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[color=peru][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/color][/center]
[color=peru]Time:[/color] 25th, Morning
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Edwards Estate
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/FOg6BjE.jpeg]Officer’s Formal[/url]
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Duke Edwards, Count and Countess Damian, [@Lava Alckon] Drake
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] Duchess Edwards

Oooh, what a wonderful start to the day. [color=f0e399]“Who is this now?”[/color] Mm, yes. She decided to put that aside for now as Duke Gideon Edwards stepped in and greeted her with such warmth. Her positive impressions of him overrode whatever impression his wife moved to present. Perhaps the woman was stressed. Stratya was familiar with that feeling; she’d been a little particular yesterday, herself. She owed Riona a drink somewhere nicer. One where she might actually relax reliably. There [I]was[/I] that one drinking ritual coming up. She and her squad liked to celebrate it as a way of remembering their hometowns. Perhaps she would invite Riona to it. Have a proper grieving.

Anyway! [Color=peru]“Duke Edwarrds, I mus’ thank [I]you[/I] f’r y’r council an’ advice. Constrruction is movin’ along smoothly, thanks tae yourr ‘elp.”[/color] She offered something between a curtsy and a bow. Tucked her left foot onto its toe, behind her right, and crossed her right arm over and bowed at the waist. As she straightened and met his gaze again, [color=peru]“attendin’ a parr’y on such lov'ly groun's is nae trouble.”

[I]Flowers in mouth, check.[/I][/color] Not that she didn't mean it, mind ye.

Drake appeared and Stratya could not have possibly missed [color=f0e399]”they’re going to love us- [I]you[/I].”[/color] Mmm, mmhm. Mm[I]hm[/I]. [I]Mm[/I]hm. Of course, she vocalized nothing, deciding instead that it was good she brought booze. Maybe she’d dig into one of those - one loaf was gone already? W-wow..

[Color=peru]“A blessed day, indeed, Lorr' Edwarrds. The Gods see you, I think.”[/color]

The young man of the party greeted her and Duke Vikena and Count and Countess Damian before scuttling off to the gates to greet incoming guests. Stratya turned her own attention to the Count and Countess. She still had things she’d rehearsed up her sleeve, [color=peru]“Coun’ Damian, [i]yourr[/i] beau’iful esta’e is easily matched by y’ lovely wife. Coun-tess, you arre exquisi’, as always.”[/color]

Some of her servants she begrudgingly kept (she treats them very well, she's just not wholely comfortable with it yet) had overheard her rehearsals, to her dismay, and offered to help. Such sweet things.

They had their daughter with them? A devilish idea crept into her mind and, before she could stop herself, [Color=peru]"Aah, 'oo is this, now~,"[/color] she asked with interest and fascination, a stark contrast to a certain greeting she'd received just moments before. [Color=peru]"I don't believe I've 'ad t' pleasure. Cap'n Stratya Durmand."[/color] In the same stroke as her introduction, she answered the rude greeting she'd received. Though, now she rather wanted to escape.