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-Grand Ball Room-
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-Interaction:[@Tae] Ranya  [@Remram] Askel [@AuthenticTomb] Aslam [@Lava Alckon] Farim

Munir let out a low chuckle as Askel swept Ranya away toward the dance floor to finally do what everyone had gathered here for in the first place. Dance. Of course, the two of them being among the first to step onto the floor would only drag even more attention onto themselves.

Then again, that was Ranya.

Defiant to the core. Bold enough to reclaim what had always been hers to give in the first place, no matter who watched or whispered.

Turning his attention back to the company beside him, Munir casually slung an arm around Farim’s shoulder just as another round of drinks seemed to materialize from nowhere, summoned by nothing more than his presence and expectation.

[color=ffce00] "Ah, dear cousin, there you are. How good it is to finally see someone with proper taste. The purple one, hm? Fine. I’ll trust your judgment this once."[/color]

Munir reached for the blue drink instead, waiting until both his brother and cousin had glasses in hand before finally taking a sip of his own.

Minty. Effervescent. And beneath it all, something sharp. Slightly acrid.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

[color=ffce00] "Gods, it’s good to finally be surrounded by decent company again. My brothers beside me, drinks flowing, music loud enough to drown out bad decisions. Beautiful. As for the... non locals?"[/color]

He smirked faintly before taking another sip.

[color=ffce00] "Things have certainly been interesting for me. Though I’m afraid those stories might be a little too provocative for tonight’s festivities. Wouldn’t want anyone here scandalized before the evening properly begins."[/color]

As he spoke, his gaze drifted briefly toward Mina and Nora, both occupied in conversations of their own. For the briefest moment, Munir’s expression soured.

Nora’s abrupt little escape with cousin Amira had not gone unnoticed.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Something had clearly rattled her enough to flee the scene in a hurry, and now curiosity sank its claws into him. Munir tucked the observation away for later. He would find out what caused that reaction eventually. He always did.

As Farim’s question shifted toward his brother’s experiences since arriving in the city, Munir allowed the conversation to drift around him for a moment. His thoughts wandered back through the events of the past days, replaying encounters, conversations, fleeting looks.

And no matter where his mind wandered, it kept circling back to the same constant.

Mina Blackwood.