it's another one of father's grand balls. he doesn't have to do this for me, really, but he keeps on insisting. a human servant comes up to me with a tray with a few glasses of red wine. i take one and walk down the stairs to the lower level of the ballroom, where most of the action is happening, and where the other species in the mythical world are also mingling "This night is going to tire me out, isn't it?" i sigh in frustration, not wanting to be here anymore
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