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[color=a187be]Time:[/color] [b]Evening[/b]
[color=a187be]Location:[/color] Damien Balolroom
[color=a187be]Attire:[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/UAvP9l7.png]Dress[/url], [url=i.imgur.com/gqZOtUL.png]Mask[/url]
[color=a187be]Mention:[/color][@Silverpaw] Wulfric [@PapaOso] Cassius
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[color=ab274f]“If you do not push me, I will have no need to retaliate.”[/color]

The woman draped in red had been weaving through the crowd, though positioned close to her son with strategic purpose. A mask, an intricate tapestry of roses and thorns, veiled her features as she moved with grace through the ballroom. Her straight brown hair framed her face with not a strand out of place.  Her gown, a deep red adorned with black lining, bore wings reminiscent of a dragon, matching the silent power she emanated. She had been careful to not wear anything that would set her apart from the crowd, as she sought to remain within the shadows of the gathering while projecting a subtle presence.

Wulfric's voice briefly snagged her attention, pulling her sharp gaze momentarily. Still, she turned away, keeping her back to the unfolding scene.

[color=LightSteelBlue]“No retaliation necessary, your highness. We are all here to have a fun evening, after all. It was lovely to meet you, Prince Wulfric. I look forward to our next little talk...Oh…and speaking of lovely…tell my Annie I said hello. It was such a pleasure [i]getting to know her[/i] the other night.”[/color] A scowl etched across Alibeth's concealed countenance. Her red lips visibly tightened into a thin line.

[color=a187be][i]How that girl could hold such consistency in her taste of poor company escapes me... Nonetheless, it is unacceptable for Wulfric to be spoken to in such a manner.[/i][/color] 

As Wulfric engaged in conversation with Captain Stratya Durmand, a scenario that found favor in Alibeth's discerning eyes, her attention shifted but did not waver entirely. The interaction was less alarming, and she granted it only a portion of her focus. Her gaze remained locked on the man with the silver locks entwined in his dark hair as Count Calbert Damien approached him. Her eyes simply narrowed as she considered the possibilities of that situation. When Captain Stratya eventually departed, leaving Wulfric alone, Alibeth closed the distance with purpose. She delicately placed a hand on Wulfric's forearm, her touch delicate despite her stern tone as she whispered in his ear, [color=a187be] "From here on, disrespect, especially purposeful disrespect toward you and your siblings, will not be tolerated."[/color]



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