"
What better a time to catch up than when I'm stumbling over my own feet?
" Came Flynn's rhetorical reply, his free hand finding its place resting lightly upon Chloelle's waist as they found their spot on the centre of the floor - the notes of the last song drifting away to be replaced by the swell of music that better fit the steps of a traditional dance.
Despite his time away from the capital it became clear that the prince had not lied - flowing into the movements with the same confidence he'd exuded walking into the throne room itself, his steps not as light or lively as his sister's but instead resolute and impassioned. His coat flowing back in the movements almost as a reflection of Chloelle's billowing skirts, yet where she caught the light he seemed to catch only the shadows of the room that cast a darkness over half his face - but it was only that, a shadow, as the smile he returned matched the warmth of his sibling's eyes.
Soon enough they were not alone as others took to the floor, spreading outwards from the central pair like a plague through a body - but perhaps less morbid. With attention spreading out, the swell of both music and clicking heels filling the air, it seemed like an opportune time to speak without a world of eavesdroppers listening.
"
I've heard news and rumours aplenty about all of you in my time away,
" He spoke with a slightly lowered tone to grant some measure of privacy over the conversation, his movements unperturbed by the need to now split his focus. "
But news and rumours leave countless things unsaid and, quite frankly, a lot of horseshit to sift through.
" Flynn chuckled, fixing his sister with a look. "
Tell me Chlo, how have you been all this time?
"
I am Inferi.
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