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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Sorian Park[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 11am[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [color=E77298]Anastasia[/color] [@Princess] 
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[color=E77298]"Did you know that you have a very soft shirt?"[/color] Those words were caught him off guard the most. Farim turned slowly and looked at the woman who had just bumped into him. A look of initial confusion turned to intrigue as he instantly recognized the woman who had caused such an upset in the early morning. As he got a much closer look at her clothes, her complexion, her features, and heard her voice up close, he could definitely see why she would be dubbed a princess. When she wasn't accidentally running into folks or yelling at her parents, she still had an air of beauty and elegance to her that certainly caught Farim by surprise. Not to mention her words that morning were daring but she drove home a point most of the young nobles had begun to feel in that moment. He admired her honesty and such returned her moment of slight embarrassment with a smile.

[color=D2691E]"Oh? I believe that is fair to say. I don't think it's nearly as soft as your smile. I do believe I recognize you, they call you...Anastasia correct?"[/color] His accent bled through his pronunciation as he put just enough emphasis on certain syllables to sound like he was out of practice. He made sure to fully face her and offer a full bow, one arm over his chest and the other stretch out perpendicular to his frame. [color=D2691E]"A pleasure to meet you on such a fine day. I am Farim, from the land of Alidasht. I trust my cousins haven't been given you all...too much trouble?"[/color] He spoke politely but knew his family was a rather eccentric one, but he had no room to talk considering the exuberant garments he wore, the pet he had, and the amount of times he simply threw money at things.

It was then that the bird on his decided to make her presence known with a few deliberate pecks to the ear closest to her. Farim winced slightly, fixing his posture and chuckling at the demand for attention from Thara. [color=D2691E]"Okay okay, Thara. Go fly around for a little but don't cause any trouble!"[/color] He took the falcon into his hand and gently tossed her into the air, her wings flapping to catch the air and take flight, seamlessly gaining more and more altitude until it began to circle overhead. [color=D2691E]"Do not mind her, she is a needy bird. But a lovely one all the same."[/color] He rubbed his recently pecked ear and gestured lightly towards Anastasia. [color=D2691E]"I read of this festival in the newspaper of yours and simply had to come check it out. Every little event I've been to has had such wonderful food. I'm even excited to try a few games. Are you here to partake in these festivities as well?"[/color] He rattled off a few questions of sorts and after having spoken far more than he felt needed, Farim would keep his smile yet internally curse at himself a little. [i][color=D2691E]What is this, 20 questions? Let the gorgeous woman speak for once, you dope![/color][/i]

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