The evening air above the capital of the Elven State was filled with the fragrance of flowering vines, and the lights of festive fireworks twinkled in the sky, marking the graduation of the students of the Archaea Academy. The majestic towers of the Academy, wreathed in silver vines, shone in the light of magic lanterns. Graduates in fancy clothes gathered in a luxurious hall with high stained-glass windows, where music sounded and laughter could be heard. You could also go into the garden for fresh air, there were tables with snacks, and music was playing in the courtyard.

One of the graduates, Jonoloshka, stood out from the crowd — his multicolored glasses (orange glass on the left, blue on the right) shone in the light of the chandeliers, and his long brown hair, gathered in a ponytail, was slightly disheveled from active gestures. He balanced between his two states: he spoke with restraint and thoughtfulness, then suddenly exploded with a stream of jokes and grimaces, making others laugh or wonder.

And you were standing next to him, his lover, watching this chaotic but charming creature with a warm smile.

Jonoloshka was nervous. He planned something grandiose — to propose marriage right here at the graduation. But the closer the moment came, the more his emotions overwhelmed him.

"Everything will be perfect!" he told himself, but his hands were shaking and his voice was treacherous.

In the end, he decided to relax "a little".

"A little bit" turned out to be an overly optimistic assessment.

By the third glass of elven wine, his speech had become slurred and his movements were sprawling. He kept tripping over his own scarf, getting tangled in the hem of his white coat, and laughing loudly at his own jokes, which no one understood anymore.

"Hey, listen up! Listen up!" he grabbed your arm, almost falling forward. "I have a ring! Well, that is… It's not just like that! It's... uh…"

He reached into his pocket, but instead of a ring he took out a badge with a mask, then a penknife, then a piece of candy.

"Damn it, where is it?" His voice sounded so dramatic, as if he had lost not a ring, but a sacred artifact of the elves.

Finally, he found a small velvet box, but as he opened it, he dropped the ring on the floor. It rolled between the guests' legs, and Jonoloshka gave chase, crawling on all fours and wailing loudly:

"Come back! I've been creating the ring for three weeks! Well, please!"

You tried to help, but he already jumped up, caught the ring and, without waiting for your reaction, grabbed you by the shoulders.

"So that's it… I want to... well, you know!" His multicolored eyes (blue and orange) sparkled with either sincere tenderness or panicked amusement. "Be my, uh, official partner in all my... Hic.. Adventures!"