[center][h1][color=00B764]Rosaria[/color][/h1] 
[img]https://i.imgur.com/Dei9rXc.png[/img] 
[color=#D4EFDF][color=00B764]Time:[/color] 2pm 
[color=00B764]Location:[/color] Dugmaghord
[color=00B764]Interactions:[/color] [@13org] Nuallán, [@FunnyGuy] Slick 
[color=00B764]Mentions:[/color] n/a
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[url=https://imgur.com/a/WkpMxPQ]Outfit[/url]
Tent 
Rope 
Potions
Great ax 
Desert Top
Palm Warmers
Dark Sight Glass
Rings of Disguises 
Bow and quiver of arrows
Enchanted Oasis Water x5
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/95/ee/4795ee6819a60c48bb1a31b752a1e9cb.jpg]Quartar horse - Sugar[/url]
Cleansers & hygiene products
Swords x2, unbreakable and returning enchantments
Location Senders - Connected to Annya, Mika, and her parents
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Rosaria listened to Nuallán and sighed. Trying to place herself in the world had been tough. At times she felt superior to others, yet others she felt inferior. It was incredibly awkward for her to interact with Avalians at times. He was right, she knew, but she didn’t want to think of others as less than her. For her, being born into the royal family granted her special privileges and access to magic, learning and defense that others did not. For that, she was grateful, and knew it bolstered her amongst her peers. She remained silent so she didn’t interrupt him. However, she did notice his rigidity and sought to soothe him. She turned and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, letting him know it was all right before turning back around. 

Unfortunately, Slick was feeling third wheeled and rightfully voiced his opinion. His words… took a different turn, and Rosaria nearly choked on air. He’d misunderstood what she had meant, but of course would have because he didn’t know Nuallán. Her cheeks flushed redder than the flames back at the camp. [color=00B764]”Oh my goodness, Slick that’s not - “[/color] Rosaria protested, but he’d transitioned into a gallop. Sighing, the princess clicked her tongue and gave a quick squeeze of her calf and the horse quickly caught up. This time though, she didn’t reply, as her mind was racing too much with the last interaction.

[color=00B764][i]They don’t call him Slick for nothing, that’s for sure…[/i][/color] [/color]