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[color=lightgray][color=E77298]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=E77298]Location:[/color] Church of Sorian
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/2a38zwH.png]Dress[/url], [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSzLtit.png]Flats, Crown and Earrings[/url]
[color=E77298]Interaction:[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Farim
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As the door swung open, revealing Farim in his loosely tied robe, Anastasia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. Her eyes swept appreciatively up and down his figure, a sparkle of amusement dancing in her gaze. She stepped closer and reached out. Her fingers then grazed the side of his robe with a curious touch, exploring the texture before he hastened to tie it securely. [color=E77298]“Starting the day on a bold note, I see, handsome,”[/color] she teased in a light tone.

When he moved in for a hug, she wrapped her arms around him warmly and tightly. As he shared his concerns about her recent misadventure, Anastasia seemed thoughtful, her brow furrowing slightly as she pondered his question. Just then, Thara’s caw cut through the moment, and her demeanor softened once more as she turned to pet the falcon with a gentle hand.

Once Farim was ready to go, they made their way to the carriage. As they settled inside, the rhythmic clatter of horseshoes against the cobblestone filled the air and Anastasia’s demeanor almost immediately shifted to one of theatrical drama. [color=E77298]“You won’t believe it, Farim,”[/color] she exclaimed, her hands gesturing wildly as she leaned into the story. [color=E77298]“I was wandering through the woods, looking for you actually, when suddenly this man in a long coat appeared out of nowhere! And then—WHAM!”[/color] She clapped her hands together for emphasis and though completely unnecessary, she threw her body back against the seat, then looked at him once more, [color=E77298]“Everything went black... I’m telling you, it’s got to be the mafia after me. They’ve found me at last! I knew they were obsessed with me.” [/color] 

Her tone was dramatically serious, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement. Bringing her hands to her cheeks, she playfully squished them, adding with a cheeky grin, [color=E77298] "It's because I'm pretty isn't it!?"[/color]

As the carriage halted at the church, Anastasia stepped out with a natural grace that instantly drew every eye towards her. The whispers began almost immediately as the door swung open. With her entrance, the subtle murmur of the crowd crescendoed into a mix of hushed and excited whispering. She acknowledged the attention with an ear-to-ear smile and wave, her ears catching snippets of the crowd's chatter—phrases like "the Princess," "the Shehzade," floated around, interspersed with excited queries of "Where's Prince Wulfric?" from a cluster of eager young women nearby. 

Anastasia’s attention was immediately captured by the grandeur around them. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she surveyed the gathering, her energy seemingly boundless. She didn't hesitate when Farim posed his question, and pointed towards Count Landon and Count Calbert, seated near the front. [color=E77298] “There’s Count Landon and Calby. Let’s sit near them—I want to play with his [i]cute little chickens[/i]!”[/color] Farim would be able to follow her gaze to Count Landon's two children. 

[color=E77298] “And I want a good view for when my father arrives,”[/color] she added, tugging at Farim’s arm as she directed them toward the front. [color=E77298]“He always knows how to put on a good show.” [/color] 
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