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(I’m going to change Yarrow’s to third person)

Yarrow

Yarrow sat back down to watch the dance before he ventured to talk to anyone.

That’s when he noticed the young woman seated beside him. Their gazes met and the woman jumped slightly.

“Oh, my word!” She exclaimed. “I’m going to have heart attack sooner or later.”

“I’m sorry, did I surprise you?” Noisy boots and all, he thought with a slight inward smile.

“Not much, just—” she broke off and a look of dread crossed her face. “I’m Enydd. I just wanted to let you know that after the dance, you’ll have to tell everyone your deepest regret and trust me when I say that there’s no way to get out of it. I just wanted to let you know.”

Yarrow raised his eyebrows. “Well met, Enydd.” Is she joking? Does she just like trying to freak people out? “That’s valuable information. So who is forcing this? I’m Yarrow, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Yarrow. Lord Castle. It was the voice that announced the dance—”

“The castle talks?! Awesome! I wish ours did. Did it name the dance? ‘Dance of the Flocking Secrets’.” Yarrow laughed. He and this castle were going to be great friends. Wait. Did she say… deepest regret? Hold on. No. Too painful. He hadn’t even said sorry. Couldn’t.
The laughter died in his throat.

Before he could say another word the dance began, and he turned to watch the stage. Music filled the air as two men and two women took their places on the stage. What in the world are they wearing? This looks nothing like our dances.
Yarrow’s curiosity mounted with the high, graceful leaps of the dancers. Where am I? And what am I doing here?

@inkhorn