#but I don’t think they realise that someone like Honoroit would never have the chance to travel the world if it wasn’t for Emmanellain

[snowdream]

In light of Honoroit’s event outfit, I can’t help but imagine his and Emmanellain’s first Moonfire Faire going something like this:

Emmanellain, excitedly bursting into the room: “Honoroit! Pack your bag! We‘re going to attend the Moonfire Faire! Father agreed to let us go :D “

Honoroit, busy cleaning up the constant mess on Emmanellain’s desk but now pausing: “The ‘Moonfire Faire’, my lord? I‘m afraid I am not familiar with this event. Is one of the High Houses holding a banquet of sorts?”

Emmanellain: “No, it’s a summer festival in La Noscea. Costa del Sol, to be precise. Such a lovely spot! I’ve been there once before the calamity; its beach is one of the most beautiful ones in the world ^-^ And there’ll be foods, and drinks, and games… It’ll be marvellous, my boy!”

Honoroit, skeptical: “And your father allows for you to leave your post in order to attend this… festival?”

Emmanellain: *nodding vigorously*

also Emmanellain: *not telling Honoroit how he BEGGED his father to let him take Honoroit on a trip as the boy never had a chance to see the world yet and as Honoroit so much deserves a break from his duties so he can simply enjoy his childhood for once*

Honoroit, taking a polite bow: “As you wish, my lord. What exactly would you have me pack?”

Emmanellain, waving a dismissive hand: “Just some light clothes. A few short-sleeved shirts, some shorts…”

Honoroit: *blank stare*

Emmanellain, sobering: “Riiight… You don’t own anything like that.” *slaps his fist into his palm* “Off to the Jeweled Crozier then! We‘ll remedy that at once!”

The following hours consist of Emmanellain dragging a reluctant, rather embarrassed Honoroit into Ishgard‘s most prestigious fashion stores and having him try on a plethora of shorts and shirts. Honoroit feels incredibly uncomfortable with this type of clothes as he has never seen any Ishgardian wear such revealing attire and deems it unseemly. He adamantly refuses to wear anything that doesn’t cover his elbows and knees at least or - Heavens forbid! - that leaves his chest bare! Emmanellain doesn’t want to push him and ends up buying a light shirt and shorts that meet Honoroit’s criteria. 

The evening before they are to leave for La Noscea, Emmanellain checks in on Honoroit to find him about to finish packing. To Emmanellain’s utter dismay though, Honoroit has also laid out a pair of boots.

Emmanellain: “What are you doing there, my boy? You can’t wear boots on the beach, you need… Oh no!” *sudden realisation followed by guilt* “We forgot to buy you sandals!“

Emmanellain, thinking hard: “Okay, it’s too late to go buy you any now… Do you own only boots? Or do you have shoes as well?”

Honoroit: “I do, my lord… Your father had a few pairs made for me for when we attended the conference in Kugane.”

Emmanellain: “Perfect! Just bring one of those then.”

Honoroit, uncertain: “Your father, as always, was most generous. He had four pairs made for me despite my repeated reassurances that this wasn’t necessary - which one exactly shall I bring?”

Emmanellain: “Don’t fret so much, anything that you think fits the Moonfire Faire will do =^^= “

Honoroit: “But I don’t know what the Moonfire Faire is like, my lord…”

Emmanellain, patting his shoulder: “It’s a festivity, like… like Starlight celebration! Only at the beach, and in summer. So just bring something that you think suitable for that.“

A few days later, the two of them arrive in Limsa Lominsa where they stay at an inn for the night before continuing on to the Costa del Sol the next morning. As they get changed for their final passage to the Bloodshore, Emmanellain sees Honoroit in his full attire, including his shoes of choice, for the first time.

Emmanellain, incredulous: “Honoroit! Are… Are these the shoes you brought?”

Honoroit, nodding: “Yes, my lord.” *proudly puts his left foot forth* “You said to bring something appropriate for a beach, so I made sure to choose shoes that were waterproof. And these socks were a gift from mistress Yaelle last Starlight. I received many compliments for them - mistress Medguistl said they were ‘lovely’ and ‘very festive’, so I thought them perfect for the Moonfire Faire.”

Honoroit: *looks up and sees Emmanellain‘s aghast expression*

Honoroit, his voice wavering: “Is… is something amiss, my lord?” *insecurely wrings his hands* “Did I do something wrong?”

Emmanellain, startled out of his stupor and hastily pulling himself together: “No! No, absolutely not!” *ruffles Honoroit‘s hair with a lenient smile* “They’re most perfect, my boy. Come on then, off to the pier lest we miss the ferry!”

They arrive at the Costa del Sol soon after, an unsuspecting Honoroit wearing steel-toed shoes and Starlight socks at the beach. Over the course of the Moonfire Faire, Emmanellain buys him his first ever sundae (Honoroit is both fascinated and delighted by the exotic dessert) and teaches him swimming (Emmanellain is an awful teacher, but he’s trying his best), and they play beach ball and bopping for bombards and they sit and watch the fireworks in the evenings. There are some guests who intend to tease Honoroit for his outfit, but Emmanellain always intercepts them and invites them for a drink or for ice cream before Honoroit notices anything.

The following summer, an unusually timid Honoroit approaches Emmanellain and asks him if they will attend this year’s Moonfire Faire again by chance. Needless to say, Emmanellain finds it absolutely impossible to say no.