[center][color=#35A8F0][h1]Magnus Pawonska[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/h0bUfwV.png]Starry Night Attire[/url]
Interactions: [@Chrys]
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Well, there was a smile at least. It was small and it was meek, but it was a smile nonetheless. 

Magnus stood there underneath the stars with her though he was more fixated on her than the twinkling skies above. She was hardly subtle with inching her way closer to him though he made no effort to move away from her. It would have been plainly insulting if he did, at least that's what his excuse was.

His brows though lifted from his head. How could she not have known? There was being sheltered and then there was being separated from reality. Of course, he knew that the Alidasht delegation had only just arrived not that long ago, but surely someone would have told her. Hell, they didn't even need to tell her directly; she could have heard it from someone passing by. 

Hesitantly, Magnus nodded and then said, [color=#35A8F0]"Yes, it's true. She admitted to being a witch and... Well, you know the rest."[/color] His brows knitted together. He had just pushed that thought way in the back of his mind. [color=#35A8F0]"I implore you not to think hard about it. It'll only leave a pit in your stomach like the rest of us."[/color] His piercing blue eyes looked over the view they had of Soralia. The lights almost seemed like the very stars in the sky.

He let the silence hang in the air for only a moment.

He turned to face her again with a very earnest expression. [color=#35A8F0]"I truly do wish to apologize to you, Shehzadi Amira. I did not mean to embarrass you the way that I did, but I had to make myself abundantly clear that it wasn't me who sent those flowers. It would've been cruel to lead you on when I've only learned of your existence tonight."[/color]

She was beautiful, beautiful enough to make any man's heart race. That was an indisputable fact though there was something else to her. There was something, for lack of a better word, pure about her. Not pure as in someone inexperienced with the world, but pure in the fact that she hardly seemed to have a malicious bone in her body and saw the good in everyone and everything. Maybe to her own detriment. She should have been more wary of him, of any man for that matter instead of inching closer to him... And yet he made no attempt to move away.

Magnus plucked a yellow marigold from one of the pots that decorated the balcony and gingerly tucked it behind her ear. [color=#35A8F0]"It may not be a bouquet, but maybe this will suffice."[/color] It stood out from the blues and golds that covered her though he could not deny that it looked pleasing on her. He smiled at his handiwork and said, [color=#35A8F0]"Yellow definitely suits you."[/color]