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Farren had turned to giggle alongside Aarno at a joke they had shared, but when she turned to answer him with another quip—she was distracted. Her grey eyes catching on the bright glare of sunlight that backlit the hair he tossed about his crown like a halo. A few white strands draped fetchingly across his dark forehead and a distinct pang echoed softly in Farren's chest.
But she was saved from her suddenly dry mouth by the appearance of one of the many event helpers. In a flash her hands cradled a small missive with curling script.
Syr Theros, it read.
"Huh." Farren wondered aloud. "I don't exactly remember signing up for this?"
Aarno's curses had her leaning against his side to peer at what his note said— only to snort a moment later and match his strained smile with a gleeful grin of her own at his torment. "My, my. And you say fate is for fools."
Farren bounced forward and twirled in a small pirouette to face Aarno, idly enjoying the feeling of her skirts billowing around her and the music of bells as she walked backwards. "But you know? Something tells me I won't mind participating so much." She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend, altering their new path towards the new event area. Her eyes peeled for her dark and mysterious partner of Dusk, her smile ready and bright from the festival's infectious joy.
Aarno Bebin Theros
But she was saved from her suddenly dry mouth by the appearance of one of the many event helpers. In a flash her hands cradled a small missive with curling script.
Syr Theros, it read.
"Huh." Farren wondered aloud. "I don't exactly remember signing up for this?"
Aarno's curses had her leaning against his side to peer at what his note said— only to snort a moment later and match his strained smile with a gleeful grin of her own at his torment. "My, my. And you say fate is for fools."
Farren bounced forward and twirled in a small pirouette to face Aarno, idly enjoying the feeling of her skirts billowing around her and the music of bells as she walked backwards. "But you know? Something tells me I won't mind participating so much." She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend, altering their new path towards the new event area. Her eyes peeled for her dark and mysterious partner of Dusk, her smile ready and bright from the festival's infectious joy.
Aarno Bebin Theros