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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 10th of Ignis[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Magnus [@Remram], Anastasia [@princess], and Ariella [@SilverSpring] [/color]

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Farim smiled at the comment – “until I met Farim”. It was both flattering and eye-opening about how much their chance meeting had changed the course of their lives. Turning towards Magnus, he was also intrigued by his taste. He seemed like quite the honest and forthcoming gentleman. It was so rare to see those nowadays. 

The men he was more used to were those like Count Emil, whose voice dripped with ulterior motives laced with personal desire. He tried to push his perception of that creep out of proverbial earshot. [color=D2691E]”I have to say, your answer is as political as they come. But I do not sense that you answer like this because it is safe. Your intentions and desires are noble, Sir Magnus. I like that.”[/color] Farim nodded in approval.

[color=D2691E]”I once had my own lofty expectations of romance. I was young, and found myself chasing any pleasure I could. But these types of chases do not soothe the soul, nor fill the heart. This took me a long time to learn. It took me longer still to even find someone who matched me in all the right ways. To see me for me, and not just the assets that I provide. A joyful beacon of light that shines through even the murkiest of waters. I realize I am putting her on a pedestal right now but frankly, she deserves it.”[/color] He smiled at her warmly.

It was shortly after this that a loud performance began. One from Mr. Kazoo the Step Meister. Farim tilted his head, leaning to whisper into Anastasia’s ear. [color=D2691E]”This is certainly an interesting turn of events.”[/color] He almost asked what she thought her father would think of a performance like this. But he did not think it would be wise to bring him up right now. He frankly did not want to think of the man either aside from what interactions were socially required of him.

Just as quickly as it finished, it ended. And Farim was left confused yet impressed with the young man’s footwork. It was here that Ariella made her entrance, and came to greet the group. He returned her bow with one of his own. [color=D2691E]”Always a pleasure, Lady Ariella. I would not mind at all but it is as you say. It is more her choice than mine.”[/color] He gave her arm a slight tug and squeeze–a gentle reminder that even if she parted for the moment he would be with her at the drop of a turban.

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