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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Guesthouse -> Primitus Church of Sorian[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Morning of the 24th[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Attire:[/b] [url=https://imgur.com/a/PvvbxKV]Robes[/url][/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Anastasia [@princess], and Thea[@Tae][/color]

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The night was rather quick for Farim. He wandered into his guest room rubbing his head to an excited Thara, who coo'd noisily at his entrance. Once the falcon was calmed and put to rest within her cage, Farim disrobed and didn't bother to put on his night gown. He was simply too tired to care about any appearances of servants or guests that may see him in nothing but his undergarments. The sweet allure of the bedsheets claimed him too quickly to rethink the decision, too. While he dreamt, Farim tossed and turned, even muttering a few phrases in his mother tongue that poor Thara would wake up startled from.

In his dream, flashes of the specter he saw at the ritual filled his mind. The anguish he felt from the thought of losing his mother, whether this was real or not, plagued his dreamscape with parasitic thoughts and theories. But just as quickly as the night had come and claimed his tired soul for rest, the morning drew its first breath to awake the restless Farim from his slumber. The Shehzade shot up in his bed, cold beads of sweat dripping along his face as he drew shallow breaths. Once he calmed himself, Farim stood up and walked over to Thara's cage, letting her roam the room as he prepared for the day.

He took some time to wash his face in his private washroom, and followed it with a warm and comforting shower. A plate had already been left by his door of some of his favorite breakfast sausage, with a glass of refreshing spring water to start the day on the right foot. He spared some of his breakfast for his trusted falcon before getting ready for the day. He picked out a particular set of [url=https://imgur.com/a/PvvbxKV]robes[/url] he wanted to show off to Anastasia and the citizens of the fine city. The robes of course were embroidered with gold, but the green tones of it might present a more calming disposition to the passing bystander - and then the rather liberal depth of the "v-neck" was something that he was simply used to having on his clothing. Back home it wouldn't be much of a deal, but he chuckled to think how those of Sorian would think of such a thing.

It was then that Anastasia knocked on his door, surprising the man and causing him to jump slightly. He waltz to the door before he could think and opened it despite his robes still hanging on either side of his torso, not yet fully wrapped around him. [color=D2691E]"Princess! I am happy to be seeing youuuuuuhhhhh...Wow!"[/color] Whatever sentence Farim had in mind was lost once he saw the dress Anastasia wore. The folds of the dress tightly wrapped around her hourglass figure, with her shoulders and neck laid plainly in sight for whomever would look. Farim was, for a brief moment, speechless. [color=D2691E]"You certainly know how to greet a man in the morning."[/color] 

Farim finally noticed his robe had not yet been fully tied, and moved to wrap himself up properly in front of her. He didn't mind her seeing his bare chest, but based on his initial reaction to her, any longer and she might notice a bit more of him than she bargained for that morning. But he was quick, and used to tying his clothing in record time. [color=D2691E]"I am almost finished. But in the mean time, you can always say hi to your favorite bird~."[/color] Farim gave a light whistle and Thara came over with a burst of flapping of her wings. She rested on Farim's shoulder and tilted her head before letting out a soft caw towards Anastasia. [color=D2691E]"Looks like she missed you! Come in, once I am prepared we can grab a carriage together perhaps?"[/color] He smiled and invited the woman into his chambers, letting her socialize with his treasured pet and friend while he donned his jewelry and fixed his hair. That same blue crystal necklace hung loose on his chest as he turned around and picked up Anastasia for a big hug.

[color=D2691E]"I am thankful you are okay. Seeing you hurt like that put quite the scare on me."[/color] He moved her hand to feel the slight bump on the back of his head, earned courtesy of Thea from the other night. [color=D2691E]"At least we share a fun little head injury. But do you remember what may have happened?"[/color] His face filled with concern, he still kept her close until Thara would walk over to the pair and flap her wings in protest - as if to say "I want a hug too!" Farim reached out instinctively and pet the top of the falcon's head, and gestured towards the door. [color=D2691E]"Actually, perhaps we should get a carriage first, and talk on the way?"[/color]

Anastasia gave a cheerful nod and led Farim by the hand towards the entrance of the Guest House and into a carriage she had prepared for the both. On the way Farim would ask Anastasia about what she remembers from last night, and how she is feeling this morning. All while his hand would rest on her knee in a comforting gesture. He would position himself close to her as the carriage made its way to the church, all while doing his best to make sure the bump wasn't as nasty as he let on. [color=D2691E]"Next time you decide to go running around at least let me be there so you do not bonk your pretty head - I am still sorry I was not around to stop it."[/color] He said as the carriage came to a stop. 

Once out, he helped Anastasia down and offered his arm for her to take before guiding the pair into the main building of the church. Farim took in the magnificent architecture, the craftsmanship of the marble walls and wooden pews. The fantastical music had brought him to a stop as he looked on the fast numbers of folks already gathered and still gathering in the main hall. There were sure to be some glances given their brave choices of attire - but if anything it made Farim all the more glad her date to such an event. [color=D2691E]"Where would you like to sit beautiful?"[/color] He coyly asked.

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