[h2][center][b][color=red]Let the Dance Begin.[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[right][sub]Interacting with: [@trainerblue192][@Obscene Symphony][/sub][/right] 

As everyone settled, Isadora took her place behind the Queen with her hands neatly behind behind her. Another servant came out with a tray of boxes and the Queen inspected each one, opening them and lifting cutlery out one at a time for a while. A tiny smile ghosted over Lady Sinnenodel’s lips. 

[color=MistyRose]“While Anastasia selects our dinnerware, why don’t we make introductions?”[/color] the blindfolded mage spoke. She looked directly at Salem and considered him a moment. [color=MistyRose]“Salem Spellman, son of Salem Spellman and Alice Spellman, age 21, plant affinity. We spent a few hours looking into you before arrival. Owner and operator of Magi Care, a free clinic offering a variety of magical services. Your family, and its ambition, is commendable for mages. We are curious as to the nature of your income for the clinic.”[/color] She looked at Aaron next.

[color=MistyRose]“Aaron Starag of the vaulted line Starag, age 20, light affinity. Close to Landar’s affinity but a touch off, hm? Excels in swordsmanship and etiquette. Little exposure to the outside world until now.”[/color] She cocked her head slightly. [color=MistyRose]“And how do you find the outside world, Mr. Starag? We are quite interested in your view so far.”[/color]

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[h2][center][b]Collision Course[/b][/center][/h2]
[sub][right]Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/right][/sub]

The girl watched Maxwell threaten the poor boy, unimpressed. She reached out a plucked in Max’s direction. His skin heated momentarily and then returned to normal. The other mage seemed to vanish away in the middle of stuttering out a hasity apology. 

[color=steelblue]“How about not being a dick next time? It's all the rage these days.”[/color] The girl drawled as she adjusted her bag and headed away. [color=steelblue]“Have a nice night.”[/color]