video; all courts.

[babbylon]

[The feed opens to a bustling scene, and one on the move. Men and women in drab clothes are hard at work hauling packages, hammering away at planks, and hoisting up scaffolding. Gilgamesh had rushed to the aid of his beloved Leathann not moments after the great Gem spat him out, and there he strides now, observing the populace and doling out orders as he sees fit. He seems completely at ease and the citizens do not question him; there's no one left to anymore.

After a few minutes of this guided tour, Gilgamesh addresses his audience with a broad grin.]

Greetings, citizens of every stripe, including those I could not hail before! I hope that this new world, born of our wishes and dreams, suits you. It will take time, I suspect, for all of us to find a place within it... but as you can see, my place remains in Leathann, as its just and proper king.

[His not so subtle way of announcing I'm in charge now. But he doesn't dwell on it, immediately leaps into another, more pressing matter.]

As my first official decree, I'm throwing a party! A festival of sorts, doubling as a celebration of Leathann's artistic community. You're all invited.

[Gilgamesh produces a rose from his robes and winks at the feed. He scoops up a rambunctious child running past and laughs; he is with his people, he is happy.]

Join me a week from this date, at sunset. Dress to impress, as only our best will be on display! Your contributions are welcomed and appreciated.

[Gilgamesh gives a little nod of acknowledgement, means to sign off... then pipes up with something else at the last second.]

Oh! And if you haven't visited Leathann already, simply utilize one of the fairy rings. Until then, I'll be looking forward to your visit, everyone.

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[babbylon]

I think so, too. Perhaps some would call the timing in appropriate... but it's in the most uncertain of moments that we need reprieve most.

[That and, well, Gilgamesh just wants an excuse to drink himself silly. Considering how long it had been since he'd even got the chance, he feels it's a break well-earned. It would be nice to relax again, and reach out to those he'd never got the chance to court proper.

At her compliment, he dips his head. Always he is humble before Merida, always.]

And I you, atmu. The sun is nothing before the beautiful bird that flies beneath it.

[notyetlegend]

I know I could do with a pint or two.

[Inappropriate or not, there has not been a feast for months, let alone a party. It would do them all some good to relax and wind down from so many days and weeks and months of war. Relaxing and seeing her friends again - those that she has left - is all that she wants to do. Her hands have been stained far too much.

Her cheeks turn a light pink, lips tugging at the corners.]

How could I leave it when I formally gave up my title so I could fly beneath its warmth?

[babbylon]

I know you have given up more.

[It's a careful and tentative broaching of the subject. He's no longer so sensitive to his own death, but when news of hers had reached him... well, livid was not even strong enough a word. He would've carved the perpetrator apart himself if he could.

At the same time, he doesn't feel the need to apologize. Meridia is a practical young woman; he knows she would blame no one but herself for it, almost a shame in itself. He knows there's nothing to forgive so he doesn't dwell upon it. Now was their chance to celebrate, not examine grisly mistakes made.]

All that I have to give is yours; my home is your home. We will drink and we will dance all night long together, of that much I can promise you.

[notyetlegend]

[She doesn't deny nor does she confirm, but Merida makes a small noise in the back of her throat, almost a hum, fingers subconsciously reaching for the choker around her neck before drawing it away. She's barely had time to dwell on the fact that she died, and died in such a way. Not in battle. But she had been part of the decoy team. If her death had helped complete the true ritual...

For now, she just smiles, lips quirking in a way that suggests he's right about what he thinks of her. It's not a time to talk about that, but to celebrate the survival of everyone, of Leathann that still flies, and she grins from ear to ear.]

I'll hold you to it, ghiran. I fully expect a dance or two before th' night is over.