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The reason Linnea didn't take the initiative was quite simple – events that might seem insignificant to someone else were filled with romance for her. The problem was that she wasn't sure who to invite. She had some ideas about Imir, but his heart was clearly occupied by Parfynora, whom he chased around like a puppy even at the festival, so that candidate was clearly out. The others? They weren't particularly interesting, although she probably wouldn't refuse an offer from any of them. It would be fun, of course, to see Laithe's reaction if she asked him to dance, but there was no romance in that. Therefore, she decided to keep Ipheon company instead of dancing. Just talk. — Well, how was the festival for you? — she asked, sitting down next to the young man.