Peaches and Cream - Chapter 2

Peaches and Cream - Chapter 2

Author: yeehonkle
Post Date: Jun 11, 2020, 11:08 pm
Category: Mario Related
Views: 322
Tags: Rosalina, Peach, Peach/Rosalina, Fluff, Angst

Peaches and Cream

Chapter Two

“Miss Rosalina…” Called a low, level voice, uncommon on the Comet Observatory.  “Miss Rosalina… Miss Rosalina!”

Rosalina broke from her reverie with a snap. “Hnng—Yes?”

Polari bobbed up and down, trilling with displeasure. “There you are! You’ve been standing stock-still since four. The young ones are growing restless.”

The black Luma shuddered, causing a shower of Star Bit glitter to explode from his skin and rain down around him. Polari was a strange Luma in many ways, but he was an excellent pilot and most importantly, the closest thing to a friend Rosalina had. He was pure black with bright blue eyes, and although he had no visible mouth he managed to frown with ease. She forced an apologetic smile for his sake, though she felt like a shadow of herself. Cold emptiness pervaded her chest, only the occasional icy wind left to lick at her heart.

“I’m sorry, Polari. I don’t feel much like myself.” To say the least. Her blond hair shrouded her face in loose locks, and there was probably cream soaked in her dress. She must look like a disaster, sitting on the floor all alone.

“You’re right about that,” he huffed.  “Now, up off the floor! If you keep nothing, keep your dignity.” Polari circled her like a pesky fly until she got to her feet.

“I’m fine, thank you!” She exclaimed, swatting at the headstrong Luma as he tried to dust off her dress. He meant well, but his every move sprayed more Star Bit dust, leaving her more dirty than she was before. 

The black Luma shook it’s plump body in dismay. “What are you doing back here?” Somehow, though he hailed from a perfectly normal galaxy, he spoke with an accent. Rosalina had no clue where he got it from.

“Nothing. Let’s head back to the Main Floor.”

“Good,” Polari trilled. 

Together they left the Kitchen, a quaint, red-brick bubble perched on a small tower, somewhat away from the main areas to keep Lumas from snacking too much. (Rosalina learned the hard way how many Hungry Lumas you attract when you leave your Star Bit stores out in the open.) The stairs were coated in a lime green carpet, and they ended on the ground floor of a gigantic starship. 

The Comet Observatory was Rosalina’s pride and joy. With the help of some Lumas she’d built it from the ground up, when her family grew too large for a small toad-sized starship. She could still remember the name of every Luma that was a part of the original fleet. She named them all herself.

“We’ve got a stopover planned in Gusty Garden on our way to Battlerock,” said Polari.

“Are we doing any drop-offs?”

“No,” replied Polari. “Some Lumas want to take a look, but no-one’s on track for metamorphosis. Besides, Battlerock’s a little… cramped.”

Rosalina nodded. Lumas are born of stardust, concentrated in little, squishy bodies. They live, eat, and grow, and when they are older and ready, they metamorphose, or transform. They can become sling stars or launch stars, some stronger ones become vast galaxies, and the most powerful of all become Power Stars. She knew the Luma that metamorphosed into what was now Battlerock Galaxy personally—they were a resident of the Comet Observatory not three centuries ago. Their name was Voyager 1, after a small metal craft from somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy, where they were born. They named themself, being one of two Luma she’s ever known to do that. They were an overbearing presence, to say the least. Battlerock Galaxy reflected them accurately. Come to think of it, Polari was from the Milky Way Galaxy, too. Maybe there was something in the water. 

She didn’t get to talk, though. Her home planet was in the Milky Way Galaxy too. Were all the entities from there so strange?

She wouldn’t know. She hadn’t returned for a true visit in… she didn’t know how long. Every year she went back for the Star Festival, and watched the fireworks from under her mother’s tree during the festivities. The next morning Polari found her, and they returned to the Comet Observatory, not to return until another century has gone by. 

An idea began to form in Rosalina’s mind. 

No. She couldn’t. Could she? Wait—why couldn’t she? No one was stopping her. She was the top authority on the Comet Observatory. 

The black serpent at the back of her mind began to whisper. You’re a coward, Rosalina. Afraid of what you’ll find.

“Besides,” Polari went on. “We’re really only visiting for the Star Bits. That’s one thing I can say for Voyager 1—they attract fantastic flavours!” He chittered to himself, pleased with his quip. It took him a few moments of bobbing along to realize Rosalina was no longer with him. 

“Miss Rosalina?” He called behind him. Rosalina stood stock-still. Polari floated towards her, apprehensively. His mistress was not behaving normally, to say the least.

Rosalina’s head shot up. She knew what she wanted to do, truly, ever since the first bowl of whipped cream went sour. It was time to voice it, lest her weaker self take it back down to the depths of her mind and never let it surface again. She wouldn’t let that part of herself win.


He tilted anxiously. “Yes, Mistress?”

“Set a course for Home.”

Polari looked at her sharply. “Miss Rosalina—so soon?” He zipped to and fro, anxiety clearly building. “We’re decades early.”

Rosalina strode forward, presenting confidence she did not feel. “I wish to sleep under my mother’s tree again. Is that so wrong?”

Polari wilted. “Well… no, Mistress. But I feel the need to object... “ He zipped forward to keep pace with her firm stride. “This is a very sudden decision, and we are very far away. It will take us time to work up the energy to make a return trip with the Star Festival so far away… We’ll have to stay for an extended period.”

“How long?”

“Three months, at the latest.”

Perfect. Rosalina smiled. “Oh, Polari. You speak to me like I’m human. How many centuries have I spent aboard this ship? With you, no less? Three months is trivial.”

“But you are a human, Mistress. I have seen you age, however slowed it may be.”

Rosalina’s serenity faltered, just a bit. Sighing, she drew herself to her full height, demanding all the respect she had earned from centuries of space travel. “Set a course for Home, Polari. I haven’t had a proper visit in eons… I need to see what humanity is really like, now. Centuries are longer for them than for us.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Rosalina’s eyes burned with a cool intensity. 


As headstrong as Polari may be, he was weak to his Mistress’s gaze. “...Yes, Miss Rosalina,” he finally replied. 

They made their way to the Main Floor, and Polari began to tinker with the map. “Will you let the other Lumas know?” He asked.

“Would you?” Replied Rosalina. “I’m heading up to the Observatory… I need some time alone.”

Even without a visible mouth, Polari managed to grimace. “Mistress… Are you sure you’re alright? We can park at a nearby planetoid—there’s a nice grassy moon two clicks away…”

“I’m fine, Polari,” she replied. “All will be well if you let me be for a bit.”

“...Yes, Miss Rosalina.”

Rosalina moved toward the teleporter and was whisked away to the second floor.

 Sunsets in the Observatory were like no other.

The yellow ball of light disappeared over the horizon, the golden light bathing her skin as she perched atop her tower slowly sank into the distance. No Luma had come to follow her this night; an uncommon and welcome relief. She was tired. Bone tired, and she didn’t know where it came from. 

Return to Earth? What was she thinking?

The excuse of her mother’s tree was an excuse for Polari, only because she didn’t know how to voice what she really felt. Sleeping under her mother’s tree would lead to a wave of fresh tears, but the centennial visits were enough closure by themselves. No… there was an aching inside her. A black hole, eating away at the serene happiness found on the Comet Observatory. A desire for reality.

To feel real sunshine browning her back. 

To smell real flowers that grow all by themselves.

To taste real cake from more than one, synthesized ingredient. 


To see a real person, after all this time. 

Would she even know how to talk to them? She left Earth as a child, barely socialized. The only creature she really talked to was Polari, and the reason they got along so well was because he didn’t talk much either. The Lumas are loud and boisterous… it would be nice to have some quiet, on a planet filled with people like her.

How long has she been away from home? It feels like forever, when really it’s been only a few centuries. Rosalina left Earth in what—the 1740s? It dismayed her that she couldn’t remember the exact year. Her old telescope was immaculate, but it could barely see Jupiter. It was a tool of her absent father she’d nicked from his study, and he was barely around long enough to notice. What advancements could they have made since then?

Then Rosalina realized her father was by now undoubtedly dead, and solemnly turned her thoughts to something else.

Calculating from the time now, Earth would be at around the 2250s. Five centuries. Five whole centuries.

What could happen in five whole centuries?

In one?

She needed to see for herself. Feel the sun. Smell the flowers. See a person.

Make a friend.

Just one friend. 

No, thought Rosalina. That’s a step too far.

Even if she managed it, they’d be dead by the time she came for a second visit.

At least there’s no getting out of it now, Rosalina thought. She’d told Polari, so what’s done is done. She’d have to stay in the Milky Way for at least three months. 

It’ll be fine. I’ll pick flowers and gather berries from the bushes. Watch the sunsets from the hills back home. Finally have some extended peace and quiet.

What could go wrong?


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