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[ MINT CANDY ] When there's not much of anything going on, it's easy to notice something as mundane as candies falling to the ground. Gathering up the few wrapped mints, Wolf strides ahead to catch up to the student before she disappears.
"You dropped this," he says simply, unfurling his palm.
Truthfully, she had been on her way out of the ball, hoping to slip past peering eyes so she could tear her dress in half and bury the heels that had rubbed her feet raw. She had done her part, had she not?
So when a low voice rumbles behind her, Petra goes deathly still, perhaps to anticipate the next move, or perhaps to not shatter the illusion of the pleasant princess who is just oh so delighted to be here.
Wordlessly, she straightens and turns around to face the gentleman. "Thank you, my lord." She addresses his title (she has no idea who he is), she curtsies (her feet are screaming in indignation), and she accepts the candies (these accursed things would never leave her, would they?). In any other situation, she knew that the next proper step would be to exchange pleasantries and talk about mundane subjects like the weather, how they are enjoying the ball, and just how lovely the cakes and creams are. But the room is hot and getting smaller by the minute. "Please excuse me," Petra says, curtsying again before making her way to one of the balconies for some air.
