[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]Military Dress[/url]
[color=peru]Accent:[/color] Thick Scottish
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Askel [@Remram], Munir [@Infinite Cosmos]
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

A tired expression slipped through as Stratya brought her attention to Askel’s apology. The sight of the King and no Queen, the sight of Wulfric, had made her remember how everything was falling apart, crumbling around her. She would have meditated on sundown, it would have helped her play the part, but doing so was too risky. Witch hunters were everywhere, they’d surely notice something about her. Her expression softened as she observed Askel’s apology and she shook her head,[color=peru] "s'fine."[/color]

Askel gave Munir a brief description of his journey across the kingdoms. Indeed, he’d described it to her before. Had she returned the gesture? The lady knight couldn’t remember, it seemed an age ago. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about, either, though she knew it was supposed to help.

Munir’s comment about their reasons for travel drew a chuckle that had been darker and dryer than Stratya had intended. The severity in her tone vanished before she spoke, replaced with a deep weariness that she tried to wipe away,[color=peru] “Would that eitherr of ourr jourrneys had been as whimsical as yeh make it sound, Shezade..”[/color] Captain Durmand accepted the first course graciously and took a deep whiff, letting the sweet and savory scents uplift her before she spoke again, her tone softened, if still somber,[color=peru] “I’ll nae spoil the mood, howeverr.”[/color]

The lady knight watched Munir take his bite and be pleased, before he urged her to experience it with him. She had already taken a cut of the meat on her fork, [color=peru]“aye, it’s deerr.”[/color] The man's pronunciation of the berry was close enough, she’d let Askel explain more about it. She lifted the cut in cheers, and raised it toward her lips,[color=peru] “anyone that cannae cook deerr prroperly should nae be a rroyal chef, doan you think?”[/color] She’d done her best not to spill any of the garnish before she popped it into her mouth.

Her face brightened at the taste. One of the things she [i]had[/i] enjoyed in her travels had been the food and the drink. [color=peru]“Mm,”[/color] she hummed, her eyebrows lifting. The taste, the sauce, was familiar. Her fork gestured gently at the rest of the meat on her plate and she wanted to speak, though she first took the time to enjoy the current morsel before committing her mouthful,[color=peru] “I’ve tasted this, the sauce. Nearr the borrder. Mm, that’s good.”[/color] The aftertaste was satisfying, too.

Stratya cut a piece of the potato pancake and offered, [color=peru]“that sauce is delicious.”[/color] The piece of pancake went on her fork and was lifted,[color=peru] “I think,”[/color] she bit it, and hummed thoughtfully as she chewed before she cleared her mouth and gave her answer,[color=peru] “it’d go grreat on frresh rribs, with some eggy toast n’ jam or butter.”[/color] She cut another piece of the potato pancake and put it on top of one of her cuts of meat, adding, [color=peru]”and a pint of mead, of courrse,”[/color] before she had her next mouthful. She seemed quite pleased with it, and took a slice of the pickled beets on her fork to try next.