--No, not that kind of dream. Though he does dream of a castle - and a throne room, specifically - the cool grey stone adorned with gold-embroidered sky blue tapestries does not bring to mind any buildings in Napoli. None of the people within wear anything close to modern clothing, either; most of them are all draped with colorful, yet heavy fabrics though picking out the exact form of each is... difficult.
The vast majority of people in this court are little more than watercolor blurs, vague approximations of people filling the scene. The knights, garbed in silver and blue, have a little more detail to them as they hold a path open through the crowd between the throne and the door, but even their faces are... generic, unmemorable.
Three figures are held in absolute clarity in this scene. The first is the king sitting upon the throne, obvious in his authority. An older man, his pale blonde hair is starting to go grey underneath his crown and around the edges of his closely trimmed beard. A cool, almost chilly air seems to surround him as he watches his court with practiced neutrality; he's clearly ruled for a while.
The second is surrounded by a much warmer aura, despite her tall, imposing figure and stern expression. She stands on the king's left hand side like a solider at parade rest - a strong and proper stance that displays both her pride and her commitment to the duty her apparent position requires.
And finally, standing just in front of the stern woman and barely coming up to her hip... is a girl, ten years old at most. Her finery and position indicate a close relation to the king, as do the little curls of blonde hair that peek out from under her headdress. Bits of baby fat still cling to her cheeks, making the frown she wears as she watches the door on the far side of the room look much more like a grumpy pout, but Giorno will find her big blue eyes quite familiar...
Anticipation hangs heavily in the air. They're all... waiting for something...]
dream nonsense, early february;
--No, not that kind of dream. Though he does dream of a castle - and a throne room, specifically - the cool grey stone adorned with gold-embroidered sky blue tapestries does not bring to mind any buildings in Napoli. None of the people within wear anything close to modern clothing, either; most of them are all draped with colorful, yet heavy fabrics though picking out the exact form of each is... difficult.
The vast majority of people in this court are little more than watercolor blurs, vague approximations of people filling the scene. The knights, garbed in silver and blue, have a little more detail to them as they hold a path open through the crowd between the throne and the door, but even their faces are... generic, unmemorable.
Three figures are held in absolute clarity in this scene. The first is the king sitting upon the throne, obvious in his authority. An older man, his pale blonde hair is starting to go grey underneath his crown and around the edges of his closely trimmed beard. A cool, almost chilly air seems to surround him as he watches his court with practiced neutrality; he's clearly ruled for a while.
The second is surrounded by a much warmer aura, despite her tall, imposing figure and stern expression. She stands on the king's left hand side like a solider at parade rest - a strong and proper stance that displays both her pride and her commitment to the duty her apparent position requires.
And finally, standing just in front of the stern woman and barely coming up to her hip... is a girl, ten years old at most. Her finery and position indicate a close relation to the king, as do the little curls of blonde hair that peek out from under her headdress. Bits of baby fat still cling to her cheeks, making the frown she wears as she watches the door on the far side of the room look much more like a grumpy pout, but Giorno will find her big blue eyes quite familiar...
Anticipation hangs heavily in the air. They're all... waiting for something...]