The princes of the Land of Stars had been invited to attend the Harvest Festival party that Deneb was hosting, dressed in various costumes…-.
Deneb: “Nice. Everyone looks good!”
Deneb smiled cheerfully as he surveyed the princes.
Antares: “There’s some pretty good taste in fashion here. Everyone’s subject matter was handled skillfully.”
Deneb: “That’s because they were made to fit everyone’s individual look. Firstly, I’m a wizard, and Antares, you’re a vampire see, and Spica is a clown…”
Spica: “So this is what Deneb’s image of all of us is?”
Deneb: “That’s right! I’m dead on with Antare’s eternal beauty, right? And then I thought the clown makeup with a tear would really suite your smile Spica.”
Antares: “Eternal beauty… that’s not bad.”
Spica: “Haha, and you made the clown tear shaped like a star. I wonder what kind of brilliance the star on my cheek gives off.”
Hercules: “Everyone looks so cool. Hey hey, what image does my costume give off?”
Hercules had walked over after listening to the three of them talk, his arms laden with sweets from the table.
Deneb: “Hmmm, yours is… like, strong, and ‘roooooar’ right?”
Hercules: “Eeh, why are you only having trouble describing mine!?”
Deneb: “Hehe. That’s not it~ right Nemea?”
Nemea: “Mii!~”
Nemea replied in earnest, wearing a small pair of horns.
Hercules: “Haha! Nemea looks happy with the costume you made for her.”
Castor: “You look like you’re having fun. What are you talking about?”
Castor called out with a smile and cheerful greeting as he passed by.
Spica: “We’re being told about today’s costumes by Deneb.”
Antares: “Is Castor’s image an angel? Though the wings on one side look different.”
Castor: “They are a little different… but do you think there’s a reason for that?”
At the question, Deneb seemed to think long and hard as he looked at Castor’s costume.
Deneb: “Castor’s costume would have worked even if both wings were white but… sometimes when I see some expressions on you, I feel like the black wings would suit you better.”
Hercules: “That’s true! He’s kind of scary when he’s pouting but I feel like that expression still belongs to the kind Castor.”
Castor’s eyes went wide as they spoke, and for some reason he smiled in delight.
Castor: “…I really like this black wing. Thank you, Deneb.”
Deneb nodded in satisfaction, then clapped his hands together as if having come to a decision about something.
Deneb: “Ah, I know! I brought my camera so let’s take a picture with everyone. Come on, come on, over here!”
Deneb’s cheerful voice and the many responses of the princes echoed in the lovely colored hall.
The enjoyable night of the Harvest Festival was still just beginning.
END