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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Dusk [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Overcast [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Room 4 Ivar[color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Kaspaan Mustaven [@Deja][/center]
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[color=fff79a][i]To my son, who refuses to speak to me,

	Here is your birthday gift my love, an outfit worthy for all your new festivities you'll be attending! They tell me you've made it to your second year at the Academy. And not a word from my summer angel whatsoever. Rude. How many families must have been at the graduation.. you must think me a fool young man. I would never do such a think to [b]my[/b] mother. Who you should be listening to by the way! I swear you take after him too much, this isn't just a gift bestowed to anyone! And write me back, don't leave your dearest to wither away. You were just too young to understand is all, perhaps even now. Trust your nobility, you you are of the bloodline of the brave me dearest, the heroes of the war Mustaven's nearly perished... I have to go now love, behave or I'll have Grune on you![/i][/color]
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The note hung forlornly on the desk next to Kaspaan's bed, crumbled and tattered from past ravages. Cigar wasn't to blame, no not ever, he hung on his customary perch like a beacon of wisdom for Kaspaan in such times. Yeah, the boy glanced over at the note, then his familiar, and back. Their glance were an unspoken conversation, of how his temper was to get the best of him and how the raptor disapproved. He stuck his frosty tongue out at his feathered friend, readjusting his new outfit as he did so. 

He might not like the current relationship he had with his mother, but she did have nice taste considering her current whereabouts. True, a bit [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/9b194564-3793-4e79-8298-ad284a2e2874.png]old fashioned[/url] but Kasp felt he could make it work as he shifted from shoulder to shoulder in the mirror that hung by his desk. Of course House attire must be present also, so he donned the fuchsia fixture on his next donating he was of Ivar and proud. It shone brightly on the dapper linen that was tonight's attire. The colors contrasted, but it did not both the rascal too much. What he really needed was a mask, and he knew just where to find one.

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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy,  [url=https://i.imgur.com/O3pDZjn.jpg]Main Ballroom[/url][color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Kaspaan Mustaven [@Deja]
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Why did he listen to Tess? This wasn't a great idea, but hey, free food right? Kasp shrugged, joining the more noble of class in the formative line that had assembled at the entrance to the ballroom. Perhaps he'd come across a familar face but he doubted it, most of his friends were fast asleep or doing something disciplinary/troublesome. He sighed with a snowflake whisp in the air, causing a student next to him to giggle. A small girl of stature by the look of it. She smiled and waved eyeing Kasp down, who mustered a grin and a stratch of his head before returning his gaze back to the entrance of the ball.  Who'd all made it here? Kaspaan 's emerald eyes started searching rabidly, he'd catch someone's gaze soon perhaps. In the meanwhile he thought, he'd need a disguise per custom. So he willed up a hefty few breaths, cupping his hands across his face as he did so. It looked rather melodramatic but the after effect was a thing icy mask across his eyes.

[color=8dc73f]"That should work, I wonder if I can cut ahead.."[/color] as he spoke he looked cautiously around for a familiar face.