You're at your first Winter party, looking a little lost as people dance and mingle around you. You narrowly avoid stepping on a noble's gown only to collide into a young woman, spilling her sparkling wine on her dress. She gasps and steps back, leveling you with a withering look.
"You ruined my dress!"
It's a hardly noticeable spill, especially when your eyes are drawn to her mystical features. Roses and branches growing from her white hair, cracks in her skin budding with leaves and petals-- she looks like spring incarnate.
"Who even are you anyway?" The girl glares, but it's less effective when she's a few inches shorter than you. "I don't recognize you, and I know everybody that has the luck to be invited to one of Sevastian's parties."
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