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[sub][right][@Obscene Symphony][/right][/sub] 

[color=FF650E]“Why would he be making a comment on your decoration? They suit you quite well, in my opinion.”[/color] Clarissa spoke absently before she really heard what he said. [color=FF650E] “Oh yes, our savior stealing from… Jorah, that is absolutely disgusting. Please finish chewing before you speak.”[/color] She chastised him, nose wrinkling in disgust. She could ignore the vast majority of the irritating habits he found so dear but that one she couldn’t stomach. Who wanted to see mis-colored mash spilling out of someone’s mouth while they garbled through half formed sentences? No one, that’s who.

They were too far away from the table to hear the conversation as the room buzzed back to life but Clarissa couldn’t help the surprised rise of her brow as the heir to the Adrestian throne wandered to the Blue Lions table and then shortly took his leave. Goddess help her, she wished she could have heard whatever exchange led to that. She couldn’t imagine Prince Hersvelg merely stopped by to greet them and then return to his table. She certainly wouldn’t have. It would have been such a wonderful opportunity to connect with the other students and she’d only have stepped away if the other party was firmly disinterested in her conversation. 

[color=FF650E] “Now, I regaled you with the excitement of our time apart between class and now so it’s your turn. What mischief have you managed while I wasn’t around? I meant to wander the grounds more than I did but I was distracted with my room so I certainly hope your time was more enjoyable.”[/color] Clarissa sighed, mourning the missed opportunity.