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Feine had faced himself away from the group he'd been analyzing. He'd begun to approach them, only to get cold feet. It was not out of shyness - Feine wasn't afraid of the trio, not in the slightest. Besides, what was there to fear about them? The young writer was unsure.

What caused Feine to reconsider his course of action was his pursuit for none other than [b][i]inspiration[/i][/b]. The group of three had come off to Feine as very interesting... Feine believed it could very well form a passable story for his next work. Feine had approached the trio intending to speak to them. What caused him to reconsider was the fact his intrusion could very well lead to a different scenario. Sometimes in writing, it was best to let what [b][i]inspires[/i][/b] you flow free and act on its own.

And unfortunately, Feine had made a mistake. Heading closer to the group proved to be quite an error, as he heard exactly what he dreaded. A voice, quite clearly a man's, spoke out and questioned Feine, asking if there was anything he could help with. Disaster had befallen the young writer! There was no doubt that this was the wild seeming man of the group of three. He seemed to serve as a catalyst to the group of three, in a sense... he'd changed an ordinary conversation between two ladies into something far more interesting. Cookies were thrown and shouts were, well, shouted. And not only that, but Feine had been noticed soon after the group's situation became even more enticing a piece, too - The man of the group seemed to be having an argument with the woman Feine presumed a tomboy... it was interesting, but... now the man seemed to be talking to Feine himself.

[i]'What a blunder... I may as well make the most of this...'[/i]

For a brief moment, Feine didn't react to the man's word, still turned around.

Seconds later, however, Feine slowly turned around, his scarf billowing in a breeze which had suddenly appeared. In truth, this was Feine discreetly using weak wind manipulation for dramatic effect, as if he was a fictional character from some show. It was always an enjoyable way of introducing himself, much better than a simple ordinary introduction. Feine also believed it conveyed an aura of superiority, but that was up for interpretation...

Feine glanced at the man who addressed him. It was indeed the man from the group of three he'd been analyzing, but that was no surprise. Very rarely did Feine find his intuition wrong, hence why he considered himself a prodigy, a savant.

"[color=39b54a]My name is Feine Rhiter, though I'm sure you already know that.[/color]" Feine introduced himself grandly, his scarf still billowing in the breeze. Briefly, Feine considered bowing to show respect, but ceased that thought quickly. "[color=39b54a]As a well esteemed figure in the modern day writing world, I seek to find [b][i]inspiration[/i][/b] from real life events. You and your friends struck me as interesting[/color]."

Calling himself a 'well esteemed figure' in the writing world was a grand overstatement, to say the least. Feine pointed to the three people he'd been analyzing. The blonde lady, the woman Feine considered a tomboy, and the 'wild man', who was the person talking to Feine. Along with that, Feine stopped sneakily using his wind magic to blow his scarf around, as to not drain his energy.

"[color=39b54a]I never thought a cookie would... pique my creative juices, but here we are. Isn't it interesting, how even the most minor things can bring forth [b][i]inspiration[/i][/b]?[/color]" Feine inquired, with both a neutral expression and tone. "[color=39b54a]I'm sure William Shakespeare underwent such hunts for inspiration, too... I guess I'm quite like him. Ah, forgive me... do you know who that is?[/color]"