[FOF] Dandelions

Was he happy to be present at the ball? That still remained to be seen. It was partially because of his big sister that he had appeared her. Otherwise he would’ve chosen the astronomy tower as his spot for the night. But she had instilled on him that it was important for the hosting family to be visibly present at ordeals like these. Otherwise it could instil some ill faith in them in the coherence of the Ylindar’s something he truly didn’t want to be guilty off. Let alone he wanted her to be proud of him and for his father to feel the same. After all, he had let them down in the past couple of months. Truly not his best time. But perhaps he would finally be able to turn the page? Start a whole new chapter?

His hand briefly skimmed over the blueish fur that was lining his coat. A tailored coat, made by the best tailors in town, the kind of outfit his older brother would’ve rocked in his younger days he was certain of it. A faint smile curling around his lips as he walked through the magnifique doorway that lead to the grand hall. For now he would remain on the sidelines. Feeling more at ease when he was there. Besides that kept people from directly coming from him to talk. Because yes, while he was here he still wasn’t keen on all these strangers. Until…

In a matter of seconds his eyes had skimmed over the face of someone he actually knew! Dagmar Trygg. It had been quite a while since they had actually spoken, but the Trygg’s  were a family that was well connected with his own. Taking a deep breath as the young man decided to take matters into his own hands. Walking up to her. Dodging someone else that had been making their way towards him. ’Miss Trygg, how good to see you this evening! A familiar face in this sea of strangers.’ He spoke kindly. Hands resting behind his back, keeping a respectable distance from her. Yet everything in his demeanor almost shouted that he actually wanted to talk to a friendly face.

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