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[indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/DO7Iw9h.jpg]Outfit[/url]
[color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] Sola 23rd, Late Morning
[color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Castle Gardens: Tea Party
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] [@Helo] Callum, [@Tae] Mina and Count Sebastian, [@princess] Anastasia
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Violet
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][color=ab274f][i]Does she know something?[/i][/color]

He’d seen the thinning of her lips; perhaps memories of her [i]attack[/i] haunted her, and she was attempting to repress them.

[color=ab274f]“I am well, and so is my family, thank you,”[/color] he replied. Yet, he didn’t intend to let her off the hook that easily. He [i]would[/i] have to try being gentle while still prodding her to find out what he could from her. [color=ab274f]“I would ask you the same, but alas…I do hope this event grants you some respite,”[/color] he said softly. [color=ab274f]“However,”[/color] his tone was low, as if soothing a wounded animal. [color=ab274f]“I believe you will be most at ease once your attackers have been dealt with. Do you know who did this to you?”[/color] he questioned.

Their conversation was briefly interrupted by the arrival of his youngest brother. Wulfric eyed him, feeling slightly apathetic as Callum made his spectacular entrance.

[color=ab274f][i]So much about that promise.[/i][/color]

But he had already known not to count on it. Callum had been retrieved late at night two days ago, beaten up. For some reason, he’d gone on to pick a fight. Now, he was, as per the usual, putting on his finely refined spoiled brat act, and making himself into as much of a nuisance as he could. 

The trumpet, the claimed epithet, the serving of cakes, all for their father to notice and be upset at. Ezra…Just for the hell of it, maybe? The tea party certainly didn’t need any more confectionery. The tables were already laden with various treats; scones with a selection of fillings, brightly coloured macarons, the finest bite-sized cakes, and several samples of lokum.

[color=ab274f][i]Have you ever thought that you make everything about him as much as he does?[/i][/color] Wulfric hoped his brother could feel the gaze burning into his back. They might need another chat.

Obviously, if this was what he resorted to just to annoy Edin, Callum needed something better to do.

Wulfric made a mental note of the idea, then locked eyes with the peasant baker. If nothing else, this ploy of Callum’s just might be enough for Edin to disregard Ezra. 

But then again, knowing their father…

One glance at Ezra proved the menace knew [i]exactly what he was doing[/i]. Wulfric narrowed his gaze at the man, but left him be for the moment.

His distraction had lasted for a few seconds at most, and he turned back to Violet.[color=ab274f] “I hope that did not startle you too badly,”[/color] he said, referring to the horrendous noise his brother had produced. [color=ab274f]“Callum’s idea of entertainment, I’m afraid,”[/color] he commented mildly by way of explanation.

[color=ab274f]“Shall we go take a seat?”[/color] He issued the invitation to Violet, then glanced at the nearby group. If Mina, her uncle, and Anastasia were done chatting to each other, he was including them too.[/color]