The prince was waiting in front of the biscuit. Is this okay to eat? It's a bit like a muffin, but I've never eaten it.
"Drop a little of this honey and it's sweet and very delicious."
Fernand, who sits across from him, explained, honey was dropped into a half biscuit and carried to his mouth.
Fernand chewed slowly, this time tilting a jar of honey over the other half in front of the prince. The golden transparent honey penetrates into the biscuits... it's sweet and delicious, as Fernand says.
Fernand invited him all the way to the town, but the prince, who wasn't used to going out, was a little tired. A lot of people came and went on the road, and various colorful things were overflowing. Most of the things I saw were unfamiliar, and I was confused by what I saw for the first time.
Even when I was taken to the store, I had a lot of clothes and foods of different shapes and colors, and when I was asked by Fernand, "Is there anything you want?"
--Fernand, he seemed to be in trouble...
The prince somehow wanted Fernand to be happy. So I was half relieved to be brought to the teahouse... because when the prince was eating, Fernand smiled a little happily.
I will eat such a thick biscuit for the first time, but if you try it, you will be kindly welcomed.... The prince never reached for the dish. The biscuits picked up with my fingers were slightly warm, and it was fresh to loosen in my mouth. The taste was similar to the muffins I always eat.
-It might be delicious.
When I raised my face, there was Fernand's sweet smile. The sigh relieved, and the honey sticky fingers were wiped off with a napkin and his hands on the tea. Add 1 sugar cube and stir in a small spoon.
There were only two tables on the terrace and one was surrounded by Fernand. A blue-tinted sky spread over Fernand's spine, and far beyond that I could see white clouds floating like muffled mist and soap bubbles.
--That cloud is different from the one seen from the castle.
"Hey, did those clouds come from the sky over there?"
"Is it a cloud?"
Fernan looked over his shoulder and looked up at the back view. The golden hair shook, like a thread spun in the light. The prince was afraid to touch it, but when he touched it with his own hands, it seemed to be black and cloudy, so he only looked at it.
"That cloud is called cumulonimbus, and it was made of air heated by the heat of the surface of the earth. It was originally the air that surrounds us."
"Well then, is there another cloud here?"
Fernand laughed a little as the prince looked around and around him.
"When the air is cooled in the sky, it becomes clouds like that."
"This air is...under the clouds"
The prince looked again at the muddy cloud. Like a lot of bubbles in the bathtub, if you touch it with your hands, it will be crushed.
-If you go to the hill over there, I wonder if it will be touched by clouds.
But the hills are very far. Clouds seem to be sitting on a hill in the castle town, which can be seen from the terrace with the prince. How long would it take to walk there
"Don't you think the clouds look delicious?"
"eh"
The prince blinked at Fernand's unexpected words.
"There are sweets just like that cloud. Cotton candy is a popular sweet that is sold in the castle town at the time of the festival. I will buy it when there is a summer festival soon."
"Yes, thank you"
The prince thanked him and looked again over the hill. How nice it would be if we could go near that cloud! Fernand was wondering if he could touch the clouds.
Fernand whispered a little cold tea as he watched the prince. I thought that cotton candy would be interesting if I was interested in clouds, but the reaction was not good enough just by explaining.
-If you look at the real thing, are you willing to eat it?
It can only be sold at summer festivals.
--Since there is a ceremony in the daytime, even if you take it out, it will be night.
On the day of the summer festival, a ceremony will be held with the castle raised. Tozen Fernand is also forced to participate in the ceremony every year as a member of the royal family. After that, it was customary to have a grand ball in the hall.
Until last year, Fernand also obediently attended the ball. I'm also not good at dancing. In the garden, I met up with my lover, and sometimes I just met, and then invited me to my room to share my midsummer night's dream.
But this year there is a prince. Fernand somehow wanted to invite the prince to the bustling square of the castle town rather than to the romantic garden arbor. In the castle town, it becomes even busier at night. Orange lanterns are displayed here and there, street vendors and shops stand side by side, and many people gather in the plaza for dancing. And the climax of the festival is fireworks.
How will the prince react when he sees the beautiful fireworks in the night sky? Maybe it will make you smile as if you were watching a shooting star.