summer comes yelling, loud as hope

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Elora has experienced Pride exactly once before. Last year, she'd been totally caught off guard by it, thrown for a loop by the whirlwind of color and joy, flags she didn't recognize, clothes she had definitely never seen, at least not in public. Like so much else in Darrow, she hadn't understood it at all. She still isn't sure she understands it, really, at least not beyond the broadest strokes as they were explained to her at the time.

Those broad strokes are just all she needs to throw herself into it wholeheartedly. The how and the why of it don't matter a fraction as much as the result. As she's seen printed on an assortment of merchandise, love is love, and Elora loves love. That she's had only one real brush with it herself, an ill-advised fling-slash-engagement with a prince who was never really right for her in the first place, is beside the point. She loves seeing it, spent last year, once she'd begun to get the sense of it, delightedly taking in the sight of people celebrating who they are and who they love. It's a beautiful, joyous thing, the best possible reason for such an occasion. So, while she may not understand all of the finer points of it, she has every intention of taking part and helping others celebrate, too.

Over the last year and a half and change, she's worked at enough other events that it isn't difficult to reserve herself a booth for the day of the Pride parade. All she really has to take care of is the goods to sell.

Which is what brings her to the kitchen at Shion's place. Since the mansion's arrival, she's come to spend a lot of time here — for him, yes, but also for the kitchen, so much more spacious than the one in her apartment, where she's constantly running out of counter space or knocking things over. It's sufficient for a batch or two, but she needs far more than that for what she has in mind. All sorts of ingredients for cakes and cupcakes and cookies are in front of her now, a couple recently-acquired recipe books propped up as well. Lately, she's been experimenting with concepts she never heard of before Darrow. There seems to be a big market for baked goods that are vegan, gluten free, sugar free, or some combination of those, and she's practiced enough to feel confident while also still wanting to have the recipes as guidelines. If Pride is about people being able to love who they love, there should be no dietary restrictions on that, either.

And, on one stretch of counter, she has icing ingredients and mixtures in progress, an assortment of organic food coloring, and her phone screen pulled up to a page listing different flags associated with different sexual orientations. In the end, there will be cakes decorated to correspond to them. For now, she flits about the kitchen, relieved that fashion here makes it perfectly reasonable for her to wear a tank top and light knee-length skirt, her hair pulled into a messy bun to keep it out of her face and off her neck as the room heats up from oven use. Of course, as a thank you, she's already planning to set one batch of cupcakes aside for Shion and Sophie, both of whom she knows are around here somewhere. Whether they come in to keep her company or not (or just steal cake samples), she's in her element, and it shows.

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Practical as Shion's assessment might be, Elora finds that she appreciates that. He knows more about this era than she does, after all, with Tir Asleen evidently being most comparable to hundreds of years in the past. It makes for valuable insight, and these are considerations she wants to be able to keep in mind if she's going to make a go of baking as more than just a hobby. These things matter. No amount of effort or recipe-tweaking or studying different flag color combinations will make any difference if no one wants to buy anything. In a weird way, though, it sort of feels like the more she has, the better off she'll be. It would be pretty shitty to show up to an event like Pride and only decide to represent certain groups of people there.

"I don't think it's silly," she says, entirely earnest, then cracks a smile, gesturing to the various baking supplies on the counters. "I mean, clearly." If she didn't think it were worth the effort, if it seemed trivial or unimportant, she wouldn't be doing all of this. Instead, it's part of what she thinks is so beautiful about Pride. The seemingly simplest, smallest things can go the longest way toward helping someone feel recognized. "And that's exactly what I want. For everyone to get to feel seen and acknowledged in some way."

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Shion smiles at her, shaking his head, utterly fond. She's a good one through and through. Treating someone differently because of who they like or are seems a bit stupid to him — well, who they are in the sense of their gender, not in the sense of whether or not they're an asshole. Those are separate categories. At Vamfield, it was never an issue. He'd occasionally hear the maids gossiping about relationships and infatuations, and there were a couple comments about what boys should or shouldn't do or pretend to be, but those were cut off early by Ms. Marge, one of the few things he thinks she did right. He's pretty sure, in retrospect, that she was more concerned about how they might grow up thinking about women, though, and not about themselves. She should have cared about both.

Once they left Vamfield's walls, though, the outside world was a different story. He gets it in the most theoretical sense, the constant need to assert oneself as the norm, to be suspicious of any variation that calls their expectations and assumptions into questions. But the whole world is made that way, full of surprises and exceptions. Living decades, centuries, requires adaptation. He's not sure why an ordinary lifespan should be so different.

"When I was growing up," he muses, "it wasn't something anyone talked about. And then when I saw more of the world, if they talked about it, it wasn't very nicely. It's... it's good, to see the world changing. What was it like in yours? Were people dicks about it there?"

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"Not like it sounds like people were in other places," Elora says, one shoulder lifting in a lopsided shrug. "I mean, some people were. But everything's got someone who'll be a dick about it, right? And of course there were bullshit expectations for people with status. Princesses have to marry princes, and all that." That never applied to her, but she could still see the way both twins railed against the boundaries imposed on them in their separate ways. Queen Sorsha was a good ruler — a good mother, too, from all that Elora could tell — but that didn't stop there from being certain rules and requirements.

She wonders what would have happened with Kit and Jade when they got back to Tir Asleen. The wedding surely would have been off, what with Graydon being gone, though there's no telling what fallout his absence may have brought. Stubborn as Kit is, Elora doubts anything would really have stopped her from being with Jade, anyway.

"Mostly I think people were quieter about it. Less hate, but less openness, too. Definitely no parades or flags or anything like that."

[afeastofthirst]

"They go hand-in-hand," Shion points out. "Plenty of people who claim they don't mind those types as long as they don't make a big fuss about it, like wanting to be recognized as people with rights." He shudders dramatically. In the end, he knows, it doesn't really affect him. It's not even about whether or not he's capable of romantic love; he still mostly doubts it. It's just that, being what he is, there's not a hell of a lot anyone could do to him in any period in time. They're pretty well past the part where rights are a problem, and if Darrow has any of the sort of homophobic freaks who'd like to commit acts of violence against random queer people, well, he welcomes them to provide him with the entertainment of it. Even so, it's gross that they exist at all.

He grins, shrugging. "Well, nothing they can do about it but stew in it," he says cheerfully. "But there'll be plenty of people at the festival who grew up around those types, and that's your market."