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[color=slateblue]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=F0E399]Location:[/color] Beach Event
[color=slateblue]Mention:[/color] Dali [@Ojo chan 42] Farim [@Lava Alckon] Callum [@Helo] 
[color=F0E399]Interactions:[/color] Lorenzo [@FunnyGuy]
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Ariella felt an overwhelming urge to submerge herself in the waters that stretched before her. The beach had been an elusive luxury in her life lately, and now, basking in the sun's warm embrace, she relished every moment. As the cold waves gently caressed her toes, a smile spread across her face, reflecting the pure joy she experienced.

Her recent time spent with Callum had sparked new thoughts, causing her to question her definition of home. 

The manor, though always referred to as her home, suddenly felt like an empty title. While the chill of the water seemed to call to her, inviting her to return to its depths, as if the very elements of the world were urging her to embrace her true home. She felt at ease amidst nature's raw elements and nothing had really come close to it.

Lost in her thoughts, Ariella was brought back to reality by the sound of Dali's voice behind her. Although she respected the man, he could be a handful, especially so early in the morning. Ignoring his call, she practiced the art of appearing oblivious, a skill her mother had taught her on a few occasions.

Kneeling by the gentle tide, Ariella felt the sand slipping through her fingers with each ebb and flow of the waves. Doubts gnawed at her, wondering if her plan was wise. The spell she intended to cast was simple, but it still could alter memories. Although the magic itself was complicated people forgot things all the time. All she needed to do was make her forget the small events from that day so Ari could keep on being herself.

[i]and keep returning to her home.[/i]


Grasping her shoes, Ariella decided to venture towards a cluster of people, spotting Duke Vikena seated in the sand, a hint of fear etched on his face as he seemed to mutter to himself. 

Her mother's past with the duke was common knowledge, and though she held no fondness for him, she wondered if anyone truly mattered to her – perhaps her father's wealth and her own reflection were her only true concerns.

Approaching the duke cautiously, Ariella stopped beside him and offered a warm smile,her voice tinged with genuine concern. [color=slateblue]"Are you doing alright, Duke Vikena?"[/color] she inquired curiously. [color=slateblue]“You don't look so well…” [/color]her voice dropped to near a whisper. However, the long she stayed the longer the smell rose to her nose. 

Eyes widening slightly Ariella could tell the Duke was certainly struggling with something. She reached into the small bag that hung around her waist and pulled out a satchel. It smelts strongly of herbs and spices as she reached down and extended it out towards the Duke. [color=slateblue] “ If you use this in some freshwater you will feel much better…It just won’t taste great but I promise it works.” [/color]