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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Afternoon
[color=Black]Location[/color]: South beach, River Port 
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: Darius [@FunnyGuy]
[color=Black]Ambiance[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST_cPtDe3-c]Crashing waves[/url]
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Nur bit her lip trying not to laugh. The man collided with her parasol and he tumbled across the beach dramatically. You would almost think he'd been hit by something much heavier. Although he was going pretty fast, remarkably so, considering he'd been running in wet sand. Curious...

She shrugged, not thinking too much of it at the moment. She walked up to him. Luckily her parasol of death hadn't killed him or otherwise disfigured him, that would have been a real shame. Nur listened to him fumble with words, he even offered to buy her a new parasol. Well would you look at that. She was sure they were going to get along just great. Now to seal the deal. 

[color=Palevioletred]"I am so sorry, truly there is no need"[/color] Nur answered, declining his offer to buy her a new parasol. She despised that thing anyway, barely ever used it. It was a gift of some sort of noblewoman Haldir introduced her to. A judgmental old lady who never really liked Nur being with Haldir, taking every opportunity to subtly make that apparent. 

[color=Palevioletred]"Let me help you up.."[/color] She leaned in closer, wanting to offer him a hand, however her feet miraculously gave out from under her. Nur tumbled forward and landed with her hands on the mans chest. At this point she was supposed to retreat back and blush nervously, only she'd fallen a bit out of character. She looked up at him, right into his ruby red eyes. 
[color=Palevioletred]"I'm sorry, I have weak ankles"[/color] She smiled a cheeky smile, looking at his face. He had strong masculine features, unsual for an elf, a pronounced brow, full lips, deepset eyes. [i]Handsome[/i]
The waves crashed behind them, the breeze played with a strand of hair which had come loose from her braid. They were close enough that it could tickle his cheek. 

His name was Orland, the cousin of Darius. Why did he tell her the name of his cousin first? Presumably a famous elven poet, she'd never heard of. Another weird thing about him. He was probably lying. She got up and brushed some sand of her hands, and dress. Nur glanced over her shoulders, watching the guards with a pretend worried look on her features. She then turned to Orland, smiling at him. 
[color=Palevioletred]"My apologies for interrupting your afternoon stroll, I should be going now."[/color]

[i]Let's see if Orland would catch the bait.[/i]