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[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 25th, 10 am
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Edwards Estate
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/FOg6BjE.jpeg]Officer’s Formal[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/PEMSUSV.jpeg]Family Dirk[/url] + [url=https://i.imgur.com/sS8bDBR.jpeg]Crest[/url]
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Ariella [@Tpartywithzombi]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color]

Hmm. Another, similarly pleasant, young lady. Must be the high-class upbringing. Of course, she’d only spoken to Lady Charlotte briefly, and only just met-

[I]Ariella.[/I]

Stratya did a fairly good job of hiding the flash of recognition as it crossed her face. Only have a slightly sharp inhale of mild surprise, which she blended into a deep, slow breath.

Defaced the King’s painting, apparently. Somehow, the Captain had a hard time being upset. If it had been the Queen’s, she’d probably be actually a little upset, but the King? She’d seen enough glimpses of what [i]that[/i] man was like to not care too much.

She’d just conveniently forget about that, for now.

[color=peru]“When I [I]do[/I] make tha’ brread, I’ll be surre ta send ya an ‘ole loaf. But, if you’d like to get a taste before tha’, there’s tha’ choc’l-,”[/color] she stopped suddenly, canted her head briefly, letting out an [color=peru]“hoo.”[/color] She took a moment and shook her head, [color=peru]“choc’la’e foun’ain - sorry, I.. I saw i’, I used i’, I [I]ate[/I] from i’, but only now tha’ I’m [i]sayin’[/i] i’ am I..”[/color] her body and head turned to look at the fountain again, [color=peru]“wooo, ‘choc’la’e foun’ain', ‘at’s lavish. [sub]If I don’t stop sayin’ it, it’ll stop soundin’ like words,[/sub]"[/color] Stratya slowly turned back to her new acquaintance, [color=peru]"every once in a while, i’s like I go back ta bein’ a wee lass from ‘t village. Like my eyes ‘ave gone back to what they were before an’ I see things like I would ‘ave then. Y’ken me meanin’?”[/color]

Having been about to take another sip, Stratya stopped and assessed herself; feeling a bit buzzed already, and the drink was only half gone, [color=peru]“‘is drink’s pret’y strong for t’ taste. Think I’ll change off i’ for t’ momen’.”[/color] Stratya caught the attention of a nearby servant as she set the cocktail glass down a short distance separate from herself, but still in front of her seat. She glanced at the place that had previously been an argument as the servant approached, “[color=peru]would you break out t’ mead I brough’? The Durmand mead, aye, aye. Let’s..”[/color] another short glance over, [color=peru]“let’s ‘ave a tastin’ wit’ everyone to set’le things down, shall we? Make a wee birt’day trea’ ou’ o’ it, ‘ere a’ t’ par’y.”[/color] If she could get tasting notes from some of the guests, or critiques, her brother would be over the moon.

The servant, having listened intently to decipher the Captain's accent, bustled off, and Stratya turned back to Ariella, leaning in to admire the other. [color=peru]“I love your hair, by t’ way,”[/color] the first part of the sentence was delivered with a deliberate pronunciation rooted in honesty, [color=peru]“like a campfire, i’ is, warm and invitin’. Have y’ been? Campin’.”[/color]