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[color=F4BC5E][b]Time:[/b][/color] 11:00am
[color=F4BC5E][b]Location:[/b][/color]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]★[/color] [@Lava Acklon] Farim [color=F4BC5E]★[/color] [@princess] Anastasia [/color]
[color=F4BC5E][b]Mention:[/b][/color]
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[color=silver]Layla grinned when Nahir slipped her arm through her’s. However, she’d noticed her sister visibly tense but hid the frown. Had she done something wrong? Pretending she hadn't seen, she nodded in agreement: the fire spitting and sword swallowing games were exhilarating. The games in the park were tame and foolish but despite it, they looked… delightful. The culture here was polar opposite. The crowd was having a blast though, and the screams of laughter and delighted echoed throughout the park. The food smelled delicious and the atmosphere was … pleasant, to her surprise.

However, a familiar voice reached their ears. She turned and found Farim, out of breath, being dragged by Princess Anastasia. Layla could see her sister biting back laughter and had difficulty doing so herself. Nonetheless, a smirk painted her face, though it wasn’t malicious. Layla bowed her head respectfully to both of them. Her gaze lingered on Farim and a softer smile was hidden underneath the smirk, only briefly being shown. His gesture this morning was not lost on her. 

Nahir spoke first, greeting both their cousin and then the princess. Layla’s smirk shifted into a frown as her brows furrowed. What happened this morning? Did it have anything to do with the party? She knew her siblings had attended but not her. Layla glanced at her sister and tilted her head to one side to show her confusion, but it was ever so slight that most people would miss it. However, Nahir waved her hand to dismiss the subject, so Layla didn’t follow up on it. Judging by the way Nahir spoke and eyed Anastasia, Layla could surmise she had taken the brunt of it. Whoever faced the wrath of Hafiz….

Thankfully, her sister changed the subject and interrupted her reverie. [color=F4BC5E]”Yes I do agree, Princess. What game do you recommend?”[/color] The change of her tone and body language were slight, but unnoticeable to those who did not know her. It was arrogant and sassy, as usual, but not as vicious.

[color=F4BC5E]”Cousin Farim, good to see you again.”[/color] Layla greeted and smiled softly. Her gaze snapped back to her sister as she added,  [color=F4BC5E]”Farim was nice enough to bring me food from the [i]Taste of Alidasht[/i] this morning. It was not the same, but I suppose they tried.”[/color] She grinned at him playfully now and offered her other arm to him. 

[color=F4BC5E]”Princess, we shall not leave you out.”[/color] Her voice held a strong conviction to it.[/color]