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[b][center] — The Imperial Courtyard, The Conclave —[/center][/b][b][center]— 6th Day of Summer —[/center][/b]
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[b]"Some people I am not,"[/b] was the reply she received. [b]"I wouldn’t quite say I am quite accustomed to it. However, I feel moping about the weather is so… without point. Wouldn’t you think it more pertinent to lament about the beautiful prison we have been sentenced to?"[/b]

Nebetah's eyebrow rose ever so slightly, and her eyes widened a noticeable bit. The thought of the Conclave being a 'beautiful prison' had never crossed her mind before. It was a rather morbid interpretation of this praised place of study where only the people of the highest of social standings could attend, but this opinion somehow intrigued her; a complete opposition to her father's thoughts on how the Conclave, despite the circumstances as to why he had sent Nebetah and her sister there, was an opportunity for nobles like his daughters to receive education incomparable to the lessons taught from home.

[color=Darkgoldenrod][b]"A beautiful prison, you say?"[/b][/color] she answered in a gentle tone. [color=Darkgoldenrod][b]"An interesting interpretation, most definitely one I've never even considered before. Though, I wouldn't be one to actually lament over being sentenced to this academy; as of now, anyways. If there are consequences that I am now entitled to face, I guess only time will tell if I regret attending the Conclave by sheer will."[/b][/color]

It seemed after those long replies that the two noticed it was about time they switched over to formal introductions. The prince that stood before her was the first one to speak up.

[b]“My apologies, m’lady, I should have introduced myself before beginning to ramble. I am Prince Ydrian Kareth of House Hawkhart, the Lords of Kalcia and protectors of the River Edenbridge. If I may be so bold, may I make your acquaintance?”[/b]

[color=Darkgoldenrod][b]"Your apology is equally returned, Ydrian,"[/b][/color] Nebetah began. [color=Darkgoldenrod][b]"I myself have a tendency of upholding a conversation, though I will say it is highly dependent on the subject matter. But that aside."[/b][/color]

Concluding her own lengthy introduction with a small smile, she finally spoke out her own name.

[color=Darkgoldenrod][b]"Princess Nebetah Hahra. And yes, I have no qualms in rejecting your offer."[/b][/color]

She noticed from the corner of her eye that another person had made an appearance in the courtyard; again, not someone Nebetah had fully recognised yet. Turning her head slightly she would wave to the blonde haired girl, making sure that, with a friendly smile on her face, that the noble standing a few metres away wouldn't be at all shy to strike up a conversation if they wished.