Well there he is, in his most casual and festival appropriate attire. He wore a white long sleeved shirt underneath his brown vest, black leather belt securing his pair of purple pants, and a pair of brown leather boots. He sports a black beret, a pair of black sunglasses, and some bracelets to complete the look.
It was a little windy in Era, where he and his siblings are celebrating the Festival. The sky was clear as the lustrous sun bathed the land in warmth and light. Not a single snow in sight as the temperature thawed the winter snow. Birds flew overhead and bees were busy, probably from the abundance of flowers in the city. With this much preparation in the city, it could only mean one thing - the Spring festival, held to celebrate the changing of seasons. Obviously, there are food stalls and their aromatic delicacies luring in the passersby. There are games, yes, and the stalls are lined with interested players.
It was family tradition to spend the day attending the festival. But unfortunate encounters and work stopped them from doing so for the past few years. Michael, his twin brother, is sick at the moment, so he’s out of the picture. Ozwald and Cinna are celebrating it somewhere else, and Olaf doesn’t want to leave the house. He is unsure what Zander is planning, but he trusts that he’ll be able to get them to celebrate it here, though they’d be a little late for most activities. Oh well. Meanwhile, he is celebrating with his older step brother, Anton.
But where could he be? Francois was already at the rendezvous point but he’s nowhere to be found. “Hm… I may have been a little early.” He mumbled to himself. It’s not unheard of for him to almost always be the first one at the venue as he took great lengths to not be late. At best, he’s always 1 hour early. He’s THAT patient. At least, the both of them would be meeting up in the Menagerie, a fancy cafe he highly recommends to his peers and higher ups. “Might as well partake in some coffee.”
An hour or so later he saw a familiar sight - a figure with what could only be described as a humanoid owl wearing a simple white shirt under a red sleeveless jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and red trendy shoes. Like his older step brothers, he retains his short stature, though he’s a little chubby. The figure looked around before facing Francois' direction, his eyes widened and smiling as he finally found his brother outside the establishment. “Heya Franz! It’s been awhile!” The owlman greeted as he approached the Rune Knight who, after a sip of his coffee, smiled back and waved. “Indeed it has, Anton. Pity we can’t celebrate it together as a family.”
“Yep. That sucks. Hey! I did meet Michael in Hargeon a while back.” The brother said as he sat down the opposite of Francois’ table, talking face to face after being separated for a long time due to work.
“Oh? Was he on a mission?”
“Yes he was! He was protecting some cargo or something like that. It was a success, I heard.”
“And then you never saw him again.”
“Well, I did stop by our home and saw Mike. He’s a little sick.”
“I see.” He said. He’d be lying if he said he isn’t worried because he’s confident his brother can get through some sniffles. It could be a sign for something far worse, or it’s just the literal spring fever washing over him. Nothing to worry about for now, he thought. The silence was cut short when Francois spoke up. “Say, what’s the first thing on our agenda?” He asked, eager to spend the rest of the day doing everything else other than work.
“Well, there’s the egg hunt. We ALWAYS do egg hunts first, remember? And you’d almost always end up finding the most eggs. It’s been awhile since I saw you play this game.”
“Yes, because I was a kid hellbent on winning. And isn’t this a child’s game?”
“You’d be surprised there’s a separate egg hunt for adults like us. Come! If we’re lucky we can still catch up.” Anton said as he sprung up from his seat. Luckily the rune knight just finished his coffee, so he set his cup down and stood up. “Alright, lead the way, Mr. Tour Guide.” He said as he started following his older brother.
They arrived at the venue of the egg hunt, where the adults came to compete for the prize. It’s mundane and Francois isn’t really competing to win the prize. He just wanted to have fun with his siblings. Good ol’ fashioned fun, just like the old days when they were just kids running around their manor finding decorated eggs. The venue of choice is interesting, situated near the forests of Era where eggs can be hidden anywhere. A barrier prevented them from moving past it, so his concerns on the venue were dismissed. They had it all planned out, it would seem. He wasn’t paying attention to the announcer. He’s already familiar with the rules.
And off they go! Francois was just taking his time looking for eggs, while Anton was running around to locate them in a hurry. “Someone’s in a competitive mood.” He said as he scoured the trees and bushes for eggs.