Though a _{grin spreads unto the exterior does boredom hastily find its peak. Cerulean hues glance unto the elder—-a slight ‘psst’ slipping past glossed lips, and heels shuffle towards the dame. Her boredom is certainly evident; such easily being curable by means of social interaction–yet there is no means seen whilst sibling stood beside her.}

   _{Thus is there an acceptable reason for the younger’s eager behavior, palms extended to rest upon the other before whispering suggestion in the midst of formal event.}

                    _{❝Psst…Hey–Elsa!}

                      _{—-Why don’t we find something to do? This is sorta a party, after all.❞}