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Interactions: [@heartfillia] crystal, [@prosiac] kieran
Mentions: [@13org] mayet
Location: Pancake Central

Immediately, Priscilla slowed in pace to prevent a hard collision of momentum between the two ladies. The force would send both Crystal's bodyguards and Priscilla's outfit into a frenzy. Crystal's lower center of gravity has her essentially tackle Priscilla and her higher center of gravity. It's unwillingly that Priscilla slings her arms over the girl's shoulders to keep the BOTH of them from falling over. 

The girl is shaken violently now that she's in her grasp. [color=f6989d][b]"SSH! SSH SSH SHHH!"[/b][/color] Her lips spread into a tense, very unhappy smile that solidified her face to restrain her shock. She had hoped this hat would be enough to hide this unfortunate development. [color=f6989d][color=f6989d][b]"YOU TELL ME IT'S NOTICEABLE? Dear Lady Crystal! The reason that your deepest hopes and wishes were delayed until today is because of this hair! It does not make my head appear too round and boyish, does it?"[/b][/color][/color]

Oh, and her brother is here too. She had always been convinced she leeched all the presence from their mother's womb and left non for him during conception. Perhaps there were complete imbalances in what they had inherited-- resulting in the two children being unable to compromise between one painfully feeling their own emotions and judgments from others to an extreme, and one cut off from being able to thrive in this lifestyle at all. Maybe their genetic dilemma and childhood neglect were due to the stress of Sorian without any antidote given by being chosen by the Gods and being royal, being above the struggle of power. Priscilla thinks that she gets on fine, even if she could not find any way to thrive. She hopes that her brother could find such a place in this cursed society as well. 

Because then he could stop hanging around her and her friends---[color=f6989d][b]"Shut up Kieran, it's pants not panty-hose."[/b][/color] She stepped back to find her own footing once more and pull her hand to Kieran's shoulder.[color=f6989d][b]"Does he not look amazing? As a Lady not related to him and owing him no compliment," [/b][/color]she says this but she has never once complimented Kieran without meaning it,[color=f6989d][b]" What do you think? This season could be the one we witness my brother capture a partner once and for all?"[/b][/color] She then walks forward silently, to keep up the pace of the morning. There were six people in line for pancakes or waffles...one of the two, and Priscilla's palate was not fit for leftovers and old chocolate. It had been a couple of days since she had a meal that had a full, satisfying taste. This being a particularly eventful social season, she would not go on without flavorful but small breakfasts to keep her energy throughout the day!

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"Lady Crystal, have you met any of our guests from Alidasht? More importantly, did you hear of any foolhardy speeches my parents might have bombarded them with last night? I know a few names but I have been given a social disadvantage as per usual, how could I go and make a formal introduction? Woe is me! It weighs on my heart and my giant paperweight of a brother weighs on my arm away from the breakfast I have STILL gone without."[/color][/b]

....Perhaps she should get a large cat. In due time, realistically, there could be assassination attempts on her life and she should be prepared. Or a large wolf, she was always more fond of canines and their straightforward, unconditional affection. Her eyes flutter over the wave of her fun for a few seconds more with a cautionary curtsy in the woman's direction in case she looked back, then it does not deserve her gaze any more than the ground in front of her. If Priscilla tripped here she might as well trip off a cliff and pass.