The autumn air had a briskness to it that signified the approach of winter. Everyone wore at least a jacket to ward off the cold. Beaux had gone the extra mile, decking himself out in the most stylish autumn apparel he owned. This season was a fantastic opportunity to indulge in meticulous outfit creation, seeking the comfy and casual look while remaining fashionable. The angel wore a soft black scarf and a brown jacket over a red sweater and a white shirt. The scarf was one of his favorites, and he often reached up just to run his fingers over the material.
Beaux had decided to attend another seasonal festival due to his experience at the summer solstice. Random encounter had lead him to make friends with which he had many a misadventure on that day. Wren, the little witch, had even decided to join the Rune Knights after they met! Every time they hung out he was warmly reminded of that day. As the angel strolled through the booths, excitement filled him. He was hoping to meet new people at this celebration as well.
Silver hair was moved out of Beaux’s face by a gentle hand. This was one of the first days he had been out of Era since his encounter with Sanguine. The infirmary held him for a long time due to the severity of his injuries, but it had taken even longer for his courage to return. The mental scars left would be far more devastating than the physical ones. A whole week was what it took to psych himself up for this trip. He almost didn’t make it out of the Rune Knight headquarters. Beaux had been incredibly nervous at the train station, tapping his feet and fiddling with his clothing and iLac. Being out in the world again was a huge undertaking, and his anxiety had made itself quite known.
One wouldn’t even know that he had been so worried upon seeing him now. His classic joyful grin had made a continuous appearance, accompanied by cheerful greetings to those who passed by. Such a positive and exciting environment had calmed his nerves. Beaux was feeling on top of the world!
That is, until he found himself lost in the middle of a maze. A chipper young woman had herded him to the corn maze entrance not fifteen minutes earlier. “It’ll be lots of fun!” she had spouted enthusiastically. “Fiore’s hardest corn maze challenges you! I believe in you! Head right in here!” Beaux didn’t have much of a choice in the matter as he could barely get a word in. So there he stood among the stalks, utterly bamboozled. All his attempts at solving the maze and finding his way out had been thwarted. Trying to mark his route had proven unsuccessful. Whenever he tried to retrace his steps, he could never find the path previously taken. Standing on his tippy-toes to see across the maze had been a simplistic idea that made him feel foolish afterwards. “As if the maze makers hadn’t thought of preventing that, débile,” he scolded himself quietly. The third attempt to make some sense of his location had been to fly up a little. Upon spreading his large white wings and attempting to take flight, Beaux found himself limited to a foot above the ground by some unseen force. The maze makers had been diligent with preventing any sorts of bypassing the labyrinth with intricate spells.
“Merde!” The angel pouted upon the realization that there was magic in place to make the mazer harder. He had really wanted to go try some pumpkin pie before being so rudely forced into this task. The thought of the dessert made his mouth water. Upon hearing about the festivals going on around Fiore, he knew he had to attend just for that one thing at the least. Beaux decided that if he were to get some pie today, he might need to find another maze-goer and work with them to escape.
“Helloooooo?” he called out into the maze. “Is anyone nearby?~” Hopefully he would be able to charm them into teamwork if they didn't agree right away. Beaux put on his most endearing smile and waited for any potential responses or people showing up.
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