Given that it was Spring, he couldn't perform any of his usual hunting activities as many of the creatures of the woods were busy procreating. Much like most of the fairies that he knew of, around this time. It was last day of the Blossom Festival, also the last day of his forced holiday given to him by his superior officer. One who didn't like to hold people back from their yearly traditions. Ahmal never really did much on the Blossom Festival. As a child, he'd often help his family with growing flowers and then just wandered around during the festivities, people watching as usual.

But this year was a little different. This year felt different from all the others. For most of the morning, he'd been scouting about the forest, despite his Lieutenant's orders to take a break. No harm in flitting around the canopy to observe new hunters. He had made it back to his home some time before the 10th stretch to attempt to plan out his day, to no avail. But there was two things on his mind. Ahmal had remembered the Equinox Ball, something he'd been invited to on a few occasions by random women he didn't even know. He always declined, much to their dismay. He already knew what they were after, but he was a little different from the seemingly stereotypical fairy. He just couldn't do that kind of thing with someone he barely knew. 

The other thing, or rather person, on his mind. [color=a187be][i]Lyriia.[/i][/color] A name hung around his thoughts for a while as he contemplated the Ball. His parents would breath a sigh of relief at what he was thinking of doing.

For a solid few stretches, he thought about how he'd invite her to the ball. Today was the last follow-up check that Lyriia had to do before confirming that his leg was fully healed. They didn't really talk much during these check ups, but he felt quite relaxed in her presence, whereas with other people or fairies he'd seem quite stern or closed off.

He'd be wrong to say that he wasn't worried that Lyriia may already have someone to go to the Ball with. She was quite a pretty girl, very reliable too. He wouldn't be too surprised if she was already spoken for. Perhaps just disappointed.

It was about 12th stretch when Ahmal stood up from his chair, deciding that he'd finally do something. It was also about time that Lyriia showed up for the follow-up. Although sometimes the times were off by a few slips. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Ahmal?"[/color] a female's voice called. [color=7bcdc8]"Are you here?"[/color]

He hoped he didn't seem overly eager to answer the door when he opened it, giving the younger fairy a small, yet welcoming smile as their eyes met. [color=a187be]"Last check up huh?"[/color] He asked rhetorically as he stepped aside to invite her in. He noticed the small blue flower in her hair. [color=a187be]"The colour suits you."[/color] He commented softly, looking at the flower in the girl's hair.