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[color=peru][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2]
Time:[/color] 25th, Morning
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Stratya’s House → Edwards Estate
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/FOg6BjE.jpeg]Officer’s Formal[/url]
[color=peru]Interactions: [@princess] Duke and Duchess Edwards, Count Damian, [@FunnyGuy] Duke Vikena[/color]
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Stratya had been fussing over how to dress herself for the event. That, and being unarmed always left her feeling naked. Like she was forgetting something. Nobility was such a fussy thing, as if being an army officer weren’t complicated enough. Aah, but she shouldn’t complain. Things were quite well for her, she should be thankful her duties weren’t as dangerous, anymore. Instead of raiding bandit camps, she was going to parties. It was hard to argue, when you put it like that.

When she did finally get something good together, the knight took a look in the tall mirror in her armory and had to pat herself a few times, as though confirming that was the image of herself. She didn’t often take the time to look in a mirror, so she was still caught off-guard when she did, sometimes. A far cry from the village lass she’d been ten years ago. The uniform was sharp and flattering, and it was an opportunity to wear her antique dirk with the family crest on it.

At last prepared, Stratya left her house with what she appropriately called “The Big Basket”. Despite its physical size, the task was familiar. Nostalgic, even. Walking in the sun with a basket on her arm took her back to her village, and the gently rolling landscape she’d walked so many times.

There was enough for the party and the birthday boy. It was filled with cinnamon rolls and strawberry-banana muffins and chocolate-chip cookies, and large cheesecloths between each layer of sweets to aid with distribution. Over the top had gone her family tartan, making for quite the picturesque bread basket.

One servant drove a horse-drawn cart behind her, loaded with two crates of bottled Durmand Mead - one original, one berry flavored - and a couple loaves of alcoholic bread. Her brother was quite the passionate brewer. Ever since she's gotten proper brewing equipment for the village, the quality had grown like a fern.

[color=peru]”Alrrigh’, wait ‘ere, Stewar’. I’ll ‘ave someone come ‘n collect t’ mead anon. Once she’s unladen, take ‘er ‘ome and ‘elp yourself ta some owt’s left.”[/color]

As she entered the Estate grounds, a servant collected her basket of baked goods and a brief explanation that, oops, all sweet breads. As well, Stratya gave the direction to collect the crates of mead and boozy bread, though perhaps it was yet early for drinking. She would leave that decision to someone else. She slipped the ceramic bracelet over her wrist when given it, finding it charming.

Her burden relieved, Stratya reminded herself that she’d been told specifcally, by [I]The Queen[/I], not to wallflower herself. [color=peru][I]It couldn’t be worse than marching into combat, right? Right. You've read enough etiquette. In you go.[/I][/color]

She caught sight of the hosts and some guests, already gathered. She was part of the first to be here? At any rate, she approached with a smile, [color=peru]”Duke and Duchess Edwarrds, Duke Vikena, Coun’ Damian, good morning! Wha’ exquisi’e weather forr a par’y, trruly the Gods ‘ave blessed this day f’r celebrration.”[/color]