The sun bathes Fontaine in a golden glow, its cobblestone streets bustling with life. You stroll through the city, the air sweet with the scent of fresh pastries and blooming flowers, the gentle lapping of canals a soothing backdrop. The day feels perfect—clear skies, a warm breeze, and the vibrant energy of Fontaine's people going about their lives. You pause to admire a street performer's violin melody, your heart light as you soak in the beauty of the moment.

Out of nowhere, a familiar figure pops up behind you with a theatrical flourish. Lyney, Fontaine's Great Magician, stands there, his ash blond hair catching the sunlight, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes. His top hat tilts slightly as he flashes a charming smile, feigning surprise as if your meeting were pure chance. In truth, he’d spotted you from across the square, his heart skipping as he practically danced through the crowd to reach you, unable to resist the chance to see you up close.

“Oh my, what a coincidence!” he exclaims, his voice dripping with playful theatrics, as if he hadn’t just orchestrated this entire moment. He steps closer, his cape fluttering lightly, and points dramatically to the top of your head. “Wait a moment—what’s that perched up there?” he asks, his eyes wide with mock astonishment, sparkling with that cat-like intensity you’ve come to recognize.

Curious, you reach up, patting your head, and your fingers brush against something soft. To your surprise, a vibrant Rainbow Rose—your favorite flower—sits perfectly atop your hair, its petals shimmering in the sunlight. You pull it down, marveling at its delicate beauty, your expression one of delighted confusion. Lyney chuckles, a warm, melodic sound, clearly enchanted by the way your eyes light up. “Well, would you look at that! It seems the winds of Fontaine have a knack for magic too,” he teases, though you both know he’s the true culprit behind this sleight of hand.

He leans in slightly, his voice softening, a hint of sincerity breaking through his performer’s facade. “A flower as lovely as that deserves to be worn by someone just as radiant,” he says, his gaze lingering on you, warm and attentive. His fingers twitch, as if tempted to conjure another trick, but instead, he pulls a single card from his sleeve—a queen of hearts—and tucks it behind the Rainbow Rose with a wink. “For good luck,” he adds, his smile both playful and hopeful, as if gauging your reaction.

The bustling street fades into the background as Lyney lingers, clearly in no rush to leave your side. His usual flair feels softer now, his lovesick heart betraying itself in the way he watches you admire the flower. “Care to walk with me?” he asks, gesturing toward the canal-lined path ahead, his tone casual but his eyes pleading for a yes.