Prism of Truth {Rajan and Lily}

[Dice]

Lily had always been acutely aware of the world around her, her tetrachromatic vision allowing her to perceive colors and nuances others could only dream of. It was both a gift and a burden, especially now as she noticed the once-vivid colors around her tent beginning to fade. This unusual phenomenon unsettled her normally cheerful soul, like nails scratching down her irises as she stared deeply into one of the many paintings resting on the sand floor. She couldn't recall exactly which color was missing since she had named so many shades herself, but the more she stared, the more a hollow fear crept in.

In a huff of frustration, Lily left her tent, seeking the comfort of her siblings. However, she knew this wasn't a pressing issue for either Luca, the Gypsy King, or Luna, the Zeta to the Lupines. The Caravan had set up camp for a few nights, and she wandered through the sand, her hair whirling around her in the restless breeze. It wasn’t a comforting breeze; it felt as if it was urging her somewhere yet wasn’t guiding her where she needed to be. Her gaze drifted to the sky, and the unsettling feeling deepened as she noticed even less color there.

Lily meandered among the Lupines, asking after Luna, only to hear she was either on a run or hunting. Determined, she set her course for her brother’s tent. Her senses prickled as she felt the energy of someone approaching, and she reached out, catching Rajan’s hand and twirling him around. "Buy a lady a drink if you wish to dance," she teased, her smile warm but tinged with unease.

“How was your trip, Sir Raj?” she asked, linking her arm with his, giving him no chance to pull away. She led him toward Luca’s tent, sure he was on his way to report to her brother. “Did anything on your trip seem off?” she asked, casting a sideways glance at him. He looked regal, much like her brother, but he was more than that—a mystic, a magic user. “Say, do you use magic to keep your hair so perfect?” she chuckled, pulling open the flap to Luca’s tent, only to find it empty.

She released Rajan's arm, noticing a piece of paper fluttering in the wind. She grabbed it and read it aloud, “Try not to be upset, Raj. I have a date. I shall return soon. Your most handsome King, Lu.” Lily rolled her eyes, handing the note to Raj with a deep sigh. “Moon Pie is on a hunt or a run, and Sundial is off charming the winged lady. Who am I to complain about the missing colors,” she mumbled under her breath.

Despite her attempt at levity, the unease gnawed at her. She couldn't shake the feeling that the fading colors were a sign of something significant, something that needed to be addressed. But with Luna and Luca both occupied, she would have to confront this mystery on her own, which terrified her more than anything. She was the little sister, after all, and being alone was never something she had put much weight in.

[Rajan Khatri]

• Prism of Truth •

w/ Lily Rahotep

• "Hello to you too, little rani," •

Rajan reached into the tiny burlap sack at his waist, tied to the worn leather belt around his middle, plucking the last almond from within and tossing it into his mouth. The wind swirled around him with the comforting smells and sounds of his home as the caravan had stopped for a few days before reaching their home again in Nowhere. After being gone for a couple of weeks in a region with mostly drab surroundings, it was good to be back with his people.  

The large tent that was set up for the king towered above the rest as he eyed his destination. He couldn't wait to be done with reporting his findings to Luca and then sleep for a week in the comforts of his own familiar space and not the usual hard beds he'd had to endure on his travels. He could practically feel the soft fabrics of his colorful pillows and blankets that made up his bed against his skin, taunting to wrap him up in a cocoon that he would be grateful to never escape from. Or perhaps he could stand to stay awake a little longer to finally have some decent food instead of the bland plates he was presented at the taverns he'd stayed in.

Just as he was lost in the war on food or sleep, a graceful figure danced in front of him and took his now empty hand. Instinct already knew before seeing her face as Raj twirled, spinning the person in the same fluid motion to land at his side. Seeing her smile made him instantly grin in return, holding his arm aloft as she entwined them. "Hello to you too, little rani," he greeted in response with a small chuckle, using the nickname he'd branded her with many years ago. Hearing her inquiry made one of his dark brows rise. "My trip was fairly uneventful," he answered, wondering what Lily may be trying to uncover as he met her gaze. The young woman had always been curious, but this seemed very pointed. Before he could think more of it though, Lily was casting a joke his way that made him smirk while she pulled away from his side to head into the king's tent as he held the flap aside for her. 

Rajan studied the grand space that was notably empty. His hands clasped behind his back while he ventured further within, eyeing the note that floated on the invisible wind. An impatient breath of air pressed from his nose as he was slightly frustrated at not being able to finish his mission to completion. However, it also meant he could likely go back to debating on whether he should eat first before drifting off into what he hoped would be an uninterrupted sleep or instantly knock out and be ravenous when he awoke. Rajan's ears perked up as Lily read the king's words, pushing his needs aside for the moment. 

A woman. Of course. He hummed his amusement at Luca's words, hoping that the king was at least enjoying himself with the valkyrie he seemed taken with. Raj was just about to ask what Lily had been up to in his absence when he noticed the worry that creased above her nose. He walked over to where she stood and stepped into her line of vision in an effort to break through her deep contemplation. "Missing colors?" he questioned, taking the note from her, but not even glancing at it. Rajan of course knew that Lily saw the world differently from most people, so those words would only make sense to someone like her. "What are you talking about, princess?"