Zyndar escaped the overly populated ballroom to find himself in the castle garden. The moonlight above streaks down onto the arrangement of flowers. Zyndar took in the scent when his eyes catch onto a figure by the (whatever flower) bushes. He walks over to see his long forgotten friend sitting in the grass. He stares for a moment before they make eye contact. A few more seconds go by before Zyndar clears his throat and speaks. “Hello…”
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