And finally something gets through to Jarmyn as he backs off giving me another sad look. I pour myself another glass and then move away so I'm not hogging the mead.
I look around, seeing many faces I recognize and several I don't. i'm carefully not looking at where Jarmyn is standing with Mab and Hermia. I don't care if he dances with either of them. I don't.
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I look around, seeing many faces I recognize and several I don't. i'm carefully not looking at where Jarmyn is standing with Mab and Hermia. I don't care if he dances with either of them. I don't.