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I Summon the All-Seeing Eye	By : all_possible_worlds Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 29523 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Part II
Chapter 10: Under the Shimmer, and Rubies and Pearls
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Continuity stardate: Chapters 10 to 12 take place during the span of SvtFoE episode "Face the Music" (S02E21), but the timeline has diverged enough that some important scenes will play out very differently from canon. Previous episodes are in continuity for this fic, episodes after S02E21, generally speaking, are not.

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The boundless topography of pan-dimensional space stretched out in its unimaginably vast cardinality, yet his eyes surveyed all of its limitless contours. The endlessly forking streams of possibility and converging river mouths of inevitability extended into the unfathomable horizon of time itself, yet his gaze could travel far among the paths, to the deaths and births of universes. For he was mighty Omnitraxus Prime, master of space and custodian of time.
Today, however, the great Omnitraxus found himself vexed and perturbed. For months he had peered into the structure of infinity itself, trying to find the destination of the magical drain. Now, a terrifying new layer had affixed itself to the issue, one that was completely unforeseen, even by one such as himself, mighty among the mighty, wise among the wise.
Somehow, magic had started flowing out of many regions of the cosmos at once, across dimensions, sometime around a month and a half ago, relative to the Mewni time stream. His core region of the multiverse, spanning Mewni and a billion other major dimensions, seemed to be central to the disruption. But it was not the drain itself that preoccupied Omnitraxus. The original drain was a foreseen event, tied to a fate he understood, even if only in the broadest of strokes. It was a fate that involved him and the royal family, and which would lead to his death, albeit perhaps only temporarily. But, more importantly, it would also lead to a satisfactory conclusion for a long standing wrinkle in this part of the great infinity. It was a shock that had to happen; a necessary stanza in the symphony of existence. He could read that much in the big picture, in the larger scale of the flows of destiny through the multiverse, and so, he had not dared look any further into his own role.
Today, however, the song of the multiverse was discordant. The streams of possible futures had shifted, and the entire tone and direction of all that was, all that would and could be, had been yanked towards a much darker conclusion with all the elegance of a reluctant dog being forcefully pulled by the leash. The magic drain was flowing somewhere else. Fate and destiny had been altered. The continuum itself had been knocked from its primordial tracks. Worst of all, it had happened right under Omnitraxus' skeletal nose.
Despite his vast powers, Omnitraxus Prime was not all-knowing. He could see any place in space and any point in time along any of the many paths of probability which lay before him, but that did not help him when he did not know at least the general nature of that which he sought. Neither did Omnitraxus know which locations or events were involved in the cosmical aberration at hand. He had already begun the laborious process of following the threads in the tapestry of time towards the origin of the change, tracing each unexpected event to its proximal cause, then that one to its own.
The dissonant elements went back further than he originally had expected. Large alterations were perceptible through a period of weeks, once he was aware of the general bent of the change. It was possible that the more subtle origins of the abnormality stretched into long gone millenia, but they had grown the most in the last dozen days or so, incubating barely below the threshold of his powerful awareness. Nevertheless, he would locate the original damage and correct it, for he was Omnitraxus Prime. What were to him a few weeks, or even a thousand years, out of eons of time? What were a few dimensions out of the incalculable expanse of multiversal space?
But what the boundless Omnitraxus did not anticipate, was that, as he himself pursued, the source of the change sought him out as well. It was a split second before he noticed the viridescent malignancy embedded within his own core, the spiderweb of corrosive magic crisscrossing the crystal fields near his nucleus. He felt the drained magic converge into his core self with supernal force, with undeniable purpose, and saw the path of his own existence approach its final destination.
"Who are you?" Omnitraxus asked, with his last words. Aware that the streams all converged in front of him, into a future that excluded the possibility of his own permanence. In the face of death, his greatest regret was to never have figured the mystery of such an unexpected unraveling of providence itself.
"I am hope, triumphant!" the voice in the void responded.
Then the mighty Omnitraxus Prime, was no more.
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"Perfect Princess Moon, she's great in every way. Everything she says and does is absolutely right..."
Star made a face and tried her best to suppress an annoyed groan. Her mother, Moon the Undaunted, Queen of Mewni, and the subject of such a saccharine paean, either did not notice, or pretended not to. On the other side of the magic mirror, Star's mom kept looking at the aging songstrell with a pleasant, although entirely non-committal royal smile. Moon also seemed not to hear the faint stifled giggling coming from the left of Star.
"Her hair is silky soft. Her favorite color's pink. She flosses every day, and she never needs to sleep!"
Did her mom even like pink? Star rarely saw Moon wearing anything other than blue. The barely visible bags under Moon's eyes also told Star that, whatever the song said, her mom would certainly benefit from some more shut eye time in her busy schedule.
"The perfect Princess Moon, she's nice in every way. Always in a sunny mood, even on the cloudy days."
A sunny mood? She could count the times a week her mom wore a genuine smile with the fingers of one hand, and that was when she lived with her in Mewni. Wait, was it because Star lived with her in Mewnie that Moon did not smile regularly? The self-doubting thought wormed into the mewman girl's mind before she quickly dismissed it for the falsehood it was. Nah. As much as the young princess caused Queen Moon no end of troubles, she was fairly certain that her mother loved her and was happier with Star around than without her. It was just that there seemed to be very little joy that the job of ruling Mewni didn't take away from you. Star grimaced. That was a depressing thought that she found much harder to suppress.
"Her sugar-coated heart of gold will make everything fine. She plays with puppies and kisses kitty cats, eats her veggies and smells like lavendeeeer."
Star grimaced again. But it was a less heavy frown, directed mostly at how absurd and forced those lyrics were. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Marco silently lifting up a laser puppy, while Jackie leaned towards the boy to exaggeratedly smell his hair, parodying the verses. Now it was the princess time to be forced to conceal a chuckle. Fortunately the angle of the mirror did not allow her mom to spot the two humans, who were sitting on her bed, so long as they kept quiet.
"Perfect Princess Moon. She's a fan of smiles. Perfect Princess Moon will be our que-ee-e-e-e-een!"
The songstrell ended the awful piece, and Moon clapped approvingly. Star could not stand it any more, "Ugghh! Mom! Worst. Song. Ever. Do I have to have one of those written about me?"
"Yes, Star. It's a tradition as old as the kingdom itself," her mother calmly explained. It was a tradition due for abolishment, if you asked the princess, like so many corny pointless old ceremonies. Her irritated face made her opinion on the matter amply clear. Moon, undaunted, continued with even greater enthusiasm, "and is your official introduction as Future Queen to the people of Mewni!"
Star's mocking response about how generic the song was, was met with a much less approving tone from the Queen. Mother dear made it pretty clear that plans for Star's Song Day were well underway, and that she had already sent one of those awful songstrells her way. Moreover, the princess' feelings on the matter did not make a lick of difference on that either.
"Hmmmmmm... fine," Star relented, or seemed too. There was no point in arguing with her mom when it got to this point. She would deal with the songstrell instead, or rather, not deal with him. Avoidance and making herself scarce had always worked better for her in the past, when she had to get out of annoying ceremonies and royal events, compared with trying to change the Queen's mind.
"And remember, Star, the people of Mewnie like their Princess Songs light and fluffy," Moon added, unhelpfully. The last thing that Star wanted associated with her right now was a light and fluffy piece, specially if that also meant one as devoid of any individual personality as her mom's had been. "Do you think you can handle that?
"Yes, mom," Star said by way of sullen goodbye and hung up on the mirror. Carefully choosing words that her mother would interpret as an agreement on the course of action, while she could later claim to have meant only as an acknowledgement. She could handle it. She just wasn't going to. She would not even meet the damn songstrell, if she could help it.
"So, Star, dude, are we going the be able to go see this Song Day of yours?" Jackie asked with a grin, clearly oblivious to the plans brewing in the princess' head. "I've never been to Mewni. Sounds way fun!"
Jackie's head leaned to rest on Marco's shoulder, as her hand rested on the boy's upper leg. Though there were clear limits they did not cross, both Star and Marco had become a lot more comfortable respectively seeing and partaking in that sort of affectionate displays when the three of them were alone together. Jackie herself probably had never had a problem with Star and Marco showing affection, but the princess was still getting fully used to that part, beyond their effusive friendly hugs. So, mostly, it was the princess watching the two human teens flirt and show their affection.
It surprised Star how quickly such gestures had gone from making her feel envious and insecure, to feeling just right. Truth be told, Marco and Jackie were adorable together. It also helped that Marco's love for Star seemed just as genuine as the one he displayed for the other girl, and that Jackie and herself had been becoming closer and closer as friends as well.
Truth be told, though, despite their recent closeness, Star had not even thought of inviting Jackie. Originally, she had figured out that if she had to bring a friend, if she absolutely was unable to extricate herself from that awful Song Day tradition, then it would be Marco. Then again, why not invite both him and Jackie? Again, she was a very dear friend, and is not like the three of them hadn't learned to be discreet about their arrangement. Maybe Janna could go too? But still, there was a part of Star that did not want to have to introduce Jackie, or, if she was fully honest with herself, Jackie's relationship with Marco, to her family. "There is not going to be a Song Day, Jackie! There is no way I am getting one of those insipid awful songs written about me..."
"But..." Marco pleaded, giving her puppy eyes - double puppy eyes, since he was still holding the laser puppy too, who eyed her as well. Then, breaking into a good natured mocking sing-song voice, the boy added, "But, perfect princess Star, you are supposed to be nice in every way!" He laughed.
The princess would have been hurt hearing that from anyone else, but something about Marco mocking how little the song applied to Star actually made her feel better about the whole thing. That said, no way he was going to get away with making fun of her like that. Star walked up to Marco slowly, with a bright cheerful smile... and punched him in the arm. See if he found that 'nice'.
"Oww," Marco winced. Jackie gave him a sympathetic look, followed by a shrug. She knew he deserved that one, and so did he. "Ok, ok, Star, fine, that song was awful, and obviously it says nothing about your mom, or you for that matter. But I still think it might be easier to just go along with it and don't let it bother you. It will keep your mom off your back, and, well, what's the worst that could happen?"
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"Well, this is... unexpected," the monster spoke in a deadly cold voice. It was not to his advantage to show his surprise in his tone, and thus, he did not. But truth was, he was puzzled. Everything up to this point had gone, generally speaking, according to plan. His manipulations had worked almost to perfection so far, the princess and Ludo had both proven utterly predictable, puppets unaware of their own strings. Up until now, Ludo knew nothing, even as Toffee extended his pawn's hand to use the wand he now inhabited.
The 'borrowed' magic under his command had been growing by the day. That is, until earlier that morning. Now he felt it being pulled away from him, redirected somewhere else. Maybe Star had found a way to fight him? To drain the magic from the other end of the wand? No, impossible, the child could not possibly understand enough to do so, she had not even realized he was siphoning the magic away, not once had she noticed in all these months. Moon then, perhaps? Preposterous! The high commission? No, they all put together couldn't find a giant hydra in the middle of a shallow corn field.
"Glossaryck, I don't suppose you'd tell me what is happening," he ventured. He hardly trusted the little man. 'I don't have a side' meant he wasn't secretly looking for a chance to help Star, and maybe, just maybe, he was even truthful about that. But it also meant he had no particular reason to look after Toffee's interests either.
"Well, the magic is flowing elsewhere," Glossaryck replied, without elaboration. Typical. Well, it was better than a direct refusal.
"I see that," he observed. Two green glowing eyes, not truly his own, but no longer Ludo's either, narrowed dangerously. "Where is it flowing to, and why?"
"Hard to tell," the little blue man replied, unfazed. He sat crossing his legs, floating in mid air.
"Is it flowing back?" Toffee pressed on.
"Well... no, not exactly," Glossaryck replied, as his whole body rolled around an axis parallel to the ground, his head ending upside down as he seemed to examine something on Toffee's wand crystal.
"Then, where?" the monster kept his tone controlled, there was no use in angry demands when it came to the book's inhabitant. Besides, if Glossaryck was trying to hide something, calm and care were what was called for, in order to spot the evasions and to ask the right questions.
"I don't know," was the response. Ludo's eyes grew wide under the other monster's control.
"You don't know? Does this mean you don't know now or you can't know, little man?" Toffee finally grinned, feeling sure that he had figured the magic being's game out. "I know you can see into the future. Are you saying there is no way for you to answer my question, despite that?"
"See into the future? See into the future? Mmmm... Toffee, there is not such a thing as 'the future', not in the singular at least," Glossaryck declared by way of a response, rolling on the spot again so that he was no longer upside down, then floating to position himself at arm length from the immortal monster's borrowed face and emphasizing the quotes around 'the future' with his fingers. "You see, time is like a stream, one which is constantly bifurcating..."
"Yes, Glossaryck, I understand possible and probable futures well enough," he cut him off, annoyed. No way he was going to let this discussion get sidetracked into a lecture, specially one as basic as that one. "Are you saying time took a path you were not expecting, or that was different from the future or futures you foresaw, then?"
"No," Glossaryck shock his head. Then his tongue slowly flowed out from his mouth, scratching his own left ear, before he continued. "Toffee, yesterday the most likely future had Moon confronting you tomorrow's night. In all but a few streams you kill her... she gets better," the little man clarified as he saw the monster's malevolent smirk.
"That future no longer exists, nor any of those around it," Sir Glossaryck of Terms continued, in a grave tone. "It doesn't exist even if you were to muck around with time, it is no longer a possible future, not even in the past. Mmmmhh... how do I explain this? We didn't take 'another path' down the stream of time. This is more like, well, like somebody threw a bunch of boulders on time, blocking the river altogether, and now we are flowing down completely unexplored paths through the mountain's cliff-side..."
Well, that was worrying. Very worrying indeed. Decades of planning, gone. His future, a future in which he apparently won, gone too. For the first time in years, Toffee's controlled facade cracked ever so slightly, and he groaned in frustration.
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"Greetings, princess Star! I am... Ruberiot!" the man introduced himself. He looked like he had been pulled right out of a Ren Faire, dressed in the most stereotypical minstrel costume imaginable. A lute hung in front of him, supported by a strap on his shoulder. Without so much as looking or taking a step inside, he began playing a few cords. "And maaay I just saaaay, thought we have much to dooo, how much of a pleasure it is to meeeet...", the tune broke abruptly as he finally looked up, "...you?"
"So... she is kinda not home right now," Marco answered wearily. His arguments, and Jackie's for that matter, had fallen on deaf ears. Star was determined that no stupid song should be written about her, not today, nor any time soon. Meeting the songstrell in the flesh, Marco could see why his best friend felt that way.
"But, that can't be right! Maybe she did not know I was to be sent here today? You see, the Songday Ceremony is tomorrow, and..." Ruberiot rambled on, visibly anxious.
"Oh, I would say she knows," the boy cut him off.
"Well, kind sir, would you know where I may find princess Star today, then?" Ruberiot asked apprehensively. "Please, I assure you this is urgent."
"No clue," Marco answered honestly and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if that's all. It was nice meeting you, have a great day!" He made a gesture to close the door and extricate himself from the whole situation as soon as possible.
"Actually, perhaps I could wait for her inside?" the songstrell pressed on, and putting a foot on the door, he saw himself in before Marco could reply.
"Man, I don't know where Star is, or when she is coming back, really! I swear!" Marco protested.
"Well, she does live here, right? So I have a better chance of meeting her on time if I wait here than if I try to search for her in an unknown dimension... oh, I just hope she has not traveled far," Ruberiot bemoaned. That seemed, to Marco, like the right adjective, for that peculiar person. "Pardon, but, what did you say your name was?"
"I am Marco, Marco Diaz," he ansewered with a sigh, as he walked back to sit on the couch. "I am Star's roommate and," he paused, unsure, "...and best friend."
"The princess' best friend? What an honor!" Ruberiot exclaimed. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to be so rude before. You must understand, I am quite nervous to finally get to meet her as well, and to perform such an important task as writing her Princess Song!"
Well, yeah, it sort of was an honor, Marco thought to himself. But not for the reasons the songstrell probably thought. It was not an honor because of the fact that Star was a princess, let alone the type of perfect princess described in the sort of song he had heard last night. Rather, it was an honor because of who Star was as a person: boundlessly enthusiastic, generous, adventurous, trouble creating and trouble resolving. Star was the best friend one could ever hope for, and an amazing girlfriend as well. Plenty of times these days, Marco still had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone like Star liked him back, an honor indeed.
But even for the sake of Star, dealing with the annoying minstrel was a test to Marco's patience and nerves. Ruberiot spent hours on end playing his lute and singing at him increasingly desperate songs asking about where Star might have gone. If Marco had known the specifics, he would have cracked after the first two or three hours, such was the depth of the torture involved in listening to that man. He could not watch tv, he could not even do homework. He tried distracting the songstrell with conversation, but somehow he always seemed to break into song at the third or fourth response and it was even worse than what he got by ignoring him.
So when the doorbell finally rang again, it was Marco that bolted up to the door like lightning. "Star! So glad you are back!"
"Whoa, Diaz, wrong girlfriend," the blond girl at the door replied chidingly. "Guess now I know who you miss the most."
She was dressed in white. A white padded, seemingly single piece, suit. A fencing suit, actually. She carried a training foil in one hand and her trademark skateboard in the other.
"Jackie... I didn't mean... is just..." Marco stammered. "Wait, why are you wearing a fencing uniform? I thought you stopped taking lessons before 6th grade."
"I know you didn't, Marco," she laughed. "I am just pulling your leg. And, well, I am trying to get back into fencing. I guess the whole giant snake thing got me thinking... you have your sweet karate moves, Star's got magic, I need something more than my board if I am going to keep up with you guys. I don't want to make a habit of being the damsel in distress, even if you make a pretty sweet handsome knight. Mmmm, by the way, how did you know I took fencing lessons back in elementary school, dude?"
"Well... ah, Jackie, you know I paid a lot of attention to you since back then," Marco ran a hand through the back of his hair.
Jackie smiled, moved the sword to one side and pushed forward to plant a deep kiss on Marco's lips. "... Stalker," she jokingly admonished him once more.
Behind them, lute silent for once, Ruberiot stared at the two in quiet surprise.
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"Hey, Janna Banana! So glad to see you!" the princess greeted her with a hug, as she literally landed in front of her, having jumped from a pink talking cloud.
"Yo, Star," Janna replied, briefly returning the hug before offering her fist to be bumped. To her surprise, Star handled the gesture perfectly and bumped fists with her without a hitch. Clearly hanging out with Jackie was rubbing off on the princess. Speaking of witch, better to cut to the chase "So, Star, is this by any chance a boys' trouble shopping trip again?"
"What? No! Why would you think that?" Star asked. Janna resisted the urge of saying something sarcastic, but the mewman sounded sincere enough. "Things are going great with Marco. Weird, but mostly weird awesome. No. It is, well, it is this stupid royal tradition... apparently I have to have a song written about how I love puppies and kitty cats, and smiles! Ugh!"
"But, eh, Star, well... don't you? Love puppies and kitty cats, and smiles, I mean," Janna questioned her, a bit surprised. Star might be a rebel, but she did love all sort of girly things, like puppies and rainbows.
"Well, ok, yeah, I do. But, well, they will make it sound like that's all there is... to... to me. You should have heard my mom's song, there was nothing about the real her in that song, and there will not be any about the real me in mine!" Star griped. "The people of Mewni will never know me as more than another perfect, flawless, boring, princess!"
"Well, fuck them then!" Janna replied without hesitating.
"Janna! I don't think that's the part of me I want the people of Mewnie to know either..." Star replied, surprised and quite flustered.
What? Oh, right, seemed Star was still not completely used to Earth, apparently. "No, Star, I don't mean literally. I mean, who cares what they think! If you don't want to do a Song Day, don't do it! Aren't you the future Queen? You have the power to do whatever you please, and off with their heads or whatever if they don't agree!"
"If only it were that simple. My mom is forcing me to do this Song Day stuff. I am trying to hide from the whole thing right now. Hopefully, if they can find me, this stuff will eventually blow over," Star explained with a sigh. "And, Janna... I wouldn't be chopping any heads over this, even if I could."
"Well, you take all the fun away from being a witch queen," Janna retorted, trying to distract Star from her bad mood.
"Being queen takes all the fun away from being queen, Janna," Star retorted sourly.
"I doubt that!" Janna insisted. Ok, the law was not fun, but being the law was a completely different matter. "If I were the magical queen of Mewni, I would make it fun! I would use the power to get everything my heart desires. All shall love me and despair!" she quoted, dramatically.
Star laughed. "Whatever you say... Eclipsa."
"Who?"
"Let's just say you would probably like her," Star replied mysteriously.
They walked around the mall some more, and Janna's ever more brazen jokes about how she would abuse Star's power and what she would do to anyone who tried to tell her what to do seemed to slowly help lift up the princess' mood. Star might have a problem with being thought of as a perfect princess, but when compared to Janna's outrageous declarations of what she would do with the crown, and the wand, she had to admit she was a good kid at heart. Then again, even Janna suspected, that in the real situation, she herself would also be less willing to walk the tyrant walk than she was to talk the tyrant talk.
"So, Star, now that we have established how terrible of an idea would be to give me any kind of power, how would you feel if I told you I am going to be learning magic?" Janna suddenly asked. She had been thinking on how to bring up that particular topic the entire morning, and while her segue ended up not being the smoothest, it would have to do for now.
"Uh... Janna, that would be great and all, but... I don't think magic, at least my kind of magic, is something that humans can learn," Star answered hesitantly. "Most mewman's can't, either..."
"Well, Star, I don't think it will be exactly your kind of magic," Janna explained, carefully. She herself had her doubts about whether what she had heard last night was possible. However, given any chance, she chose to believe. "But Tom says he knows a way, and he is going to teach me. Starting late tonight he is going to be tutoring me on doing some magic..."
Star made a face, a show of discomfort quickly morphing into the rictus of contained laugher. Janna knew Star didn't like her talking about Tom, specially since the troublemaker girl never paid heed to the princess' heartfelt warnings in that regard, but this time there seemed to be something else to her reaction. "Suuure you are, Janna... sorry, but are you sure 'tutoring you on doing magic at night' isn't just Tom's way of, you know..."
"Of getting me alone at night for a quick game of bury the third horn? Of inviting me into a dark deserted area so that he can have his way with me? Of getting me chained and on all fours again to fuck me?" Janna asked Star loudly and unashamedly, and the mewman made an expression of surprise, revulsion and something else, far less innocent. Janna felt a tingle of delight in teasing Star this way. "Frankly, Star, I am kind of hoping it is both that and actual magic."
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It was sunset by the time she got back, so hopefully by now that whole annoying business with the songstrell had long resolved itself. Hanging out with Janna had been good for her nerves. Unlike her other friends, and to Star's surprise, the troublemaker girl had encouraged her to ditch her royal duties as much as possible, or at least ignore the responsibilities inherent in them, which was a refreshing point of view to hear. Then again, Janna was also the person who couldn't stop telling her about how great was to date Tom, so Star had to admit the dark haired girl's judgment was extremely suspect. Still, she would rather go live of toads in the Forest of Certain Death than have a ridiculous song made about how she was sooo perfect and flawless and boring.
Star walked the last few blocks on foot, after dismounting Cloudy, which allowed her to see Jackie leaning in through the door, kissing Marco. Star smiled. It had taken her a while to get to that point, but she no longer felt panicked or threatened when she saw the two of them being affectionate with each other and, she had to admit, once she got past that particular reaction, she found the two lovebirds actually looked quite sweet.
"Awwww, you two," she said, coming up from behind Jackie's back, after they were done kissing.
The other girl turned around with a smile. "Hey, Star, how's it going?"
"You know, same old, same old," Star replied, not wanting to talk about either the Song Day or Janna's dating life. "Sweet sword, by the way, the point looks a bit dull, though!" she commented. Honestly, the compliment part was mostly her being polite. The sword was a pretty flimsy thing, and it didn't look like it would do much in a real fight. Maybe she could help Jackie get a better sword later? It seemed to be one of those things that Mewni craftsmen did way better than Earth ones, for some reason.
"Princess Star, you are back!" a voice from inside the house interrupted her planning and brought a frown to her face.
"Ah, the songstrell... well, good-bye," she replied, and turned on the spot. Maybe she would have to be gone until after Song Day had passed as a whole. She could do that.
"Please, princess, I have a job to do, and I can't leave until it's done," Ruberiot scrambled after her.
"And I won't stay, until you are gone." she replied, annoyed.
Soon she was arguing back and forth with the songstrell, her good humor gone. Eventually, Marco, also visibly annoyed, pulled her into the kitchen. Apparently the insufferable man had spent his time throwing song after annoying song at the boy too. Didn't Marco get that was partly why she didn't want that kind of creep writing a song about her? Specially one as fake and barf-inducing as the one her mom had?
"It's ok, Star. Everyone knows you are anything but ordinary," the boy reassured her, patting her hair as he said that.
"Aww, thanks Marco!" she beamed back at him, surprised how much it helped her to hear him say that. To be reassured that she was not another cookie cutter princess in a line of cookie cutter perfect princesses, or, more precisely, that the people she truly cared about in her life didn't see her that way. She couldn't hold herself from hugging Marco and planting a long passionate kiss on his lips.
"He's, uh... he's staring at us, isn't he?" she asked after they pulled apart.
"Yup," Marco answered.Ruberiot looked at them, then looked at Jackie who was sitting right besides him in the couch, her sword resting in the small table in front of them. The human girl just shrugged like it was no big deal.
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