Eastar stepped out of the wooden tub, that someone had placed in his room, and dried his hair. He began to enjoy the feeling of washing, since in the planet, all the matter of sweat and dirt was uncomfortable.
With a towel around his waist, he looked in the mirror and saw the hair curter and completely disheveled. It was kind of weird, but Eastar thought he could get used to it.
He dropped the towel on the bed and went to the closet. Sindar had said they were going out for a walk that morning and that she was going to show him the city. The stellar was looking forward to it, which was strange. He felt somewhat stupid since kissed her, and now be able to spend the day with her without having to think about anything else, looked amazing.
He wanted to enjoy that feeling, was curious what would come.
Picked up a white sleeveless shirt with large openings on the sides of his arms, it was light and cool. Took a pair of loose gray linen shorts, squatted, and kicked the air. Yeah, it was comfortable enough.
He bent down and saw the leather sandals, which won on the feast day, under your bed.
Footwear, followed toward the princess room, down a flight of stairs and following a corridor to the opposite side of the castle. Walked along the path wondering what they would do that day, he had been curious about the statue and was even more curious to see the lives of the people in that city, what they did, how they spent the day, but all of that was in the background while he imagine himself walking beside the sirion.
Passed straight through the princess's door and only noticed when was at the end of the corridor. He shook his head and retraced the steps until he reached the right door and knocked.
— Who is it?
— Me
— Oh, yes. Come in, Eastar.
He opened the door and almost screamed in surprise, opened his eyes and was unresponsive, with his mouth open.
Sindar had her back to him with two dresses in her hand, trying to decide between them.
No big deal, if she wasn't naked, with long red hair still damp and sticking to her back. She glanced behind quickly and smiled.
— What is it? It looks like you've never seen a woman in your life.
— You... damn it. You do it on purpose, don't you?
— What are you talking about? — She turned her attention to the dresses.
— That... — He waved his arms in front of him, showing the girl in full. — Act like this.
— You mean tease you? Yes. — She turned her head to him, sending strands of wet hair across his face, and flashed him a huge smile. — It's fun to see you turning blue.
He noticed that the room was already almost all bluish. Bringing his hands to his face, he took a deep breath to control himself.
— Which do you prefer. This blue, which suits you? — She laughed and continued: — Or gray with green leaves?
— Honestly? For me it could go on like this.
— Oh no, for you it's a little bit at a time.
He started walking into the room and closed the door.
— You mean I'll see more until tomorrow?
The young woman looked at the star with surprise, realizing that she had thought too loudly, then frowned.
— I won't answer that! — She blushed. — Come on, pick one.
— Well, ah.... I don't know, the blue one?
— Great. — She shook her head and pouted, a decision of great importance would be made at that time. — I'll go with the gray.
— But I said... — He was confused until he saw the princess's mocking face. — Oh, forget it.
— Can you turn around for a moment? — She was still backwards, a small smile on her face.
The young star obeyed and turned around. By the time she allowed him to look, the girl was ready. The dress had no straps and it clung to her breasts, had the underside loose and ended just above the knees. She wore a tiara with a large green stone in the center and a gold bracelet. She turned to Eastar, making her dress and hair spin.
— So what do you think?
— Fascinating! But I thought princesses wore more extravagant clothes.
— And use, but it's too hot fot it. Anyway, thank you! — She went to him jumping and smiling, tiptoed to kiss him.
The boy frowned. He didn't understand why she did things like that. He recognized some of his father's relationship with his mother and began to wonder if this was normal on Earth. Maybe it had to do with what his father had told him the day before.
— Can I finish cutting it? — Sindar pulled his hair, causing it to go out of his reverie and look into her eyes.
— More?
— Yes. Please?
— Okay, whatever.
— Very well, sit there.
She pointed to a chair next to a table, where some lotions and hair brushes were, with a mirror in front. He sat and looked in the mirror, the sirion approached and took a long silver scissors.
— Very well, we're going to end with all that hair.
***
A half hour later, Eastar was trying to figure out how he had gotten so different. His hair was too short. Sindar tried to throw it back, but it insisted on keeping messy at the front. The star stuck his hand between them and realized that he could barely hold them at the back of his head.
— A little more, and I would like the capitain Jorg.
— Stop being so dramatic, is amazing!
She watched him for a few seconds. Without all that hair was easier to see the face. His features were strong, striking, but without any brutality, with his short hair, his blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter.
— Let's go now. — She pulled him by the arm. — Our parents must be waiting for us for breakfast.
— Ok, ok. — He was carried away, still staring in confusion at his face in the mirror.
They passed to the west side of the castle before, that way they will think she was piking him up and not the other way.
— Why all of this? — He asked.
— No big deal, I don't need a scandal.
The young stellar raised an eyebrow but didn't ask about it.
In the lounge, the king and Aros were already sit with wine glasses in hand. Seeing the couple entering, Aros laughed and pointed at his son.
— This, my dear Herimbor, is my son about a million years ago. When he was a child, as it seems now, it was easier to keep him in line.
— Keep me in line? If it weren't for mom, you would have done just the opposite.
— Oh, well remembered. — Aros lifted the cup to his son.
— By the way, good morning, King Herimbor. — The boy completed with a slight nod.
— Good morning, Eastar. Little eagle?
— Good morning, dad. — Sindar went to his father and kissed his forehead.
Eastar sat in his usual chair beside his father and look at breakfast. There was bread, butter, milk and some fruits that he skillfully ignored.
The princess chose to start with the fruits, and the four ate and talked until the king rose.
— So I'm going, there are always issues to resolve. Little eaggle, will you take Eastar to see the city today as promised?
— Yes, dad. I have already prepared the itinerary.
— Is it? Looks excited.... — He scratched his beard. — Very well, enjoy the day. The sun is shining beautifully. The great Belron seems to want to see people with less clothes today. — Laughing at his own joke, Herimbor left the room.
Eastar raised an eyebrow at the princess, she shrugged and finished eating her grapes.