[center][color=peru][h2]Knight Devout[/h2][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/OpuGlmV.png[/img][/center]
[color=peru][center][h2]Captain Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 10th Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Castle Ballroom
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] [@Remram] Askel
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

The look in his eye.

[color=peru][I] Fuhck, he's rreyt.[/I][/color]

Stratya wasn't used to the mind games of the court. Perhaps she should have spent more time in the capital these last two years, getting used to the way things twisted and contorted.

[color=peru][I]O’ courrse ‘e gets i’. Any good prrince'd 'aff tae.[/I][/color]

She could kick herself more later.

Askel complimented her and preemptively denied to dance with her. He'd promised someone a dance, already? She had to wonder who, though it wasn't surprising. Whatever the case,

[color=peru][I]Rreyt. Nae morre whingin’.[/I][/color]

When Askel mentioned food, her mental focus fell to her stomach and suddenly she felt it. When had she eaten last? Her stomach growled just as the servant approached them, and she pushed that emotion right to the front. Necessity finished putting her mask back together in a snap.

Knight Captain Durmand balked at herself and placed her hand over her stomach,[color=peru] “oye, Gods, am I thah’ ‘ungrry?”[/color] She turned to spot the platter of - what do they call ‘em? “Or Dearvs”? How do you [i]spell[/i] that? No matter.[color=peru] “Excellen’ tymin’, my good man. I’m famished.”[/color] Some part of her was suspicious, but her stomach had already locked her in. Hungry bastard. The most normal thing to do, for her, right now, would be take one. She plucked one of the little rolls off by the skewer, gave it a little waft under her nose, and popped it in her mouth.

Already she felt more centered, with a little something in her belly. A soft hum resonated from her throat as she chewed the delicious morse, and her attention turned back to Askel when she was done,[color=peru] “thank ye ferr y’ complimen’, Yerr ‘ighness. There’s somethin’ tae be said ferr simplici’y, though.”[/color] She went for a compliment, stopped herself and seemed perplexed or perhaps dissatisfied, before a relenting sigh found her head leaning into the hand she'd pressed to her face,[color=peru] “ooh, I’m ‘opeless, my firrst complimen’ was goan be thah’ yerrs looks easier tae move in. 'Wha's fashion, anyway?'”[/color] She waved her hand dismissively at the air in her own space, turned to the servant and offered thanks (supposing Askel already got one if he wanted), and moved toward the tables full of international cuisine nearby.

A deep whiff of the aromas filled her nostrils, pouring fuel on the hunger she felt, keeping that her emotional focus while she worked on stabilizing,[color=peru] “there’s sae much, I scarrcely ken t’ place tae begin.”[/color]

Was the Caesonian table more expensive-looking? Her gaze flicked at the other two tables. Where Caesonia’s table was marble-topped, and the Alidasht table had a nice cloth over it - or was that a [i]rug[/i]? - the Varian table was plain wood. That felt like a slight. Edin [i]would[/i]. Before she could dive into another emotional hole without the belly full of food to see her through it, her hand found one of the pre-cut ribs from the Caesonian table and took the meat off in one swoop like it was totally normal and she’d done it a thousand times.

Absolutely. Delicious.

[color=peru]"Mmm~,"[/color] a delighted, satisfied groan as she chewed, then swallowed, [color=peru]"thah's good."[/color] Captain Durmand looked again at the ribs in question, then the rest, [color=peru]"Ooh, bu' therre's sae much [i]else[/i].."[/color] then the prince in question, [color=peru]"I'll gladly accept a tourr of these fyne foods, Prrince Askel."[/color]