[color=peru][center][h2]Knight Devout
Captain Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 10th Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Castle Ballroom - Starry Night Ball
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/EmYn6ku.png]Suit Dress[/url]
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Askel [@Remram], Munir [@Infinite Cosmos]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

[color=peru][abbr=Ooh, nothing wrong with starting where you’re most familiar.]“Ooh, nothin’ wrrong wit’ starr’in’ wherre yerr mos’ familiarr.[/abbr]”[/color] Stratya easily came away from the table of Caesonian cuisine to take in the sights and smells of Varian cooking. She greeted the food at the table with a deep inhale through her nose before letting out a pleased hum.

She watched Askel put the sample together for her, very interested in what and how much he used to achieve whatever balance of flavors she was about to experience. She accepted the morsel gratefully and took a measured bite, nodding as she tasted the way the flavors came together. She swallowed and offered Askel a pleased smiled,[color=peru] “aye, thah’s good stuff.”[/color]

She’d seen him glance at the spread. The table, itself. The bowls, the cutlery. He’d noticed, just as she had, and she expected no less from such a sharp prince.[color=peru] “I swearr we ‘ad morre marrble tables.”[/color] The flat expression she showed to Askel betrayed the otherwise carefully guarded intent behind the statement that had been so plain.

Footsteps approached, perfectly interrupting the moment, and the man that had approached them said something she found odd,[color=ffce00] "Captain Durmand. It is very good to see you again.”[/color]

“Again”?

She couldn’t remember the man at all, and very nearly blurted out a question to this revelation. Instead, she popped the rest of the little treat Askel had put together for her into her mouth. It was really quite good.[color=peru] “Mm,”[/color] she offered through her chewing to his request, starting about the assembly of another rye bread piece of goodness. The rye bread, the mustard-dill spread, and the piece of salmon carefully crusted with seasoning that the spread helped to hold in place. She hoped she got the portions right.

Stratya still couldn’t remember the man she turned to hand the gravlax to, her mouthful already swallowed as she offered it in one hand, her free hand covering her mouth politely,[color=peru] “grravlax. A fyne morrsel, Shezade Munirr.”[/color] If she hadn’t met him, however, how did he know her? At least he’d offered his name to Askel, giving her the good grace of not having to dance around not knowing who in blazes this man was. Had she been, like, at a bar, blackout drunk when she met him? Was it the Masquerade and she just didn’t recognize him? And he was recognizing her by her [i]accent[/i], naaaaaaeeeee! Ooh, she hoped it wasn’t that.