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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 -> The Castle (interior)
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color]
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Violet
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]At Violet's joke that he had caught her on a bad day, Wulfric’s lips quirked into a smile. [color=ab274f]“I suppose I did, at that,”[/color] he agreed, gentle amusement colouring his tone. [color=ab274f]“Perhaps on a better day, we can revisit the banter,”[/color] he suggested. 

[color=ab274f]“Understandable,”[/color] he pitched in to her apology.

[color=ab274f][i]Not without its costs,[/i][/color] he mused silently. Was it only because he’d recently learned about magic that the word [i]costs[/i] reminded him of it? Though he’d ignored the strangeness of it as he conversed with Violet, when he’d first seen her, he had been struck by a terribly eerie possibility. Her changed appearance, demeanour, even her memories…He certainly noticed her mounting anger, her suddenly menacing tone, and the spike in bloodlust.

He could read the implication. 

So, she wanted revenge. [color=ab274f][i]Like father, like daughter.[/i][/color] If she did act on her own, as Calbert already had, that would be problematic. Hate and irrationality led to complications, and any resulting messes would be his to clear – as per the usual.

Then again, Violet had nothing to go off of at the moment. For now, whatever her intentions and desires, he didn’t expect her actions to be troublesome. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be proven wrong.

[color=ab274f]“Indeed, rest is paramount, especially after an injury.”[/color] It was still surprising to him she had managed as much as she had. By all rights, she should be bedbound at best. [color=ab274f]“I will attend the masquerade,”[/color] he affirmed. [color=ab274f]“Take care, Lady Violet. Until this evening.”[/color] He said his goodbye, and accompanied her to the carriage while her servant arranged what was needed for her departure.

Then, he made his rounds, and took the time to greet any nobles he had not yet, exchanging a few words with most guests.

His siblings were faring well from what he could see, though each was in the company of somewhat questionable individuals. He assured they would be watched by trusted guards, which he deemed a sufficient precaution.

He collected his weapons from the entry check point, and took an early leave from the Tea Party. The event was at its tail end, and he did not wish to engage anyone else in a longer conversation.[/color]