushed up to her. "T-Tarun!" Yuna squeaked in surprise, cheeks quickly turning a vibrant shade of pink. "Are you here for the festival too?" She asked, her vibrant purple orbs sparkling in delight at having encountered an old friend. She blushed when he called her cute, hiding her new tinge behind her stuffed unicorn. "I-I've been doing well, I think. I'm still Constantine's navigator," the little unicorn had an eye for the stars, as many unicorns did. In ancient myths, it was said that animals like unicorns and centaurs were the guides to the stars, the gateway to the cosmos. It was why, in recent years, many centaurs were kidnapped and sold into slavery, working as navigators on ships and for royal families without ever getting a break. Many herds had moved into more populated places for additional protection, having once been free to roam the woods as they pleased.
"Look Run, I found a silver coin." Yuna smiled as she showed him, Tarun guffawing at her happiness for a mere piece of silver. "You don't have to give me money-" but it was too late, the boy emptied his change sack into her hands. "Oh u-um, thank you!" Yuna looked at the change he had given her, not quite the amount he had bragged about, but Tarun always had a way of spinning things to make him look to be in the best position, even if he wasn't. "Thank you," Yuna's smile was genuine. She placed the change into her pocket and was about to give him a hug, happy to have seen an old friend, when Tarun rushed off, leaving Yuna to stumble and fall into a puddle. "Wow, what a jerk," someone commented, holding out a hand to help the mud covered girl. Yuna reached for it, pulling herself out of the puddle.
"Hey, a unicorn, bet you don't see that everyday." He said with a grin, reaching out to touch her horn. Yuna stiffened, grabbing her plush and turning tail to run away. She bustled off, forgetting about her rumbling stomach and heading straight for the awaiting ship parked on the dock. By the time Yuna reached the Pirate King's vessel, her white dress was dry, albeit stained, along with her mud smeared arms and legs. She clamored up the rope ladder, panting as she finally settled down on the wooden exterior of the ship. "I'm... home," Yuna managed, rising on shaky legs to go find Serphine, whom she was certain was still aboard the vessel. "It smells yummy," Yuna said as she sniffed the air, her horn glimmering in the low light of the lanterns strung around the deck.
"I hope it's stew," the unicorn smiled to herself as she hugged her plush, her mouth watering from the tantalizing scents that filled the air. "I should get cleaned up first, Seraphine won't like it if I show up to dinner all dirty." Yuna could already hear their scolding her for being such a mess. The unicorn headed below the deck, to where the rooms were. She removed her filthy gown and placed it in the basket in her little room, able to see the town from her porthole. Yuna picked up a towel and pulled off her shoes, navigating down the hall and to the shared bathroom in order to remove the muck from her body. "Seraphine, if you're here, I call the shower!" She called with a giggle, knowing that there would be plenty of warm water to use.
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Mickey was only slightly buzzed when Falkor popped over, asking him to guard his things. "I guess," he yawned, stretching his limbs towards the sky. He ran a hand through his colorless hair, reaching into his pocket for the small sack of nuts he had stolen off of a cart. "I really should buy some new clothes," he yawned, deciding that the rags he owned aboard the ship no longer suited him. Mickey pat his money bag, two giggling girls slowly moving closer. He grinned, figuring this was the perfect opportunity. "Excuse me, but my friend wanted to say hi." He nodded in acknowledgement, "Hello," he replied with a charming grin, pulling out his princely manners. "How do you do?" She was dressed in finery that Mickey would assume only a human of high status would wear. "I'm doing well and you?" She asked, holding out a hand. He bowed, bending over to kiss it, his other hand reaching into her pocket.
The two girls giggled as he right himself, slipping his hands into his clothes to stow the new found treasures. "Just fine, it's my first time at this festival." He replied with a wink, "and my first time meeting such a fine specimen." The two girls giggled once more, running off to find some other boy to tease no doubt. He reached down for his bag, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for Falkor to return to relieve him of his good watching duties. "I'm gonna do a bit of shopping, I'll see you back on the ship," he winked, giving fake salute as he headed to ditch the ugly clothing that had been giving him a rather er... homely appearance he'll put it. Mickey hit the shops, bargaining with bits and pieces, stolen treasures, and returning with an armload of bags weighing him down.
There, no longer would he look like a slovenly fool, now he could truly play the part of the prince from the sea. Running a hand through his hair, Mickey took another swig of the starfruit drink, warming his throat, the slight buzz increasing. He hopped over the side of the ship, landing on the dock and walking towards the beach to lay in the sand. It was a warm evening, a pleasant breeze rustling through his clothing that made him nostalgic for the sea. Was he still allowed to harbor these emotions of longing and nostalgia? In a sense, Mickey almost felt as though he had betrayed his parents. Was he still allowed to long for that undersea palace in which, through no fault of his own, he had been drawn from?
"F*** it," he rose, tossing the bottle into the water. "You stupid fish!" He yelled, kicking at the sand, careful not to get wet and reveal his merman form. "Why can't you do anything right!" Not an angry drunk per say, more a lonely one. Even with his new land and sky faring friends, Mickey couldn't help but long for someone who knew how wonderful the sea was.