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[color=C17ECE][b]Time[/b][/color]:1pm
[color=C17ECE][b]Location:[/b][/color]: The Horse Race
[color=C17ECE][b]Interaction:[/b][/color]: [@Blizz] Lyra
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Ruby was nested in her seat as the horse race carried on. After the familiar waffle stand guy was done announcing, the crowd was quick to begin shouting as well. At first this struck Ruby by surprise. This event was something completely new to Ruby and although she was attempting to appear well-acquainted, nervousness made its way in. She jerked in her seat, accidentally dropping the last bit of her corndog snack and it went flying into the air.  

The flying corn dog made its way to the front of the crowd and bounced off of a blonde woman’s head.  [color=C17ECE][i]You have got to be kidding me![/i][/color] Ruby thought. This was just her luck to look like a fool at such an upper-class festivity. She swiftly turned her head away and acted like nothing had happened.

She then glanced out at the race that had everyone in an uproar. Duke Lorenzo had begun calling the horses out by name as they sped by. She attempted to catch the interesting names of the runners, but it soon slipped out of her mind. One horse in particular did capture her attention, though. As the man called out, [color=C17ECE]“Empress Victoriaaaaaa!”[/color], Ruby clasped onto her hat with one hand and threw her other arm into the air. She had not even bet on any horse, but for some reason felt a surge of competition run through her.

[color=C17ECE]“Victoria, you go get ‘em! COME ON, ‘YA RASCAL!! DON’T LET THEM TAKE YOUR VICTORY!”[/color] She pointed at the horses surpassing hers. 

These beautiful creatures were enticing Ruby and she wished to have one of her own that she could ride away on. Maybe one day.

More names continued to be called, but Ruby now had other things on her mind. She remembered what she really came here for– to win the hat contest and become the most desired gal in town. She set her excitement for the race aside and began looking around at all of the wealthy townies’ hats. [color=C17ECE]“Pshh.. Who let these people dress themselves?”[/color] She quietly muttered in astoundment. No one could compare to her homemade, garbage-thrifted hat— that’s what she told herself anyway. 

It was her time to hunt people down and grab their attention. The race came to an end and the winner was announced. She looked around for a mind to impress. What better than to speak to the winner of the race herself? She noticed Lyra as she got off her horse and walked into the stands. Ruby shuffled her way through the noisy crowd, nearly hitting several people along the way. She tripped over someone’s foot in the crowd and launched forward, catching herself midway. 

[color=C17ECE]“Scuse me! Coming through!”[/color]

Hoping that Lyra didn’t see this display, she walked up to her in a scurry.

[color=C17ECE]“Hi! Congratulations! Your Tulip Queen Bitch slayer really stole the show. Amazing.”[/color] Ruby struck her with a big, awkward smile. She cringed at her own attempt to make a friend.