❝ come now child! you are far too young to be a wall flower! ❞ festivals were meant to be enjoyed! the music, the food, the drink, the laughter! she so much preferred older traditional villages to the modern towns of today. harvest festivals were her favourite for without them knowing they were unknowingly honoring her; the goddess of harvest---wheat. she was so happy about it all that when seeing someone of such youth just observing she had to pull him into the dancing.

❝ MY P A P A has said it's bad luck to return for something you've forgotten. ❞

“Shh! I’m hiding from some local goons!”

    “listen, guys, fellas -- i’m, i’m sure there’s some better way,” crutchie felt a babble of words leave his mouth as the world around him came into sharper focus because oh god that was a gun and -- “if, if ya want money i can give ya all i got, there’s no need for, for any of that, i promise i’ll give ya everythin’ i got, really, please, i’ll even give ya my crutch or somethin’, whatever you want, i promise -- “

   “Why is it whenever you come to parties in my presence that you’re such a spoil sport?” Anastasia asks, shaking her head. “Surely you know the Laendler! It’s only simple... and if you don’t, you can follow my lead and that of everyone else.” She explains this with a grin all the same, as if this had been her master plan all along. “One dance. You’ve been standing off to the side all night. This is all I’m asking of you.”

“Confoond it all boy, ‘f it’s as much of a threat as ye claim it is ‘n jus’ stay ‘ere so neither ‘f us ‘re at stake!”

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