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[danceinblood]

There is a jangling of bracelets and bangles in the hall, quick footsteps like music clumsily played. But there is nothing clumsy about the little princess running down the stairs and out the door, into the spring air. She has grown taller since this time last year, but she is no less a child, and once outside she spins around and around, loving

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[prince_des_mers]

Dakkar is equally bejewelled, although the spices on his skin are almost entirely rubbed off by now. He looks at her solemnly.

[danceinblood]

She pauses in her spinning, dizzy, and would sit on the ground to regain her breath if she did not see him -- but she does, and so she straightens her posture and attempts to look regal. "Good day."

[prince_des_mers]

"Hello."

[danceinblood]

"What is your name?" It isn't a pleasantry -- just something she wants to know.