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[color=#D8BFD8]Skills:[/color] N/A 
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Rhiannon finished the meal and set their napkin aside before leaning back in the seat with their glass of wine in hand. All of the patrons seemed to be having conversations here and there, getting to know one another. Rhiannon listened in, preferring to get their information this way. The consensus of the room, as far as they could tell, was that no one knew about this award before tonight or who nominated them.

Rhiannon tapped their finger on the outside of the glass, growing restless from sitting. It wasn't often Rhiannon found themselves in formal settings like this. Dinners consisted of them eating in the studio or running around the apartment doing a million other things at the same time. Rhiannon smiled, thinking about how they might prefer that chaos to this. There was something too secretive about this whole event that seemed less appealing than it did when they got the letter in the mail.

At the time, all Rhiannon wanted was some recognition, some proof that the pain of competing and putting their career above everything else was all worth it. But someone here knew something about them that they weren't supposed to know, and that could be a problem for their career. Rhiannon finished their wine and set the empty goblet on the table before scanning the table up and down on either side.

[i]Who was it?[/i]