“ Hey, can I have your— ” That thought is cut off when Leif at last, upon getting up closer to the woman, notices the explosion of bright colors decorating her otherwise delicate looking dress. Flowers of all hues and sizes adorn it from the tops of her shoulders and spread down to where he guesses her knees would be, as if they were overgrowing. “ …… ”
He continues to stare, both in awe and lost in thought, forgetting he had asked for the woman's attention at all as he just stands there.
Taking a breather at the refreshments table, Elincia takes careful sips of her beverage as she watches couples, romantic and platonic alike, swirl across the dancefloor. Her own feet need a rest but she’s happy to watch over her peers warmly from afar. Lost in thought, she’s approached by a young gentleman she’s yet to be acquainted with.
“Yes? May I help you with anything?” Her tone is soft and polite. As though welcoming a new friend. A moment or two passes and the man does not finish his sentence.
Instead he stares at her, mouth ever so slightly ajar and Elincia shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Her cheeks start to darken. She wonders if she’s spilled over her dress without realising, or has fruit smears across her face. Cautiously, she waves a small hand in front of his eyes, the other clasped in her lap.
“Excuse me, sir? Is everything alright?”
