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[color=1E90FF][b]Time[/b]: Late Morning[/color]
[color=1E90FF][b]Interactions[/b]: [@Conscripts] Dr.John; [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella; [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo; [@Lava Alckon] Farim; [@ReusableSword] Roman; [@Potter] Olivia; [@princess] Charlotte [/color]
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Roughspun, blue trousers
A shoulder belt and waist belt carrying his equipment
Two swords and two pistols, one on either side
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A light flush crept up Sjan-dehk’s cheeks when the pale girl complimented his appearance. It wasn’t out of embarrassment so much as it was out of surprise. That was the last thing he had been expecting after he so rudely interrupted her conversation. Though if he had to be honest, he still wasn’t quite used to hearing good things about him outside of his martial and sailing skills. Even if just the previous day, Kalliope gave him enough such compliments to last him a year. Perhaps two or three, if his memory retained them well. 

For a moment, he wondered what she was up to. And for a moment after that, he found himself strangely looking forward to the ball – or whatever the locals called it – later. Formal events rarely sat well with him, but this particular one? He felt as if evening couldn’t come soon enough.

In the space of a blink that took a touch longer than the rest, he pushed those thoughts aside. Wondering about the evening’s events while it was still morning was just silly. All he had to do later was just meet with Kalliope and attend the ball. Nothing that needed much forethought or planning. And if by then he was still curious about her day, he could just ask her and find out. Not that her affairs were any of his business. Not in the least. 

[color=1E90FF][i]“Thank you,”[/i][/color] he said with a bow of his head to the girl. [color=1E90FF][i]“You look…”[/i][/color] He trailed off as he cast his mind back to yesterday, specifically a lesson he had learned early on. [color=1E90FF][i]“You look pri-pretty.”[/i][/color] The words tumbled from his mouth and likely didn’t sound as good as he would have liked, but he meant them. Looking at the girl’s dainty face, pale complexion, and flowing hair, Sjan-dehk couldn’t help but be reminded of his youngest sister, to whom he was closest to out of everyone in his family. He even had to tell himself that she wasn’t, in fact, his sister, and thus he had to act accordingly.

Right then, a familiar face appeared. It was the blacksmith from two days ago. Sjan-dehk took a moment to recall his name before nodding towards him and saying, [color=1E90FF][i]“Good morning, Roman.”[/i][/color] It was a shame that Sjan-dehk didn’t have the things he wanted to give to the man with him, but he supposed that there was always next time. Roman’s favour with the coin had not been forgotten. 

Everyone else seemed to know each other, and being the outsider, Sjan-dehk almost quietly backed away to disappear into the crowd. But he didn’t. Instead, he simply stood and watched as the pale girl rushed off towards her friends to ask them what they wanted in their drinks. 

A gentle smile came over Sjan-dehk’s face. His sister was similar in that regard, always thinking about the needs and wants of others. According to his brothers, she took it upon herself to keep his rooms neat and tidy even when he was expected to be at sea for months at a time, and she was usually the one to remind their father – and everyone else at court, for that matter – of the plight and troubles of their peoples during discussions of war and whatnot. If every one of his siblings represented an aspect of the Wasun clan, then Sjan-dehk was more than certain that their youngest sister was its heart. 

So caught up in the moment and in his mind was he that he merely nodded and followed the group to get their drinks when the girl returned. Before he knew it, he was walking with them back to a blanket laid out on the sand, a thick juice – the locals called it a smoothie, as he found out – of fruits that looked the most familiar to him at the stall. The proprietor had told him their names, but he had either failed to catch them, or he just failed to understand them. It didn’t matter; fruits were fruits, and unless he had the misfortune of choosing something akin to a bitter gourd, then he was confident that this smoothie would be, at the very least, refreshing, and that was all that he wanted. 

The girl invited him to sit, but Sjan-dehk chose to remain standing. His weapons made sitting down a noisy affair, and he still had some strength left in his legs. Only when she introduced her companions, and asked for his name, did he finally realise that he had failed to properly introduce himself. With a crimson flush on his cheeks, he pressed a hand to his chest and bowed his head to each person in turn. [color=1E90FF][i]“My apologies,”[/i][/color] he said upon straightening himself. [color=1E90FF][i]“I am Wasun Sjan-dehk. Captain of–”[/i][/color] he pointed to his Sada Kurau, her hull and sails plainly visible from the beach [color=1E90FF][i]“[/i]Sada Kurau[i]. Also Fourth Lesser Marquis of Jafi, of Viserjanta”[/i][/color]

He looked at the unfamiliar faces. [color=1E90FF][i]“I ah…Roman, I saw the other day.”[/i][/color] He nodded to the man. [color=1E90FF][i]“But the rest of you, I do not know. Can…No, that is not right, yes? May I know who you are?”[/i][/color]