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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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Farim couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at missing all three shots, but Anastasia was a good enough sport that it was quickly discard as a run of bad luck, which he readily accepted as the main culprit of his poor performance. He looked with curiosity as his hands were pulled and positioned by her, and he felt his face soften as the bear was placed into his hands. Her talk of being friends and the rather sweet gesture was enough to catch him completely off-guard. He stood practically stunned for a few seconds before composing himself with a warm but gentle smile. [color=D2691E]"I am very happy you gave me this. It is a sweet gesture, Princess." [/color]

Then she spoke of her brothers and felt a similar feeling. [color=D2691E]"I know how you feel. I arrived late so I've only really seen two of my family members. They are...much too busy to be associating with the lesser nobles of the house." [/color] His tone was somber, but he bounced back to a more positive stance as much as he could. He knew his family had important matters and it wasn't like the world revolved around him anyway. [color=D2691E]"I bet if you win your brothers a prize you'd make them smile like you just made me!"[/color] He let out a short chuckle while she turned and pointed out the nearest drink stand. He whistled once into the air, prompting Thara to come and gracefully land onto his left shoulder.

[color=D2691E]"I figured you were tired my precious falcon. Come rest and grab a drink with us. Look~! This nice princess won us a friend!"[/color] He held the bear towards the bird, which curiously tilted its head and craned its neck as if to inspect the fluffy stuffed animal before cooing softly. She lifted up her wing and began pruning her feathers while resting on the shoulder Farim had given her. Farim then turned towards Anastasia, shifting the bear towards his left hand and holding out his right hand, palm facing up. Whether she had wanted a hand to hold or arm to clutch he left up entirely to her, but either way he would follow her towards the drink stand, feeling his parched throat begin to call for refreshment. [color=D2691E]"That sounds lovely, let's get us a drink then, shall we?"[/color]

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