[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Central Hall (Just Outside The Starry Saloon)
[color=9F1946][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9F1946][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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blush waited with antic motions. Her hands all but going every which way. Her feet wished to move, but her body and mind told her to stay. She had to play it calm and collected. If they saw a crack in the facade, she would be broken. Never let them get to you. Wasn't that what she heard before? She had come to adopt it as a life motto.

Soon, the man returned and palmed her a bag and whispered delicately into her ear. She nodded swiftly her understanding. She wasn't sure if the man understood the true nature of it, but she would not say anything. [color=9F1946]"Petal, you have my eternal thanks."[/color] Soon, she opened the bag and palmed one of the morsels into it, into her gloved hand. She felt it roll around before she brought it to her mouth and ingested it, letting the bitter liquid take form down her throat. It provided all the relief she needed. She quickly closed the bag up and made motions to move back.

Until she heard a nearby cough and turned to face one of the guests she arrived with. She hadn't met this one yet. It was rather odd to come up to someone like that, in a precarious position. Almost rude. Blush waved her hand as if to say "Why wouldn't it be?" before responding. [color=9F1946]"Of course everything is fine! Just needed help and the sweet man here has aided me. But, pray tell, we have not been acquainted and I find it ever so rude to question someone before introductions have been made. Madame Blush, a pleasure."[/color]