Dreadlords Once Dark and Ancient Times

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A storm would roll in through this seaside city in what looked to be two days time, but as Hayes stood on the parapet and looked to the thrashing waves below, she knew the storm would not ruin this momentous night. Not when the little magic that treacled down the line of the Dorfarens, the founding family to Redynne, were able to track the weather. Hayes had it on good authority that tonight would feature a different storm.

Every year since Vel Anir was victorious in war, Redynne had thrown a gala of the arts for all to rejoice in. It became tradition, and through rain or shine, the gala would continue. It was a small city that knew how to be resilient, to embrace change and utilise opportunities when presented. Tonight, the air was crisp but warm enough with the fires burning through the streets that the gala was to be enjoyed in different parts of the city broken up with canals. Hayes' older brother, Breyer, was a skilled Sealing Smith and was the strongest mage in some generations he was lucky enough to be educated at the Academy. It was under his seals that the city retained the warmth in the areas that dancing and merriment would take place, and those that wished to see the sights could enjoy a comfortable evening without the chill that came with the winds of the Cortosi Sea.






The first sector was dedicated to the theatrical arts and held in the Anir Open Theatre. In the summertime, many plays and operas were put on here as the sun dipped in the late hours, but in the autumn and winter, it became a place for the night markets. Tonight, locals to the city were masked in old traditional stylings and putting on a show. It told the story of a Dreadlord legend, one of victory and inspiration. It was a marvel for those to watch, a light entertainment for visitors to enjoy.

The night market still was operating, selling souvenirs, small and delectable treats, and wares of artisans that called Redynne home.



The second sector of festivities were held in the Courtyard Ruins. A section of the city that had been devastated in the last War was now made preserved thanks to the Sealing Smiths native to Vel Redynne. It was truly the most ethereal and whimsical space made ready for this night. Surrounded by canals on all fronts, many choose to visit these ruins for the scenic route along the water to get here, and tonight special made bridges connected visitors from the main areas of the city center to these famed gardens of tranquility.

Here visitors could take in a moment of quiet as musicians are found spread across the ruins and playing pieces in accompaniment, melodies sweeping all over. It is the more peaceful side of the festivities and popular with couples to promenade.

The ruins also has guides from the Museum present to recount the stories of this most historic landmark in the city. Many sculptures line the main stretch, and is the most preserved area on the small isle, and each with their own story.

At the far end, and seen throughout the ruins no matter where one stood, you could see the sculpture done in the likeness of a past Anirian King, who was famous for living in Redynne all through boyhood to learn the ancient histories and was the one to bestow the title of being a Vel city for their hospitality.





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Lastly, the third sector for the gala event was to take place in the Historic Square.

It was here the main event was hosted, where the traditional practice of dancing and masks attracted a great number of visitors. It also was fierce competition for Anirians to dress to impress, for it was encouraged to leave your identity outside and become a citizen of Vel Redynne this one night. Those that called this city their home were known for their laid back lifestyle and their eagerness to meet new people.

It was in this square a number of sightseeing could be done, with the large Vel Redynne Museum of History towering above, but was also one of the most beautiful preserved buildings of the original architecture in the early days of Redynne's existence.



 
Vittoria detested the feel of a mask on her face, and for an occasion such as this, she was unsure of it's representation. Never had she dreamed to be anyone but herself, but a mission had taken a great number of Initiates towards the West. The fact that they were even allowed to travel the three days to attend this famous celebration had been surprising, but Vittoria had reasons of her own to bear the idea of wearing a mask and attend.

Her parents had met at this annual celebration almost three decades earlier. He had been stationed here as a Dreadlord, and her mother was a Pirian notable that loved traveling all this way to attend each year. She only had stories told by her father of her mother, but there was a portrait of her in the Museum gallery halls she wished to see. A mother she never knew, never met, for it had been her own birth that killed her.

Not only was this city a historical one for Vel Anir's territories, but it was one important to the Larrainth family. On this night she would finally attend as Lady Larrainth, the only member left of her bloodline. She donned an elegant deep emerald dress with black gloves atretched above her elbows, and leather boots that were certainly for fashion than for walking in. It was the best she could do for family representation with the dressmakers available in this city, but Vittoria was pleased with how she looked.

She waited outside the barracks reserved for Anirian Guards, where the Initiates were told to stay since most lodgings had been booked by other visitors. Her eyes scanned for King, not wishing to explore this city without a friendly face.
 
"Jeez, aren't you a fancy fuck. That's got to be you right Larrainth?" She was the only one that would be that well-dressed outside the barracks...or someone was way better at flirting than he realized as they had not been in the city for long.

Orryn came walking out of the barracks trying to adjust his uniform the best he could. It was the only nice thing he really owned at the moment, so he had chosen to wear it although it did kind of defeat the purpose of leaving your identity behind. What did he care though? That bullshit was a lot easier when you had money.

He at least was wearing a mask, one half featured a smiling human while the other half was a grimacing, wolf-like monster.

The uniform fit him well, but he had already undone the top two buttons on his jacket. It was always the jacket that felt too restricting and yet it was the biggest identifier for the uniform. Orryn pulled at the collar one last time before walking over.

"Can't turn down a chance to get a little fucked up right?"

Vittoria Larrainth
 
Tarkas Verik.

The unkillable.

The stalwart soldier of Vel Anir.

Dreadlord-slayer.

Dreadlord-server.

And tonight-

Spiffy.

He was dressed immaculately, his guard uniform pressed, washed, and in the blue and red markings of his rank. His sword, polished, sharpened, and blended out from recent battles, was pristine. A status symbol, purely. But it was the sword that he had used in defense of the city. He had done his face well- as well as could be. A shave, closer than he had ever had in his life. It accentuated his scars- and the four pieces of shrapnel still lodged in his head.

He emerged from the barracks, menacingly standing behind Oryyn Black, the younger man's crass language causing his brow to furrow.

"My Guardsman know there is a time and place for crass language, young man." He adjusted his mask in his hands, not putting it on yet- it was a half-mask, just covering his eyes. There was no mistaking Tarkas.

"Mind yourself, and represent yourself and those you represent well. And try not to make a fool of yourself." He was not stern, mean, but it seemed a genuine suggestion. Tarkas had a fatherly approach to leadership, and was rarely cruel or demeaning. A drunken fool was bad enough, but a drunken Dreadlord causing a fool and cursing loudly-

How unbecoming!

Tarkas walked forward, his hand on the pommel of his sword. He took a deep breath, smiling at the city- as much as his scarred face could muster a smile.

"Such a night, hm?"
 
"Such a night is right, the city looks great!" Cormund tugged at his collar a little as he followed the group outside, but smiled in excitement all the same. It was very rare that they would be allowed so far from the academy, and to go to a gala no less!

His parents packed him a suit for when he was grown when they dropped him at the Academy steps. It was one of the few things they left him, and a family heirloom apparently. The deep violet, gold trimmed suit was opulent and looked far beyond his means. It fit him neither quite in size or look, but he quite enjoyed it despite how it restricted him. This combined with the Crow mask he wore, made him feel like a whole different person, and he was relishing in it as much as he was able.

"Oh right, didn't we have a mission here? What exactly are we meant to do here? Or is the mission just to have a good time?"

Cormund chuckled at his little joke. The screams and sights of the damned stopped him from fully enjoying the night air, but he tried to focus on the beautiful lights of the city that lay ahead of them.
 
Historic Square

Skyler had her hair bound back in the typical Marakoosh style as was her outfit. A brightly colored skirt and sandals with a thicker swath of fabric dropping from one shoulder across her body to her waist. A bandeaux-like fabric was snug across her chest, leaving her midriff partially exposed.

Her mask was maroon and gold-rimmed and matched the colors of her gown.

But it was her bright, white smile that stood out the most. She had both her arms hooked into others that shared her same warm, brown skin tones. One wore a scowl and the other a smile like his sister.

"This is our only night off together in a long, long time. Don't ruin it Femi." Her older brother rubbed at the back of his neck and quickly uttered a protest.

"Afram started it."

That caused a bark of laughter to release from Afram. That carefree grin still across his face as he looked down at Skyler and gave her a nudge. "Don't be such a sore loser. C'mon. Let's see if they sell any of that cider Mama likes."

"Don't be such a kiss arse," Femi rolled his eyes.

"Guys. GUYS." Skyler swiveled her head between them both. "Can we just be nice to each other for five minutes?"

"Yeah okay," Afram said a bit too jovially then shoved Sky into their brother and took off running for the stalls. "Last one there buys the next round of drinks though!"
 
Vittoria might not have been particularly pleased about having to attend an honest-to-goodness formal ball, but King felt like he fit right in. Elegance befit the D'Amour family. If Evangeline wasn't so damn modest she stood a solid chance of causing every jaw in a five mile radius to smash into the cobblestone; King knew, he'd actually seen her in a ball gown before. Shame no one else would ever be able to appreciate it, since his elder sister insisted on dressing like a prude all the time.

Oh well. King himself sported a flattering, form-fitting suit that happened to speak to him, and felt quite confident in it. His mask was white and gold with a flourish of feathers in the same colors that wrapped off one side. It wasn't terribly difficult to identify him, all things considered, nor was it hard for him to spot his dearest friend looking like a fish out of water despite her lovely gown.

A small crowd of other initiates--and Dreadlord Verik?--had already congregated around her, and King was swift to join as well. He swept up beside Vittoria with a smile towards her, and a dismissive glance to everyone else.

"I'd have said something to Black about minding his tongue, but a much bigger fish beat me to it," he said quietly to her, straightening his shirt as he came to a standstill. "You look wonderful, by the way."
 
It had been some time since last she'd attended a ball, but...well, the last one had been rather nice. Would she meet anyone she knew in Vel Redynne? She didn't know. She'd only just heard about the gathering a few days prior, and things had lined up just right that the gold-eyed girl would be able to attend. A refreshing little gap between missions to try and feel like a normal person, perhaps.

A masquerade ball represented a rare opportunity. Anonymity gave her a chance to be bold, to try to wear her mask of confidence. There would be no demure, wilting violet at the gala this night. Not in her shoes, anyways.

Instead, a young woman with an elegant braid of brunette hair and brilliant golden eyes would step out among the other attendees, a luxurious dress of black and glistening bronze adorning her. Her mask was elaborate, covering much of her face from the nose up and looking almost hawkish, and terminated in a regal looking headdress complete with a pair of rigid, ram-like horns.

The young woman walked with confidence, stepping among the crowds that gathered among the Historic Square, seeming to enjoy every second she spent in the cool evening air. Perhaps more splendid than any glimmering item she wore was the warm, genuine smile that brimmed upon her face. The woman was simply happy to be present, clear to anyone who saw her.
 
Vittoria's brows raised beneath her mask, but it was the curving of her lips that gave her that slight amusement as she turned to Oryyn, but it was the older male, Tarkas, that delivered a light telling off that simply spared the Initiate from anything withering from Vittoria. Cormund appeared, and a few other Initiates, including the one she had been waiting for.

Where she felt too overdressed, King looked as if he was holding court here.

"Well, Cormund, perhaps that is the new objective. Our mission has concluded and we are fortunate enough to..." She eyed Oryyn, "... dress up and let our hair down." Vittoria turned her gaze onto the doomsayer and smiled with her lips, looking fiendish with her simple mask.

She leaned into King quickly as the others chatted, "You certainly look dressed to impress. Shall we go find you someone to torment with your good looks?" Either way, the Terrible Two would have their wicked fun tonight and still remain well behaved.

Turning back to look at Oryyn once again, she scrunched her nose delicately before saying, "There is a costume shoppe near the Open Theatre I passed earlier on my walk. They seemed to be giving robes and capes out willynilly..." Anything would be better than wearing a uniform to a celebration.
 
Hayes fiddled with the golden sash running from her left shoulder and fastened at her right hip. It certainly stood out against her red attire, which was plenty useful when she was working this event. She had decided not to join her family tonight in the Ruins, and instead volunteer her time to show guests directions and perhaps answer any questions about Vel Redynne they might have.

"Gondolas with yellow ribbons will take you to the Open Theatre. Green takes you to the Ruins... and if you are wanting to make your way back here, then you will take the blue ribboned gondolas." Some gondolas were manned, while the rest were operating on magic done by her older brother. Hayes herself helped with a few Seals to keep the magic alive, but her talents were more suited to representing the Musuem of History as a guide for the Gala.

On her walks, she was stopped by many visitors and she steered them the right way with a smile. Kress, her cheeks were going to stop smiling pleasantly after an hour, and her mask did not quite hide the lower half of her face.

She then spotted some youthful visitors, all dressed for the occasion, except one.


"Enjoying our night? If you head into the Historic Square, you should try the Redynne warm sugar biscuits. A delicacy."

Upon closer inspection, she noticed they were Initiates given the uniform of one of them. Still, she plastered that courteous smile on her face. "Local volunteers are wearing these golden sashes and can answer any questions you might have concerning the evening's celebrations."
 
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Rhidian was wrong, and was feeling the disappointment with each minute he was lost.

He had promised to meet up with Sky, maybe some other Guards he had befriended, but had made the mistake of going in alone. About to curse the whole night, his slate eyes found someone standing on their own, and a sense of familiarity drew him closer. Curious, he craned his neck and grinned widely.


"Well I be damned, St. Kolbe!" He quickened his pace to close the distance between them. "You look like an absolute vision!" Perhaps one of the nicest dresses he had seen in the hour he had become lost.

Rhidian himself was dressed in Redynne fashion. At least, it was what the shoppe he had hired from earlier this week had advertised. Still, he felt like a fortune dressed like this. Perhaps it was the fresh cut to his mess of curls atop his head, but Rhid figured his fitted half mask gave him the illusion of money.


"You here with anyone? You should accompany me while I look for a friend..."
 
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"Yes, sir." Oryyn offered with a salute, his nearly permanent scowl making it easy not to look to annoyed except for the small escape of a sigh.

Yes, they had to look prim and proper for everyone else, even though he wasn't even supposed to look like an initiate tonight. He would hate it if people suddenly started being afraid of the Dreadlords and thinking they were all insane...oh wait.

Oryyn looked around at the others before glancing at Vittoria for her offered advice, "Well, if I'm going to have to wear robes tonight then I'm going to need one drink first. Anyone else in?"

If they were going to do this then having a good time, at least a little, would not hurt no matter what Dreadlord Verek said.

The entire event had an air of sophistication around it which wasn't a great match for Oryyn, so hopefully a costume and then a few drinks would help him blend in a bit better. After all, even he could dance if he was drunk enough.
 
Cormund raised his hand at Oryyn's offer. He wasn't so much interested in the drink so much as the opportunity to go to the theatre. He didn't often enjoy it since his visions spoiled many of the tragic events that happened in the plays. For some reason his foresight had a tough time distinguishing fact from fiction. He had heard it was a comedy that would be playing, though. He figured that would be quite tough to spoil for someone who could only foresee doom and gloom.

"I'll come along. I don't drink often but it might be nice to switch things up. I'm in a celebratory mood after all."
Cormund prepared to follow Orryn to the Open Theatre where they were handing out the robes, or to wherever he planned on stopping for a drink. That could very well be anywhere.

"What do you plan on getting? I don't know much about alcohol other than the watered down beer they serve at the Academy sometimes."

Oryyn Black
 
Historic Square

"Cheat!" Sky hollered even as Femi rolled his eyes, steadying his sister. Hooking his arm into her own as they trailed after the path that Afram left behind.

"Now that I have my favorite sister all to myself, tell me all the latest goss." Sky scowled but that warm smile she reserved for family stayed on her face. A hint of worry in her eyes as she kept a line of sight on their wilder brother.

"I'm your only sister," she reminded Femi.

Femi chuffed and patted her hand affectionately. "Only favorite sister," he crooned.

Skyler gave him a tight pinch. Femi squirmed and then leaned into his sister. "Well if you won't share anything juicy; I will. I've met someone. She races horses, can make a mean flatbread, and has a kid."
 
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Oryyn looked around to make sure no one else wanted to go with them before motioning for Cormund, "Come on Auger, let's get moving." He had a slightly evil smile on his face at the idea of getting Cormund a little drunk.

The theater district was not especially calling to him, but if he had a drink or two, finding a spot to sit down and relax for some of the night did not sound too bad. He could ignore the play if it sucked. A drunk Cormund would be more than entertaining enough.

"The answer to that is simple Auger. We ask for the cheapest and whatever burns the most going down, that will do its work the fastest."

A sad fact that often put a large dent in any sort of coin he had, Oryyn often had to drink high-proof alcohol or way more liquor than was normal as his abilities made it extremely difficult to get drunk.

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King smugged proudly at Vittoria. He'd put much time and thought into the ensemble and was pleased that she seemed to recognize that much. She was right, of course; a night out together that was actually ordained for once and not the duo sneaking off to cause mayhem would do them both well.

"Ohh, you know me so well, Love. And of course you are looking as gorgeous as ever. Let's."

Of course, there was one person in particular King silently hoped he might encounter during the evening's festivities, but he decided not to get his hopes up. The odds of encountering mostly anyone here seemed fairly low, and the masquerade aspect didn't serve to help anything. Perhaps fate would decide later on, but for now there was fun to be had.

Oryyn, it seemed, was two steps ahead in that regard.
"Yes, Auger, live a little!" he called after the other boys as they began to depart. The idea of demure Cormund getting alcohol poisoning was delightful. He lingered still, looking down at Vittoria. If there was ever someone he knew that wasn't a drinker, it was her. "Shall we tail them, Vitt? Or would you care for a dance?"
 
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"Well I be damned, St. Kolbe!"

Zinnia bristled at the sound of her surname. Someone that knew her? Already? Goodness. She turned on her heel to meet the familiar sight of Rhidian, and her expression quickly shifted to a warm smile.

"Oh! Hey Rhid!" she greeted him. Despite the dressing up he had done, the half mask left him quite a bit more identifiable than she'd made herself. "Th-thank you, aha...I...called in a favor from an old friend. I'd n-never have been able to afford all this."

She began to follow him quite naturally, friendly as they were.
"Nope! Just thought I'd come and see what happens, you know?" she practically skipped along (or would have if not for the heels she wore), more carefree than she'd ever felt before. "Who is it you're looking for?"
 
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All throughout Vel Redynne, betwixt all the merrymaking and socializing, an indomitable presence slipped between spaces and bodies. The unnerving form of Archon Sepia Galleus, as glamorous and grotesque as ever, traipsed the city. Perhaps she was searching for something. Perhaps she was simply bored.

The only thing that was abundantly clear was that she was observing the festivities, and that those that valued their lives did not approach her. Whom might the unnerving eyes of the Mother of Monsters fall upon next? It was an answer that she herself sought.

Woe betide...
 
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"Shall we tail them, Vitt? Or would you care for a dance?"

Vittoria only ever danced with King. He had been the one to teach her, had claimed that he would not suffer dancing with anyone else and had insisted on teaching Vittoria the steps. She had seen it an advantage, that this skill would do her well if she was to ever impress anyone should her cousin Elise call for Vittoria to attend social events.

But she was in no mood to dance at that moment.

Her eyes flickered to the stranger, the young woman dressed for the occasion and adorned with the sash volunteers of the city sported to guide visitors. No one else had heard her, had even deigned to acknowledge her, and Vittoria's lips curled into a small smile. But the girl had already moved on, and walked away before Vittoria could ask anything of her services.

"Tempting as it may be to witness Black turn Augur into an intoxicated mess, I think we should explore this city a little more and see what else takes our fancy." She adjusted her looped arm around his and walked alongside him, content to witness the celebrations going on around them. The energy was alive, not at all anything like the stuffy events she had to attend as a tecnical Lady of a vassal house to the Viraks.

"Smell that, King?" She sniffed the air again, uncaring that she was doing so loudly and obviously, catching the attention of others. "Spiced apples!" She confirmed, a genuine smile of joy settling on her expression.
 
Hayes did not linger to a group longer than a few seconds.

She was on constant move, eager to not slow down and be caught in any conversation she may not be willing to be participant in.

But the eldest Dorfaren daughter needed to take a quick break soon lest she tire her feet before the night was over. The Gala could last until dawn if that is what the visitors wished, but Hayes already knew she would drag herself home and put herself to sleep. The next day would be an early start for her, business as usual.

"Never seen you so dressed up, Dorfaren!" Exclaimed Gus, the historian hunkered down on a stool that faced the open air bar constructed for the Gala. The faces behind said bar greeted her warmly, but Hayes did not take a seat to join her colleague.

"And for that, I am thankful you have not seen me in the dresses my mother picks out for me when we attend events." But it had been a year since she attended the social season in Vel Anir.

Gus downed his drink, slapped the bartop and sighed deeply. He pulled out his sash from a pocket and pulled it over his head to neatly drape it across his person. "Back to it. I'm off to the Ruins now."

Hayes pursed her lips after saying her farewells. The Ruins probably would be a better spot to take a rest, as there was always a gentle hushness to the area no matter how many were milling about.
 
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"Who is it you're looking for?"

Rhidian smiled.

"A friend." He said oh so vaguely, a growing grin on his facade.

"Well... now that I think about it... I don't think I actually made proper plans to meet. We said we were both going to be here since we got cleared for leave..."
He scratched the back of his neck. "I can say hello, I guess. Might not be rude..."

He rounded before Zin, bowing and then straightening to offer her his arm. "I feel as if I should be playing wingman to you tonight. That is not a dress for going on a sandwich tour. You thinking of dancing tonight?"
 
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Theatre District

Cheap, huh? With everything going on it wouldn't be hard to find that. A crowd waited before a stage at the open theatre. Cormund heard the chatter and it turns out it wasn't a comedy to be played but rather an adventure of sorts. An Epic about a famous dreadlord. It was still light fare so he might avoid spoilers from his visions. It didn't look like they were to start for at least a half hour so there was plenty of time to go find something to satiate Orryn's appetites. Cormund spotted a waiter carrying a tray of champagne, and took a quick detour to grab two off of him. He quickly returned to Oryyn and offered him one with a smile.

"Can't get cheaper than free, right?"

In addition there seemed to be someone selling cheap beer on tap. A load of those would certainly work the magic that they were seeking.

"Small beer vendor there. We might also be able to step into a bar for a bit, but I don't know where we'd find one."

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This guy might actually be smart after all, because that was the smartest thing he had heard anyone suggest today. Oryyn turned to Auger with a small flicker of disappointment when he saw the glasses of champagne. What the fuck was this? He gave it a quick sniff before deciding that it would do as a starter.

Oryyn threw his head back and down the drink in one go, before sighing and setting his eyes on the cheap beer.

"Good man, I think the beer will be a good start. The second most important aspect of drinks after the price is just whatever is closest."

With that nugget of wisdom, he stormed off to buy as much of the beer as he could get his hands on for himself and Cormund. The little guy did not look like he was going to be slamming back beers, but better to be safe than sorry. He might need to drink just as badly as Orryn did.

Cormund Augur
 
"Smell that, King?" She sniffed the air again, uncaring that she was doing so loudly and obviously, catching the attention of others. "Spiced apples!" She confirmed, a genuine smile of joy settling on her expression.
King couldn't help but let a smile slip out as the duo walked astride each other. Dearest Vittoria, brutal, cunning, merciless, destructive...and an absolute sucker for certain sweets. It was such a curious little quirk of hers that seemed to run so contrary to the personality so many others seemed to find off-putting, yet it endeared King to her all the more.

"Very well, I suppose a bit of wandering couldn't hurt," he replied, his tone exhibiting a false reluctance that he knew Vitt would be quick to identify. "Gives me a chance to people-watch if nothing else..."

While doing just that was often quite entertaining, he'd have a hard time admitting that there was someone else among the crowd that he actually hoped to pick out. Partially, anyways...he could scarcely just abandon his best friend, especially over some...stupid crush...
 
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"A friend."

"A 'friend'...sure, Rhid," Zinnia teased with a knowing look, hands held playfully behind her back. "I'm s-sure the lucky gal will be quite happy to see you."

Chipper, charming, and cheerful as ever, she shouldn't have been surprised when Rhidian stepped out in front of her with an offered arm. She was, but she shouldn't have been.

"Goodness!" she said with a grin, curtsying in return before taking Rhidian's arm. "I...m-maybe. 'Wingman,' heh, oh Kress...I mean, I would like some d-dashing stranger to ask me to dance, but I don't expect it."
 
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