‘   yeah — ( ... )   ’

        “  should i consider myself lucky or cursed to have been granted audience with the  golden child?  what’s it feel like launching yourself to the top in zero seconds flat?  ”

        T he uninteresting prattlings and mirthful peals of laughter emitting amongst a handful of stationary,  positioned selectively  at  the castle’s  frontal  entrance  gates as well  as dissimilar regions  within the  stronghold,  itself,  guardsmen  deteriorated  ‘pon  inattentive  ears  as  the earnest adolescent of wintry brilliance  strode through their lolling  unprofessionalism; gratified with the fortuitous actuality that the majority of these  soldiers could not remotely  ascertain his physical existence,  making his  visitations  to  one of  their  highborn  representatives  seldom fatigable. --  Accelerated gaits hastily direct him to the back, towards the garden he oftentimes finds her easing in, with a wooden sword, crafted by his own now splintered hands and tinged in a rich, beautiful, roseate hue much like her gown, and  the instant her refined outline comes into his  peripheral vision,  he  calls forth uncaring on  what she  may be in the midst of  doing.

    “  Well, it seems as though we've developed have a strange habit of running into each other, don’t we?  ”  A smile is offered as he returns her umbrella ( the umbrella she “lost” ).  “  I find it amusing how this is the second time we find each other and I can’t recall ever getting your name the first time we met.  ”  It only makes sense to know how to address her as ----- they’re seemingly bound to meet again, it’s only a matter of time.