I wanted an oceanic theme for the dining room and I wanted Welle to cherish it. The next three episodes comprise of one day and are told from his perspective. Not going to lie, he’s fun to write.
He enters the dining chamber, made airy by its high ceiling. On the walls is a mesmerizing undersea tableau, where the laws of nature gracefully yield to the whims of imagination.
Here, glowing jellyfish float among schooling tangs. Sea turtles, their shells adorned with brilliant corals, carry trays of land-grown fruits on their backs, while eels, shimmering in a myriad of colors, curl their long bodies around flasks of wine.
Deep within the cerulean depths, among tendrils of leafy seaweed, the majestic Neptune, his hair a radiant crimson and his beard intricately woven, holds court at a table crafted from the remnants of a sunken ship. A myriad of Mermen, each a unique kaleidoscope of sizes and colors, partake in the feast with distinguished guest Minerva, who, in her rascal wisdom, covertly feeds olives to her uncle’s most loyal hippocamp.
Pomona, a bright vision of youth crowned with a sapling, stands atop the fish-tailed horse, joyfully releasing apples to the high walls, where playful dolphins deftly catch them with their long mouths. Along indigo ledges sit black iron lamps, the holes in their panels casting luminescent bubbles on the ceiling, where a giant yellow octopus plays a symphony of musical instruments with its tentacles.
Villa Servi boasts lovelier frescoes, yet Welle fancies this benthic scene, for his knowledge of the sea comes solely from Illyrian scrolls.
Guns, Guys, & Yaoi 2.0 