The light effects, most similar to the one he already observed in his chamber, were omnipresent in the giant ballroom, shining, shimmering, splendid and lighting the dim room up, bright as a day. She happily accepted and left with a tiny wave for her companion.īog, left to his own devices, took in the light of the party. Poor elf’s jaw dropped almost to the ground and it took him a few seconds to gather himself and ask his girlfriend for a dance. However spectacularly Bog looked, was nothing compared to the silver of Dawn’s glitter, if Sunny’s expression was anything to go by. Heads turned as they went inside, loudly announced. They arrived without a hitch and were, indeed, “fashionably late”. “No problem! Now let’s gooo, it’s the perfect timing for being fashionably late.” with that, she pushed him out the door, fixing her hair one last time as she passed the mirror and they flew to the Fairy Kingdom’s celebration. It wasn’t a smile fit for the king, after all. Bog smiled, an awkward, toothy smile that he immediately stomped down. He flapped his wings experimentally and the light reflected off them danced around the chamber, making Dawn giggle again and brining a proud look to her face.
But the glitter made him shine and shimmer in what little light there was in his castle and it drew attention away from his… Appearance, drawing it instead to his fluid, strong movements. “Perfect! I knew this was your color!” At her gesture, Stuff and Thang rolled a mirror in, so Bog himself could check out how he looked. “Aaand… Done!” Dawn put the last touch of golden dust on King of the Dark Forest’s wing, and took a few dancing steps backwards to admire her work. He wasn’t even worried about the “girlfriend’s father” part, but the politics of the two kingdoms being torn apart for years and years weren’t going to come together that easy again and it was clearly visible in all the formal meetings they’ve had in last months. Girlfriend’s father, he’s met him plenty of times before! Just in, let’s say, less than stellar circumstances. It’s not that he was worried about meeting his. Speaking of which… He was going to meet princesses’ father during a festive winter gala, the yearly show of what Dawn called “glitter and glamour” and Marianne confirmed with a slight roll of her eyes and a groan. “Oh, but it’s not, Boggy!” she laughed that sparkling laughter again. “Come on, it’s- that’s enough,” protested Bog, pawing away Dawn’s brush as she kept trying to dot glitter on his eyelashes. How could he say “no” to the young princess, when he knew it would end with her pouting dramatically entire evening? He couldn’t. Not, Boggy!” she laughed that sparkling laughter again.
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