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[color=9AF781]Time: Morning, around 10am
Location: From outside Danrose Palace, to the washroom, and to the Shooting Range
Mentions: Riona [@JJ Doe], Princess Sadie [@Potter], Verrick [@Aerandir], Thea [@Tae][/color]

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[color=9AF781][i]Would ya look at that?[/i][/color]

It seemed Riona was entirely capable of proper behavior, today, it seemed, was just irritate Leo day for no reason that he could see other than their paths had crossed at the wrong moment. 

Verrick’s foul presence was only a further aggravation. [color=9AF781][i]The nerve, to hang around my family, after the stunt he pulled.[/i][/color] Thea and his mother might be willing to forget how Verrick had thrown the now missing Duke through a window, but Leo would never let a slight against any of his family go. 

[color=2B822F]“I’m surprised you believe a little mud is going to ruin your day.”[/color] Verrick went about running his mouth as if his very presence wasn’t insulting enough. [color=2B822F] “And I thought you were an outdoorsman.” [/color]

Leo extended nothing but an eye roll in the Woodsman’s direction. [color=9AF781][i]Time and place for it, you’d think you know that, smug bastard.[/i][/color] His jaw only tightened, it wouldn’t do to outright insult the princess’s bodyguard in front of her. He didn’t trust his temper enough to keep his tongue civil. 

Thankfully, Princess Sadie dismissed him, and Leo wasted no time hanging around. 

The Gossamer was no longer an option, the servant had managed to sully his shoes, hand, and more than likely his clothing following the unfortunate forced hugging incident. There was no time for a full and proper bathing before breakfast and he could not show up at The Gossamer with the slightest bit of his attire out of place.

He was a reflection of Stravy, and he would not be seen as some sort of half-civilized podunk nobleman. But that was fine, Leo was adaptable, and an archery competition was just as good as a fine breakfast. 

Better even, a bit of competition and sunlight out near a peaceful park. It would clear his head up and a bit of dirt wouldn’t be out of place there. 

First, he headed to the washroom to rid himself of the most obvious reminders of this encounter.  He scrubbed furiously at his hands, then shoes, tried to remove any traces from his clothing, then his hands again. 

He focused on letting it go, one unpleasant encounter would not ruin the day. And it was going to be a good day. Archery competition, an excellent start, plenty of competitions to watch or take part in after that as well. Sorian excelled at providing entertainment. 

He made sure he was calm and presentable before leaving the washroom. He reminded himself why he was here, despite everything happening within his family, to show the world that Stravy was strong, that Smithwoods were strong, and even under pressure, they did not break. 

He caught a carriage to the shooting range and entered his name for the competition. His day was already feeling brighter, outside in the fresh air, warm rays beating down, and a soothing banjo being strummed nearby. He spotted Thea, almost impossible not to in a dress brighter than an oriole, and noted she, at least, seemed well today. 

But the competition was set to begin soon, which left little time for a chat, so he used any remaining time before it started to warm and become acquainted with the provided bow. [/color]