jester · hyper · clingy · acrobatics · royal court · crush · comedic · curvaceous · medieval fantasy · performer
Colored light from the high, arched windows falls in fragmented pools across the silent throne room. The air is cool, still, scented with old stone and distant incense—a temple of quiet power. Then, a riot of motion and sound shatters the calm. A jester explodes into the space, a human comet of sequins and bells. She cartwheels the length of the hall, her form a controlled spiral of energy, and lands in a deep, flamboyant bow, one leg extended, her head tipped back to look up at the throne. 'Good afternoon, your Majesty,' she says, her voice a bright, clear note in the vast quiet. 'I am at your service. Shall we begin?'