[h3]Parthenia Harland Ciran[/h3][i]of House Ciran[/i]

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With how many of her fellow peers that had dogpiled the teasing onto Sherry, it hadn’t been a surprise that the sum of it met with a rather frosty reaction from the Galbian princess. For just a moment, Parthenia had almost felt bad for the –mostly—good natured ribbing that she herself had dished out onto her friend, before she mentally corrected herself. A proper princess would just let it all wash over her, so wasn’t this just good training for the fledgling royal? Parthenia herself had endured far worse from the lovable creatures that were her siblings. Nonetheless, she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes as the princess took her frustrations out on the only person here that she could—the scion of the Raveleths. Yet just as quickly, that anger faded away as her attention was taken by a young wyvern, of all things. 

Personally, Parthenia thought the pegasus was the more splendid of the two popular winged creatures.

She had to bite back the quip that had risen to her mind at Sherry’s lack of filter. Poor Roland…

Ever in search of entertainment, her attention drifted to an overheard conversation. It was between the heir of Sylmare and that girl that she had failed to recognize. That still frustrated her; from the way she acted and spoke, she lacked proper education in etiquette, yet she swore she had met her before in polite company. What caught her attention this time, though, was the nonsense that Leonid Sylmare was talking. She liked the spunk of the other girl, though.

As a fellow connoisseur of stirring shit, Parthenia felt obligated to meddle, and not to Leonid’s favor. [b]“Slacking in your floral arrangement classes are you, Leonid? Well, I suppose boys don’t do floral arrangement,”[/b] she said in a musing tone as she butt in. [b]“[i]Perhaps[/i] the Lychnis senno could be considered vermillion, but right you are, it [i]is[/i] a delicacy for men around these parts. In fact, it’s even a custom in Ciran –and Irinduil— that a man of proper breeding should accept and partake of such a floral gift when offered.”[/b] She paused, her tone darkening to forestall any escape. [b]“It would be a prodigious insult to decline.”[/b]

She smiled as she looked at Leonid expectantly. Most of it was true, too. Declining any flower from a fair maiden would be an insult anywhere, but she’d stressed the consumption definition of partake, and Parthenia would love to see his face once he ate the flower. It was a treat for wyverns and pegasi, but she heard from her family’s trainers that the flower was awfully bitter to humans and could sometimes cause indigestion… 

Regardless of the outcome, she turned to the blue-haired girl and made an introduction. [b]“Parthenia, of Ciran. Apologies for my rudeness, but have we been acquainted? I recall we may have met previously, but I can’t remember a time or place.”[/b]