[center][h1][b][abbr=1.) a state of disorder or disrepair; broken 2.) peaceful ruler]◆◆◆◆[color=9354FF]◆[/color][/abbr][color=9354FF] "△△△" [/color][abbr=1.) son of Hendrick 2.) ruler of the home; estate ruler 3.) lord’s manor]◆◆◆◆◆◆[/abbr][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color]Evening
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Sorian Park
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s):[/color] Major General Lyra Carris [@Blizz]; Dr. [s]John[/s] [i]James[/i] Williamson [@Conscripts]; Lord Roman Ravenwood [@ReusableSword]; Lady Violet Damien [@Tpartywithzombi]; Sir Mathias Larsen/Lukas Larsen/Ms. Mary [@Rodiak][/center]
A peculiar sensation tugged at the very essence of △△△’s being as his gaze collided with the woman with striking crimson eyes. At first, she paid him little mind, her attention consumed by Lady Damien, relegating △△△ to the periphery of her awareness. He would have remained an inconsequential figure had her focus not momentarily shifted. 

Indifference dissolved into a dawning realization. Recognition danced with emotions he struggled to decipher in the depths of those red eyes. Though, it could have been a figment of his imagination. After all, he could not recall ever encountering this woman before. No matter how deep his mind groped for memories, he found no traces of her. Yet, there was an undeniable familiarity in the way she regarded him.

When △△△ failed to mirror her expression, the woman’s eyes burrowed deeper into him, searching, questioning. 

On any other day, he would have offered a proper introduction to dispel any uncertainties. Unfortunately, since this was the one thing △△△ could not do without someone’s aid, he had no choice but to substitute the introduction with a friendly smile and a graceful bow.

[color=5486ae]"Oh yeah, now that we're both here, Lord Ravenwood. Is it alright if I can see you later tonight? There's something I want to discuss with you."[/color]

Dr. Williamson’s words drew △△△’s attention. The good doctor appeared markedly less inclined to conceal his suspicions of △△△, a departure from the guarded countenance he had worn during their last conversation at the Vikena Estate. Given the circumstances, △△△ understood his apprehension.

[color=9354FF]“What a coincidence! I too have something I wish to discuss with you, Lord Ravenwood. Could you spare me a moment of your time later as well? But for now…”[/color] He faced both Lord Ravenwood and Lady Damien. [color=9354FF]“Enjoy your time together.”[/color] △△△’s voice dropped a few octaves as he placed his hand over his heart. [color=9354FF]“Truly.”[/color]

Leaving the two nobles, the count trailed behind Dr. Williamson, ever mindful of his steps or breaching the bounds of the doctor’s line of sight. △△△ positioned himself in the man's shadow, then waved at the onlookers who noticed him. A finger pressed against his lips, silently asking them not to alert Dr. Williamson of his presence. 

While the adults graciously complied, young Lukas bubbled with irrepressible giddiness. His smile spanned from one ear to the other, glee sparkled in his eyes. The boy’s restless form betrayed his eagerness to pounce △△△ as soon as the opportunity presented itself.