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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time:[/b][/color] 11:00am
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Princes’ Court > Festival At the Park 
[color=F4BC5E][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/2f/6b/782f6b798a05dc79c1e4b6724f125791.jpg]Her outfit & hair[/url]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Rodiak] Nahir
[color=F4BC5E][b]Mention:[/b][/color] [@Rodiak] Zarai [color=F4BC5E]★[/color] [@Inertia] Auguste [color=F4BC5E]★[/color] [@helo] Callum [color=F4BC5E]★[/color] [@SausagePat] Ruby [color=F4BC5E]★[/color][/color]
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[color=silver]After leaving the Princes Court, Layla glanced at the other princes and their prospective future wives. She noticed the odd-looking multi-colored peasant speaking with Callum on God only knew what; then the noblewoman covered in bruises speaking with Auguste. She paused to admire the lady’s hair, then turned away as she had better things to do than hang with the rabble. 

Layla briefly retired to her room to check if it’d been cleaned properly and was proud to find the maid wasn’t as stupid as she looked. There was chocolate waiting for her that she smirked at and quickly devoured. Layla then looked at the newspaper once more. Out of all the events, The Festival at the Park sounded decent. She wasn’t in the mood to hunt, nor watch an execution, despite how delightful they might be. Besides, the sun would be enriching for Zilal who’d been cooped up in the buildings. She changed into lighter clothing and pulled her hair out of her face. Next, she grabbed a parasol and spun it around gleefully before turning to her snake. [color=F4BC5E]”Fancy some sunlight, Zilal?”[/color] He flicked his tongue and began slithering  towards the door. Layla giggled and followed him out. 

[color=F4BC5E]”Ali!”[/color] She called, seeing the familiar tall and slender frame and dark hair of her favorite servant, Ali. He spun around and nodded to her, waiting for her orders. [color=F4BC5E]”We’re going to the Festival; fetch my palanquin will you?”[/color] He nodded and quickly left. When he returned, he escorted her out of the guest house and towards her palanquin where several servants waited. During the journey on her palanquin, Layla used a mirror to fix her hair to ensure it was perfect, while another servant fanned her. 

After arriving, Layla surveyed the scenery before her while Zilal wrapped himself back around her shoulders so he wasn’t lost. It was an odd sight, seeing all the tacky booths and hopeful workers vying for attention and money. The sweet, savory, and salty aromas piqued her interest, but she wasn't sure what to try first. Towards the back, she noticed the games and watched with curiosity. [color=F4BC5E][i]How interesting[/i][/color], she thought, watching the duck tank while people screamed with laughter and delight. There were a few people she would love to dunk… permanently. 

The amount of people here caused her stomach to churn. It was filled with rabble and nobles alike, something she disagreed with. Her gaze traveled to a trio near the bench and then away. What could she do here, she wondered? Could she let loose and be herself? Her gaze moved to her guards and Ali then let a thought die before it could form.

Layla continued walking forward when she noticed her dear sister, Nahir. A sigh of relief escaped her and she strode towards her purposefully. The crowd parted to make room for her which she admired. At least they had the sense to get out of her way! [color=F4BC5E]”Sister Nahir. What a delightful surprise.”[/color] Layla greeted and smiled genuinely at her. [color=F4BC5E]”This is quite different from home, isn’t it?”[/color] She offered her arm to her to link through if she wanted. [color=F4BC5E]”Shall we continue the festivities together?"[/color]
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