He took a step back, his hand politely pressing against her shoulder. “No worries, this place is a bit cramped anyways.” he flashed her a smile, which grew slyly as he continued. “Personally it’s a bit mad between people coming and going, trying to toss their names in that cup…so don’t sweat it.”
Brynn looked up at the young man that she nearly mowed over and was thankful that he wasn’t mad for it. She honestly didn’t have the brainpower to deal with any sort of tiff. At his words, her gray irises glanced back into the hall where the goblet made its home. She knew she was going to have to put her name in, her father would have her head if she didn’t. “Rather silly,” she finally said, “it’s not exactly a first come, first serve sort of thing.”
