Chapter 282: Interlude - 1: New Year, Still Me
Soaring through the oceans of clouds, the chill past her ears and the air so thin... Her closed eyes opened up, done imagining that memory for the umpteenth time now.
Stood upon a balcony alone, stars above her; a lavish white blouse with frills going down her neck and around her wrists—a glass of cream liquor in her hand.
It had been an hour or two since the fireworks stopped; she couldn’t quite get the best view of the cityscape from this lower balcony, but the pretty bright lights painted enough of an image.
With a sigh into the midnight, she took a sip as she turned around. Her long, gold embroidered skirt and freed blonde locks fluttered in the wind as her shoes clacked back into the palace.
The guests had gone to rest, all the fireworks still ringing in their ears the same it did in their memories. The blonde simply was the last person to return to the grand ballroom.
The first hours into a new year and her mascaraed eyes immediately glazed over as she entered the room, where multicoloured streamers and confetti littered the floors, chairs were dragged out of place and the music was long gone.
Jotou arched her head back to stare straight up to the ceiling, "Why the hell is Meko on the chandelier...?"
With an empty bottle of champagne and an opulent gold gown, the princess approached, "Oh, you’re backh Joey Toes~ Don’t worry, ssshe’ss fine," Daiyu... reassured?
"I FOUND IT! I FOUND THE CICADA THAT INFILTRATED THE BALLROOM! DON’T QUESTION MY DETECTIVE ABILITIES EVER AGAIN!" the upside down brunette yelled down.
Jotou peered back down to a redhead in a sparkling blue dress slumped over a table, with a tipped over glass of some drink; her ears were folded and tail was at rest while her shoulders moved with every breath.
Daiyu stumbled over and hung her arm around Jotou. With a devious grin she pointed up to Fumeko and loudly whispered, "There—chuckle—isn’t a cicada up there—sniffle—Sobi’s right over there.
She’ss, making a fake cicada—hIccup—with the noises," Daiyu pointed over to Asobi below, who was waving her wand up to the ceiling.