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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]Interactions:[/b] Munir [@Infinite Cosmos], Amira [@Chrys], and  
Aslam [@AuthenticTomb] [/color]

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Farim listened to his cousin speak, taking momentary sips of his drink as he retailed the journey of fallen expectations. [color=d2691e]”Stings can come in many forms – disappointment being one of them.”[/color] He said before Munir complained about him becoming too insufferable. He did, however, catch the way he had looked at another woman far off. That was twice now he had caught glimpses at her. It wasn’t Farim’s place to say, but he started to get an idea that this might very well be his next muse–but he chose to not to bring attention to it.

[color=d2691e]”It was merely a question, cousin. Not a cigar. Do not breathe it in so deep!”[/color] His final teasing remark before finishing off his drink, and feeling a slight rush to his head. A commotion broke out around where the King had been, and he looked to see Duke Vikena tossing a fist before another man caught it. Farim believed it to be Count Calbert Damien, a man he had only spoken to in brief passing moments. But his eyes told an entire story of malcontent in store for the Duke he had quickly rushed away.

Then, shortly after, the shuffle of feet scraping against the ballroom marble had caught Farim’s perception. Amira had practically run off in a huff, seeming like she was in a half-tilt panic. [color=d2691e]”Munir, call me crazy but I think us just sitting here talking is still some of the most fun half this ball is having right now...what on earth is in the air tonight?”[/color] He placed his empty drink before he noticed that one couple that had been talked about in the papers–Lord Edwards and Lady Smithwood was it? They were simply having the time of their lives. Farim could see the love on their faces, and it was a rather wholesome sensation. He had been looked at with eyes like that, and it filled his heart a little thinking about it.

Turning to the two of them, Farim spoke up. [color=d2691e]”Well what exactly would constitute your idea of fun then? We have many options, most of which involve more talking. We could see if Amira is well, we could ask Aslam about his exploits since the man has barely had the chance to share before you suggested some antics.”[/color] He gave a smirk, not truly meaning anything by the statement, but also making sure to share the familial hazing so Munir would not feel targeted. [color=d2691e]”Or perhaps we just go over and introduce ourselves to that brunette who you keep staring at?”[/color] Farim’s smile was playfully wicked.

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