Tiffany: She tried to stay still as Monse was tightening her dress, "Mom, do I really have to wear this? I am just meeting him, I don't see why I have to wear one of your old dresses. No offense, but your taste in clothes arent all that flashy."
Monse: She gasped dramatically but playfully, placing a hand over her chest, "Wow, I see what you think of me." She tightened the dress fully, smirking. "I just want to have a good first impression on you. If all things work out, he could be your new father."
Tiffany: She grunted at the tightening, "Let's not push things too far, Mom. I haven't even met him yet. It is going to take me some time to accept him; it took me a while with you."
Monse: She rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, trust me, dear, I remember all too well. You wouldn't even trust me to dress you or do anything like that."
Tiffany: She laughed, recalling those difficult times, but now they could laugh at it. "When is he supposed to be arriving anyway? This thing is suffocating, and I don't wanna wear it forever."
Monse: She looked up at a clock, "Should be here in the next few minutes, he said he was getting ready over the orb frequency."
The two of them left the dressing room, entering the main temple hall. The runic gateway began to sparkle with white runes as the wind under the water began to pick up, and then suddenly Wiliaquo appeared in the center of the platform.
Wiliaquo: He appeared in a vortex of silver air, his robes flying like living mist even under water. Silvery pale sky-blue and billowing cloth surrounded him, its hem writhing as if kissed by an invisible breath. A moist, evanescent mantle streamed from his shoulders, inscribed with glowing wind runes that shone gently in Monse's temple light. Silver bracelets were molded around his neck and wrists, and a crystal at his throat pulsed with the soothing rhythm of the wind. "I tried my best to look more formal for you, darling."
Monse: A bright blue blush formed across her face as he formed at the other end of the hall, she tried to cover her face out of embarrassment, "Oh my goodness...You look incredible."
Tiffany: "Mom, stop, you are embarrassing yourself."
Monse: She snapped out of it, walking down the stairs towards him with Tiffany. "I am so glad to see you today, honey, I-if I can call you that!"
Wiliaquo: He chuckled, taking her hand before bending down to kiss it gently, "You may call me whatever you desire, my love."
Monse: She flapped her face out of embarrassment. The sea became a little more lively as he spoke, her emotions causing it to react. "Oh my-"
Wiliaquo: He straightened himself, turning to face Tiffany. "And you must be the wonderful Tiffany I have heard so much about." He bowed down formally, not trying to break any boundaries. As he stood back up, he reached into his robe, "And as a formal gift of greeting, I have decided to paint you something."
Tiffany: "Sir, please, you didn't have to make me anything, I don't wanna be that type of person to accept gifts from someone I hardly-" She stopped speaking abruptly as he pulled out a small canvas, and once she realized what was on it, a slight blush formed over her face, and her eyes sparkled. "IS THAT STAR?!"
Wiliaquo: He giggled, passing over the portrait of the golden hero, "Of course! I heard that you have quite a fondness for the figure, so I spent some time last working on this for you, using air paint to make sure it is immune to getting wet." He smiled brightly, knowing she loved it based on her reaction.
Tiffany: She shot a look of embarrassment over towards Monse, "YOU TOLD HIM?!"
Monse: She covered her mouth, giggling, "Darling, do not be embarrassed, everyone has a crush at one point in their life."
Tiffany: She stuttered, trying to fight through the feeling, "I-its...IT IS NOT A CRUSH! I just- I think he's cool." She quickly went to her room to put the canvas somewhere.
Wiliaquo: "She is quite the bundle of joy, adopted, I assume?" He turned toward Monse.
Monse: "Yeah, poor thing lost her parents during one of the great shifts. I, with my big heart, couldn't bear to watch her live a life without a family, so I took her in."
Wiliaquo: He took her hand, pulling her close towards him, "That is quite amazing of you." His eyes were filled with an overpowering feeling of love, comfort, and determination. Determined to make this love work.
Monse: "Darling, you sure are in a mood today-" Her hand tightened around his, feeling a large sense of comfort as she got close to him. She couldn't help but lean toward him to share a kiss, an invitation he accepted willingly and without hesitation. Between their energies, a quick spark of cold energy merged but vanished just as fast.
Wiliaquo: As their lips parted, he looked into her eyes, smiling widely. "Darling, may I ask a favor?"
Monse: Smiling gently, her fingers tracing over Wiliaquo's cheek, "Of course, my love. anything."
Wiliaquo: His gaze lightened with gentle resolve, and he reached for her hand also. "I want Tiffany to be okay with us as much as you do," he explained genuinely. "So I want to take her to my mountain tops tonight to see the stars align."
Monse: Her lips curved into a delighted grin, the water around her shimmering with a faint glow at her excitement. "That sounds like a wonderful idea! I'm sure she would love that." She turned slightly as she sensed a familiar presence approaching. "Speaking of which."
Tiffany: Her footsteps echoed lightly off the temple floor as she moved toward him, her dress still gently tugging at her hips. She saw how close the two were to one another and raised an eyebrow with a playful grin. "What did I miss?"
Wiliaquo: He had turned to face her with an open smile, his voice with the peace of a gentle breeze. "Do you have anything planned tonight, Tiffany?"
Tiffany: She hesitated, folding her arms. "Uhm...no, why?"
Wiliaquo: "Would you like to go with me tonight to see the stars align?" he asked, his tone relaxed but hopeful. "I am sure it would be a great bonding experience."
Tiffany: Her gaze darted toward her mother, silently hoping that this was not a joke. Monse merely smiled back, hopefully. Tiffany shrugged, her shoulders sagging. "I suppose we could use that opportunity to try to get to know each other."
Wiliaquo: His countenance brightened immediately, flashes of energy fluttering weakly across his shoulder blades. "Wonderful! Then I will make certain that my people are ready for your return; it will be quite an event!" He smoothed his hands paternally, a small whirlwind swirling around him with eagerness.
Tiffany: She smiled patronizingly, though her voice remained uncertain. "Yeah, I'm sure it will be."