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[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Nyx Heir the Wanderer[/color][/h1]
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[h3]Hathforth, Plaza Facing the Pier[/h3]
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[quote=@Estylwen] The viscounts and their single guard made way for the pier, eyes on the magnificent Battle-Blood Minstrel. [/quote]

Nyx takes a deep breath, glancing at her reflection in one of the window panes nearby. She had taken the form of one of the many children that live around the Duke of Rhinecliff, choosing one that looked close in age to the orphan twins. She holds on tightly to her arm full of flowers before she dashes awkwardly and quickly towards the pier, her sights set on the viscounts. 

Careful to appear clumsy and uncoordinated, Nyx lets herself trip and fall face flat in their path, the flowers scattering all around, some being carried off by the wind. She looks up with a face full of despair. [color=82ca9d]“Oh no! My flowers!”[/color] 

With little regard to the nobles next to her, she tries to gather up the flowers in haste as more get away from her. When she finally straightens, she has very little remaining of the wildflowers she had collected. [color=82ca9d]“Mum’s gonna kill me…”[/color] 

It’s only then that Nyx ‘realizes’ she’s not alone and looks from the viscounts to their guard and back to the twins. [color=82ca9d]“Oh! P-pardon me, my lord and lady.”[/color] She conducts a shaky curtsy and bob of her head, trembling with fright.