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[indent][indent][color=silver]The festival was coming to life, people pouring in through the entrance of Exodus, streams of different races trickling into the palace, the garden, the bars, and anywhere else they were permitted to enter. It was something magnificent to see such diversity in Exodus, in any Kingdom at that. For years and years the Kingdom's had been so closed off to one another, so prejudice. Exodus was known to be friendliest with Primfira, often trading with the Kingdom because it also had wealth. The less fortunate Kingdom's were often left in the cold, Earthica stuck as a middle man while Luthra sunk, its own people destroying it. Aamaya pitied the people of Luthra, she wondered how they could be so vile and careless, fighting one another like stray mutts. She couldn't fathom how someone could possibly survive in Luthra, the place was not only incredibly poor, but nearly as dangerous as Black Water itself. 

A soft sigh would escape the princess's lips, the drink in her hands rising to greet her mouth once more. The sound of a voice would catch Aamaya's attention, she averted her eyes from her glass to take in the image of a fiery haired woman, likely a Levonian. Hearing the Levonian's question, Aamaya would lower her glass once more, split tongue swiping across her top lip to rid it of any trace of her drink. [color=bc8dbf][i][b]"Mm, I suppose you could say that."[/b][/i][/color] She would reply to the rhetoric question thrown her way, a small smirk tugging at her features. [color=bc8dbf][i][b]"Earthica, yes? I am Aamaya, what is your name?"[/b][/i][/color] Her eyes would examine the Levonian girl's attire, scanning her from head to toe, a gentle and very short lived giggle following. [color=bc8dbf][i][b]"Your attire.. is very interesting. Most would dress to impress, but you dress for comfort. I like that."[/b][/i][/color] The princess would tilt her chin upwards, looking directly into the other woman's eyes now. She knew most people hated the appearance of Freyjan people, they were considered too vibrant, their attire loud and obnoxious. Their tongues and eyes taboo, serpentine, demonic even. Aamaya ignored the comments however, while she was very aware of her oddities, she found them to be unique and if anything were a welcomed addition rather than a nuisance. A dainty hand would reach towards the Levonian girl's face, bronzed fingers meeting fiery strands of hair. Aamaya would nod in approval, retracting her hand once she had fully admired the other woman's hair. [color=bc8dbf][b][i]"I have always been so intrigued by Levonian hair, it is as if someone lit ice ablaze. Contrasting beautifully against your people's pale complexions. Your skin is so youthful, do you bathe in blood?"[/i][/b][/color] The question was sincere, her eyes bright with a curious glimmer. She looked like a child, her proper casing receding for a moment while true and pure bewilderment took over. Aamaya had obviously seen other races before, but very rarely and never so close. Even tonight, as she conversed with others prior, she never talked for very long and was sure to be a good distance away. But now was different, she could really take in what the Levonian people looked like, it was amazing to her how unalike they were, yet how they emanated their own beauty.

Aamaya would clear her throat, blinking several times before averting her gaze after realizing she had drifted from her position as a stern and proper royal. The girl straightened up, chin returning to a slight upward tilt, her relaxed demeanor and posture no more. It was very clear the woman struggled within herself, almost battling two different identities on a constant basis. As if she desired another lifestyle or persona that was just out of her grasp. [color=bc8dbf][b][i]"My most sincere apologies, I've just realized you're the Princess of Earthica yes? My mind is cloudy, I am unfamiliar with such diversity, it must have slipped my mind completely... I hate to abandon this conversation so early, but I have somewhere I must be."[/i][/b][/color] Without another word, Aamaya would offer a small curtsy before excusing herself, trailing off into the palace before disappearing down one of the many halls. The girl would find her room, the door clicking shut behind her before she sat herself in front of the boudoir. A disgruntled huff would signify her annoyance in herself, disappointed in how easily she had drifted off in conversation, allowing herself to become much too comfortable.. She was made an easy target when she was comfortable, comfort meant you weren't aware enough.. She was to always be aware if she wanted to keep her title and life. Aamaya would gaze at her reflection, resting her chin atop her fist as she collected herself once more. She would have to be more careful, less friendly with these strangers. While she yearned to meet new people and make friends, she knew as a princess and future queen, she had to keep walls up.  
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