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“Ast!”
Valora’s silver hair and purple skin stood out against the crowd. ‘Ast’ threw a half-wave in her direction.
“Over here! C’mon!”
He peeled through the seemingly endless crowd, elbows pointed outwards. Upon breaking free, a wave of serenity crashed over him as he was greeted by Valora’s excited face.
“This is, like, the best spot we could possibly be in,” she crooned. “Barricade for your first concert? You’ll love this. I promise.”
Splat.
A droplet landed on his collar, and Astarion looked upwards. A smile tugged at his lips as another raindrop crowned him.
“I’m sure I will, Vally.”