#and ig this one won out HAHAHA i prommy she appreciates u sm kaveh

[fanfaire]

[ drinks on me ]

the sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm, honeyed glow over the sand. the salty breeze carries with it the scent of the sea, mingling with the faint aroma of sunscreen and smoke that wafts in from the direction of the harpastum games.

kaveh waits for furina off to the side — with not one, but two drinks in tow.

"i wasn't sure which you'd prefer, so i got both just to be safe," he says with a smile. "i figured you'd need something refreshing after all that running around." in his right hand, a glass of sparkling berry juice. in his left, a frosty concoction made of berries & mint. "you can have both if you'd like. i prefer something stronger, personally."

SHE HADN'T EXPECTED TO BREAK SUCH A SWEAT. maybe it was the outfit she chose. . . maybe it was her decision to keep her hat, even in such menacing heat. with the games concluded, she's more than eager to take it off, fanning herself with its brim amid a deep breath and sigh to clear the last of the tension from her shoulders. a glimmer of the vision at her hip, and a twisting vine of water manifests la chanteuse at her side, her cooling presence bringing a smile of gratitude from the girl in turn.

a flicker of color in her periphery, and furina's attention turns next to the familiar face approaching her with— oh, a pair of drinks? one for himself and one for her, she presumes ; lips part upon a smile to thank him, but he speaks first, revealing her assumption to in fact fall short of his generosity.

". . . both? oh. . . " mouth shapes a small, perfect ' o ' as she takes this in. and in the next instant, it's gone, almost a mirage. she nods, reaching for the one on the left with an elegant acceptance.

"how thoughtful of you! i am parched after that exercise ; you wouldn't realize that tossing around a few balls could be such a workout. but i'll help myself to just the one. you take the other ; it'd only be right."

( she will not let her eyes linger on that sparkling berry juice, no matter how tantalizing it smells ; something that sweet could only set back her regimen by at least a week, and she would never hear the end of it from crabaletta! )

"but where were you, kaveh? i saw you spectating from the side, but surely you didn't think yourself too old to be playing this kind of game anymore, do you?" the look of chastisement, hand upon hip, is almost dry — as though to say ' consider carefully who you're talking to '.