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Tristan wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked the cold and the snow and the whiteness even though some would most likely consider him a noble. The young man had spent too much time in Arakmat where it was hot all era long and the suns burned down relentlessly. He knew that he loved meeting people though, showing off his skills, impressing them and just generally having a good time. Freezing a little and putting up with that annoying white stuff that seemed to be everywhere was a small sacrifice compared to all that.
He was wearing a warm woollen cloak, dyed dark green and a scarf, not the most fashionable of clothes, but he had not been able to find anything else, even after checking just about every wardrobe and every chest in the Thane’s estate, and his own clothes were all made for much warmer temperatures.
He rented a pair of blades, put them on and tentatively entered the ice. He’d been a dancer once and toured the Sultanate with his troupe, one of many jobs he’d had. He’d gained a bit of fame in his time and had his share of admirers. This wasn’t that much different. It was dancing on ice with blades that were sharp enough to cut meat on your feet, and he’d probably learn it within a brightening.
He moved slowly at first, trying to get a feel for it, and then faster, faster, faster, lifting one leg, then the other one, jumping – until he almost landed on his behind, in a graceful manner of course. It was then that he noticed her, a white haired lady watching the people on the ice. He moved over to her, leaned across the rail and smiled. It was a good natured, friendly smile, not the kind of smile he used to flirt – that would come later as anything else would have been impolite.
“Why are you not on the ice, miss? It is quite enjoyable.” His green eyes shimmered brightly as he extended his hand as if he wanted to invite her, to come and try, to challenge her. “You look sad. This will make you forget your problems for a while.”
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