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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Mentions: [color=d42cf9]Smol Dennis[/color] [@Achronum][/sub]
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Amaris allowed herself to be led out to the floor, stepping carefully so as not to bump any of the pairings taking their leave of the space. She took up her position and awaited patiently for the boy to get settled. After introducing himself, the countess thus learning his name to be ‘Dennis’, the mage started them off with much uncertainty.

It was an easy enough tempo to fall into, Amaris supporting him patiently through the steps while maintaining eyes on the pairs twirling about them. The last thing she wanted was for the dance to be cut short because some elitist scared her dance partner off for bumping into them. Once their momentum had been established, Amaris returned a kind smile and spoke.

“[color=f49ac2]For tonight you may call me Ari, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Although, you should try not to sell yourself so short… everyone has to start somewhere you know. Like all things, this will come to you with time.[/color]” She did find herself wanting to know something after his comment, however.

“[color=f49ac2]If you don’t mind my asking, what took up so much of your attention last year? Were you perhaps a student here already?[/color]” Amaris poked curiously. She wouldn’t press if he didn’t want to tell, but his vagueness had piqued her curiosity.