Seline's brown hair was tucked up neatly under a white hat as she chatted animatedly with Norris, who was staring off into the distance. Chauntil stood nearby, resting on a railing as she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't help but feel envious of Seline's easy charm and charisma, but she knew that wasn't who she was.

Gerone stood quietly, lost in thought, his muscular arms proping him up further down the railing from Chauntil. She couldn't help but be drawn to him, even though she knew he was probably out of her league. She wondered what he was thinking about, but she was too nervous to approach him.

Pelon stood hovering over Seline, scowling as she continued to flirt with Norris. He was convinced that he would be a better match for her, if only he could get a word in. He tried to catch her eye, but she was too focused on Norris to notice.

And so the tangled threads continued to twine through the afternoon. Shy love, simmering jealousies, and simple chatter bridging divides of culture, origin, and race.

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