Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Auradon Side

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The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down

Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The reason might vary, it was a lovely day and the air had the sweet scent of spring. It was the first truly warm day, and perhaps that was it. But for whatever reason everyone, or nearly everyone, found themselves outside and then drifted peacefully off to sleep.

As they slept a gentle rain came down upon them, soft enough to wake only those in a cursed sleep. The water not only broke dark spells and curses on the people the rain touched but for some people it brought a very different sort of transformation.

A number of the Missrecalled might find themselves awakening older than they had been when they fell asleep. Some of them might awaken with all their older self's memories, or maybe those would come with time, or maybe the memories would need more help to return. But when everyone awoke with a light dew on their faces and clothes, some people would be in for quite the surprise....

Gift In Time Gift In Time Nary A Reason Nary A Rhyme Gift In Time!

After the odd outdoor nap, many might wish to head into their rooms to get changed and freshen up. Or maybe they wouldn't go back to their room for a while, but when they did they would find a gift on their beds waiting for them....

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[kings_knight_rocks]

Rain

Prompto was sitting on the roof. The sun was quickly disappearing behind some clouds, but that was okay, there was still a breeze. He had opened his wings wide behind him, letting the wind play through his feathers. He wouldn't admit it, but it was nice to not have to worry about hiding his wings. Even if he still wasn't flying, they felt stronger than they had in a long time. Of course, it was still only exclusively when he was alone like this that he was comfortable enough to spread them wide like this. Without the fear of someone sneaking up behind him, hands in his feathers when he wasn't expecting it.

He shuddered. Forced a calming breath. A sprinkle of rain came down around him, and despite himself, he found himself lying back on the roof, wings wide beneath him. He was suddenly exhausted, and the warm spring air was inviting beyond belief. He closed his eyes, and for once, there were no nightmares to plague his dreams.


Gifts

When Prompto woke from his nap, he was a little damper than he'd prefer. Not as soaked as he figured he should be, but the dew coating his wings was enough to risk tangling his feathers if he wasn't careful. He decided it was best to head back inside for now, try and dry off a bit.

When he made it back to his room, he was only intending to head to the bathroom and get a towel, but he stopped short as he noticed something sitting on the foot of his bed. His first worry was that someone had let themselves into his room, even if it was only to leave some kind of gift. That worry quickly faded when he opened the little leather case though.

He ran his fingers along the feathers. Moisture sprung to his eyes. It was easy to recognize his own pure white feather, though he had mixed feelings on it being there at all. The others though... One, long, narrow, sandy brown; Ignis. Another, dark and somewhat square, from Gladio. There was a wide, spotted one, with little tufts near the base that belonged to Cor. And last but not least, a small thing, so dark it could be black, but when the light caught it just right, it shimmered with the faintest flickers of Noct's crystalline magic.

They were woven onto a cord, somehow the exact style worn across Insomnia. No one here could have made it, let alone gotten ahold of the feathers it was made of. His tears spilled over, and he cradled the tassel gently to his chest. Whatever magic had brought him this, he said a silent thank you.

Noct's words rang clearly through his head. 'You do have a flock though. Even when we didn’t know you had wings, you were still a part of my flock. Prompto you’ve always been ours, and we’re yours.' And now he had a way to show that.

He looped the cord around a lock of hair behind his ear. If he added a string of beads he'd be able to hear them click together, a reminder of the feathers he could just barely feel tickling his ear. He wiped the tear tracks from his cheeks. The cafeteria was the best place to find someone who'd be able to help him with the beads, and so that was where he headed.