[indent][indent][indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/APBPtSU.png[/img] [/right] [/cell][cell] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [sup][h2][center] [color=BLACK][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color] [color=904342][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color][center][sub][sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/33/cf/84/33cf848e5371e0f81d09f73fbff972ca.jpg][i][sub]♖ o u t f i t ♖[/sub][/i][/url] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]P A R K O F S O R I A N , 1 1 : 0 0[/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S : [@Lava Alckon][@princess][@Potter][/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]M E N T I O N S :[/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [/cell][/row][/table] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/yizZnOk.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][color=gray] Nahir had stopped to look at a tall man, dark and muscled, pick up a large sledgehammer and swinging it above his head before hitting with the force of a bull straight down to a metallic contraption under him. A loud [i]DING![/i] ran throughout the crowd and soon after they began to cheer for him. [color=428f90]"That game seems like fun."[/color] Ece hummed, watching as a giant stuffed bear was handed to him. [color=904342]"I don’t doubt that,"[/color] Nahir replied, unsure which was more interesting. The game itself or the hunk of a man. Her amber eyes traced over the curves of his back, tracking every muscle as he turned around and their eyes met. Surprised, the man smiled at her and waved with a toothy grin. Nahir lifted her chin, giving him one last look over before turning on her heels and continuing down the row of stands. Behind her, Nahir heard Ece snicker. [color=F4BC5E]”Sister Nahir. What a delightful surprise.”[/color] Nahir turned to look at the voice's source, her shoulders tensing under the emerald shawl that covered them. [color=F4BC5E]”This is quite different from home, isn’t it?”[/color] A smile found its way to her lips, slipping her arm through Layla’s and hooking them with ease. She had not expected to see Layla at the festival, but it was a pleasant surprise. Not to mention, Nahir required some sister bonding time to gossip and ask for advice. [color=904342]"It’s a welcomed change; I quite like it actually. It’s just missing fire-spitting and sword-swallowing acrobats.”[/color] Nahir always loved those. The thrill and danger that hung around the performers always excited her, filling her with anticipation that something might go wrong. [color=904342]"Let's. Should we try a few of the games around? Some look interesting."[/color] She said before she caught sight of two familiar faces approaching them. Their cousin Farim and Princess Anastasia joined them. Nahir tried not to laugh at their cousin’s hasty greeting. He looked panicked, nervous, and a bit out of breath. It reminded her of all the times they played as children, chasing each other through the main palace halls, servants at their heels, trying to stop them from accidentally falling. [color=904342]"[i]Asalamu alaykum[/i], dear cousin."[/color] She greeted him before turning to greet the princess. [color=904342]"[i]Asalamu alaykum[/i] princess. It is nice to meet you face to face, finally. I hope you feel better after this morning’s little scene."[/color] Nahir looked at Anastasia, offering a small sympathetic smile. [color=904342]"I would like to apologize for my uncle’s words. The man can get… emotional and a tad irrational when his family is threatened. Still, there was no need for such a show from him."[/color] She waved her hand, quickly dismissing that subject away. No need to sour their mood with the subject of impulsive and senseless men whose only solution to everything was violence. [color=904342]"Shall we enjoy today’s festivities?"[/color] Her free hand motioned to their surroundings. [color=904342]"Princess Anastasia has prizes to win for us."[/color] [/color][/indent][/indent]