“Move out of the way! I’m having a hard enough time trying to see as it is!” Lynnette placed a freezing hand on Marcus’ neck to push him out of her line of vision. He jolted away from her touch, sucking in air sharply between his teeth.

“Ah! [i]Lyn![/i]" he whined, "Cold!”

“Sorry,” she muttered rather insincerely, crossing her arms as she craned her neck and balanced on her toes, trying to get a better look at where the prince would be entering as the crowd waited in anticipation. She wasn’t particularly short by most womanly standards, but she was also by no means considered all that tall-- standing at a mere 5’9”….

“I told you I don’t mind if you want to sit on my shoulders…,” Marcus said with a lewd smirk as he glanced down at her over his shoulder, motioning with his head at a nearby couple that had obviously decided to do just that. 

“In your dreams,” she scoffed, wrinkling her nose. As the midday chiming of the Clock Tower bells sounded, followed by a distant trumpet, more and more people started converting restless children to their shoulders and stretching themselves as high as they could, eager to catch a glimpse of Prince Davos Du Ikana. “Ugh… really?” Lynnette groaned to herself, grabbing Marcus’ vest to try and lift herself higher as a particularly tall man pulled his big fat child onto his abnormally broad shoulders.

“We would have gotten a better spot if you hadn’t spent such a long time looking at shoes, you know,” Marcus griped.

“Shhh, shut up shut up,” Lynnette furrowed her brow in frustration, barely listening to Marcus’ bellyaching. 

She [i]had[/i] to get a better spot. 

Pushing through the crowd that had flanked Marcus and Lyn on either sides, she struggled to make her way towards a stack of crates. completely leaving Marcus behind. Before the Prince had arrived there had been some Carnival Committee members shooing people away from them, but now that the precession had begun there wasn’t a committee members in sight that wasn’t obviously completely absorbed in the prince’s grand arrival. “Excuse me, please” Lynnette muttered to each disgruntled crowd member she slipped by. There was no use worrying about anyone recognizing her—they were all far too interested in what was going on.

Nimbly climbing up onto the highest crate where two or three other people had apparently also nested, Lynette sat down, crossed her ankles and pressed her hands together in front of her lips in utter wonder as the crowd erupted into cheers. The precession was truly a sight to behold… as was the face of Prince Davos Du Ikana. Everything about him and his soldiers was glamorous beyond belief. 

And this was only a sliver of it all…. The prince alone looked so regal and prestigious, she could hardly imagine what the King himself looked like… let alone his palace. She gave little thought to how a kingdom that had seemed so dormant for roughly 30 years could have possibly done so well on their own-- entranced by all the grandeur. You couldn’t possibly hope to see anything even remotely as classy in Dawn Heights. And if there was a prince... then there was surely a queen as well… by the goddesses, she wished she could see what a true Ikana noble lady dressed like if this was what their warriors wore….

A nasty sounding cough brought her spiraling back to reality as one of her fellow crate-sitting rule breakers seemed to be on the brink of hacking up a hairball over his shoulder and almost right into Lynnette’s face. She tried to hide her disgust, holding up her gloved hand to seemingly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear whilst also protecting her face from the spittles that were now raining down upon her. She subtly scooted over a few inches, also leaning forward and out of the line of fire as tried to focus on the prince again….