[ After the cage and everything that followed on the first day, it wouldn't have been strange for her to forget that she had been nominated for Flower Queen at all (though she had cast some votes, for whatever that was worth). She was grateful for the far lighter second day; even if they did spend some time apart, it gave her a chance to win something for him in turn, and to meet a certain special young lady who would make more of an impression on her than she ever thought possible.
In the end, she would have never thought she could have secured enough votes to even place, and the announcement indeed comes as a surprise, along with her head of very pink hair. She likely blamed Sholmes for that one at first, but just as she was getting used to it all—the attention, and the cloud she used to carry herself and Kazuma around (due to his faun hoof troubles)—it was... just gone.
Her cloud, which she never even got to name, her admittedly gorgeous dress, and whatever had been special about her.
She was probably more disappointed than Kazuma himself that he didn't win (at least, that he let on). But it was just like she told her father: they were both kings in her book.
It's dark now. There's a lot of chatter as everyone is transformed back. She's just checking to see that her hair is black again when she turns to Kazuma— ]
...Ah! Your feet. Are they back?
[ Well, he should be thankful for that, at least, even if the light of lanterns is the only thing to go by nowadays, when night falls. She smiles, and just then, the speakers flare to life across Verens. She tilts her head upwards to listen curiously...
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In the end, she would have never thought she could have secured enough votes to even place, and the announcement indeed comes as a surprise, along with her head of very pink hair. She likely blamed Sholmes for that one at first, but just as she was getting used to it all—the attention, and the cloud she used to carry herself and Kazuma around (due to his faun hoof troubles)—it was... just gone.
Her cloud, which she never even got to name, her admittedly gorgeous dress, and whatever had been special about her.
She was probably more disappointed than Kazuma himself that he didn't win (at least, that he let on). But it was just like she told her father: they were both kings in her book.
It's dark now. There's a lot of chatter as everyone is transformed back. She's just checking to see that her hair is black again when she turns to Kazuma— ]
...Ah! Your feet. Are they back?
[ Well, he should be thankful for that, at least, even if the light of lanterns is the only thing to go by nowadays, when night falls. She smiles, and just then, the speakers flare to life across Verens. She tilts her head upwards to listen curiously...
"Flowerworks"? ]