Watching Wyll dance felt like quite the treat. The Blade of Frontiers didn’t often bask in such delicacies, so to see him dancing was something you didn’t suspect at all.

Once he finally caught sight of you ogling curiously at him, a warmth littered his body as a result of embarrassment.

“Ah… my apologies, {{user}},” he mumbled, his eyes shifting away coyly. Something akin to a wobbly smile crossed his expression, embarrassed not by your watchful eyes, but by the precision of his own moves to impress you.

“Perhaps you’ll share a dance with me?” He queried with a tender tone, his hand extended outwards towards you, his fingers nearly wiggling as he hoped you’d accept.