[@Carlsberg]

Probably something about this length. It can be a little bit shorter though.
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Aurelia was hardly expecting to be touched by the eccentric Hannibal, let alone twirled around by him, yet the unforeseen became a reality. Her mouth was hanging open to reply to him when, all of a sudden, their great leader's arm tugged the woman from her camel. Panic gripped her, forcing her ebony orbs wide, as she was inhaled into Hannibal's spiraling maelstrom. A single person hadn't dared to touch the former noblewoman since 6 years ago, and the shock of something like this happening so rapidly left the poor Nekroz shaken and confused. Her fight or flight response activated, instinct flying to decide her actions rather than rational thought.

Unfortunately for the man, instinct determined the best course of action to be a violent one. As Senna began speaking about the proper time to drink, Aurelia spun herself about and used that momentum to bury a heavy hand into Hannibal's gut. However, Aurelia's face went beet red when she realized what she did and instantly regretted it. They had only just begun their journey and she was already attacking their leader! How was she going to redeem her family's name when she could add "mutiny" to their list of crimes?! Not to mention this happened in front of [i]everybody[/i], so this definitely was going to reinforce all the rumors about the Nekroz clan! It didn't help that she felt like a halfling next to nearly everyone presently nearby, considering the shield maiden's short stature. 

[color=darkkhaki]"I-I am so sorry!"[/color] she stammered out. Her hands, clad in leather gloves, covered her mouth in shame, and her legs backed away from the scene to give the head of the caravan some space to recover. On the bright side of things, Aurelia was glad she hadn't pulled out her gladius and stuck him like a pig. That would have been [i]awful[/i]. As luck would have it, one of the wine suppliers thought it would be a great time to toss a bottle to the shield maiden. Unable to catch the bottle in time, divine retribution struck her in the chest in the form of [i]Scipio's[/i] and sent the blonde straight onto her bottom. Aurelia's face went a shade of red darker, feeling utterly humiliated. 

To avoid being trampled by a brunette's camel, the woman quickly stood up from the hot sand, an expression upon her visage that spoke a thousand words of indignity. [color=darkkhaki]"...Sorry..."[/color] she meekly apologized for being an inconvenience to the lady upon the camel. There was laughter from behind her, only worsening how she felt. For the first time in ages, people were actually talking to her, but Aurelia was just making a mess of things! Bowing her head and hiding her countenance behind a wall of blonde hair, she held the bottle of [i]Scipio's[/i] to her sore chest and began to stride back to her camel. The best course of action was just to remain silent and still until she was needed. Otherwise, someone else might get hurt. Or worse. 
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