17th Star

[sparkling_eyes]

[Action; 747 Partridge; Saturday morning]

[Well, it's been a few days since the end of the event, when Lyon stormed up to her room and locked herself in out of sheer embarrassment.  She was droned for seemingly no reason about ten minutes after that, and Mayfield's been treated to the cheerful drone named Mismar bouncing around town in her place ever since - doing her hair up in curls, going on dates with the Prince's drone, and just generally having a nice relaxing time in the wonderful town of Mayfield.

...All of that comes to an abrupt end on Saturday morning, however, as a red beam of light tears through the roof of 747 Partridge Drive, bright enough and wide enough to be seen from anywhere in town.]

[Phone; filtered from drones]

...Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I'm back.  How long has it been here?  And can anyone help repair a hole in a roof?

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[sparkling_eyes]

...Caesar? What are you doing here?

[Between flower confusion, being droned, and suddenly getting dumped back into Mayfield after months of fighting back at home, she has no idea what he's doing here. And even though her pajamas are at least as conservative as her normal clothing, she's blushing and looking scandalized anyway as she tries to partially hide behind the column propping the stairs up at the bottom.]

[commentboxtroll]

I'm not sure how welcome I am at my own place, so Miakis let me stay over.

[He shrugs, like that's not any problem at all! Though the way she's trying to hide gets a funny look.]

...what are you doing?

[sparkling_eyes]

Up until a few minutes ago, I thought I was back in Sol-Falena.

[commentboxtroll]

You did? You were droned here for a little while, so you probably were.

How long were you back in Falena for?

[sparkling_eyes]

The better part of a year. The war finally ended. Miakis was right - we won.

[commentboxtroll]

You didn't think she would be right about that? Still, kind of sucks to end up here again after a victory...

[sparkling_eyes]

Well, hearing about it and living it are two different things completely. But you're right about it being a shame to win the war just to end up back in Mayfield.

[commentboxtroll]

I'm from the future, Lyon. I could have confirmed what she'd said. [...considering he studies war.] Well, at least you aren't alone. If that's any comfort.

[Though he doubts it. Now excuse him as he flops back down on the couch.]

[sparkling_eyes]

It isn't that I didn't believe her. After all, I never stopped believing in the Prince, either. But it was always on my mind before. Coming here in the middle of everything was hard. I can't say I'm happy at all about being back, but at least this time I came from a more peaceful time.

[commentboxtroll]

With nothing more to worry about. I can see that. [He props himself back up on an elbow to look at her again.] So did you want to know how many children you and the Prince have after reconstruction or...?

[As the farthest along on the timeline, it's almost like a duty to make up shit.]

[sparkling_eyes]

[Okay, well, she's admitted her feelings for the Prince by this point in her own personal timeline, but she has not even gotten around to those sorts of considerations yet. So excuse Lyon while her brain derails completely over here.]

[commentboxtroll]

Is that abrupt silence a yes or a no?

Or maybe you'd care to hear about Queen Lymsleia's marriage to a pirate king from the Islands?

[sparkling_eyes]

Okay, now I know that one can't be true.

[commentboxtroll]

Oops. Was that one too far out there?

[sparkling_eyes]

You shouldn't lie, Caesar.

[commentboxtroll]

Come on, I was only kidding around. No harm in that.

[sparkling_eyes]

Besides, the Prince and I haven't even talked about kids yet.

[commentboxtroll]

Of course not. You have to marry him before you get that conversation.

[But now that he's no longer getting a laugh out of this conversation, his head sinks back behind the arm of the couch again.]

[sparkling_eyes]

Isn't that moving a little too quickly?

[commentboxtroll]

Well don't ask me. I don't know how you Falenans do romance or marriage...

[sparkling_eyes]

The same way anyone else does, I think.

[commentboxtroll]

Can't say I know a whole lot about how everyone else does it, either.

[sparkling_eyes]

Well... at any rate, it's not important right now. The Prince isn't even here.

[commentboxtroll]

That just means you can plan all the little details while you wait.

[That's... what women do, right? Isn't that a thing?]

Anyway, since you're no longer a drone, think I can get away with stealing some of your pillows?

[sparkling_eyes]

Don't you have plenty there already?