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[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 23rd, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] The Masquerade
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Zarai [@Rodiak]
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[color=Peru][url=https://i.imgur.com/qc4Q1sY.jpeg]Mask[/url] & [url=https://i.imgur.com/nP2Ilq2.png]Masquerade[/url]
(Note: pants)[/color][/center]

The young lady that had been sent to entertain her was charming, but there was something hollow to her. The half of her that was dedicated to following her current order of “attend a party” quickly subdued that thought, while the charming young country girl stepped forward to enjoy the event and lavish in the attention. It was such a novel thing, to have had someone sent to occupy her. Even if the circumstances were somewhat suspicious, she’d gotten her fife back, so her personal interest in that matter was at an end.

Her latest accompaniment explained the game she'd had in mind and they were off. Never Have I Ever? Was that a common game in the capital? She was more used to drinking rhymes and more physical games. Luckily for her, the first round was easy to suss out the rules. As most of the men drank, but fewer women, she supposed that she would be drinking for having swung a sword.

Sparring? Aye, she sparred pretty regularly with some of the other knights. She usually did it to teach those she thought she could help improve, so after the next round (which she also drank for kissing), she'd had a thought ready.

“[color=peru]O~oh, shall I? Alrigh’y,[/color]” Stratya smiled coyly under the playful gaze. “[color=peru]Never ‘ave I evur,[/color]” she paused to consider it, continuing thoughtfully, “[color=peru]lost a spar.. Oooh, ack, ney, ‘at's a lie. Haaa haha.[/color]” She'd neglected to count all the spars she'd lost to her father, growing up, which.. technically count. She took a sip for her lie. She'd probably lost other times, too, honestly. She distinctly remembered never losing to anyone else in her village, at least. “[color=peru]Even if i’ was m’trainin’ as a lass, I still lost. Le’s see, never ‘ave I evur..[/color]”

A glass shattered somewhere, but it wasn't in the immediate area. Never had it been so hard to ignore her usual inquisitive duties. Her attention snapped to its direction, but she slowly pulled herself away from her professional curiosity to come back to the party at hand. The thought in her mind completed as she did, “[color=peru]broken a glahss..[/color]” she'd said it rather absentmindedly, before her attention returned in full. “[color=peru]Ah, er, never ‘ave evur I burned anythin’ to a crisp, cookin’ it.[/color]” Actually, that seemed somewhat likely. How many people here actually cooked, themselves?