[right][h3][b][i][color=9F1946]Debutante Blush[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=9F1946]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=9F1946][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Second Floor Stair Landing (Going Up)
[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 recollected the time that a chair blew up into the sky, sufficiently ending the life of the person sat upon it. Surely a spectacle like that would not happen twice in an evening. Right? Perhaps she would check her chair upon finding one, just to be on the safe side. [color=9F1946]“Yes, today’s events have been rife with intrigue. Curious that it all happens on tonight of all nights. But I digress, do lead the way dear heart. All of this walking up and down these stairs have left me quite famished.”[/color]

She had not had much to eat, admittedly, as she was more interested in the house itself, but it stood to reason she could eat a horse if it was served properly in front of her, perhaps with some mint jam and toast points. She followed Maestro closely, though she had been around here before. Did he know that though? She dared not ask. Better to play the role of the unknowledgeable. As far as anyone knew, she merely walked up the stairs to freshen herself up for dinner.

Then she was reminded she would be dining with the others she came with. While some had sparked a certain interest, some of the others seemed dull. Perhaps she would find one of the ones that piqued her and enjoy their company. That would make recent events seem like distant memories. Though she had to admit, this was all starting to be too coincidental. Maybe she would be on her guard now.