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[color=lightgray][color=ef82a5]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=ef82a5]Location:[/color] The Castle Ballroom
[color=ef82a5]Interactions:[/color] Farim [@Lava Alckon] Magnus [@Remram] 
[color=ef82a5]Mention:[/color] Sylvia [@AuthenticTomb] Amira [@Chrys]
[color=ef82a5]Attire:[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/NbspWII.png]Dress[/url]
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Anastasia could feel the weight of this morning in strange little ways tonight, in the moments where her smile took an extra second to come, in the way everything seemed too far away. Still, she tried. She tried because that was what she knew how to do. If she stopped trying, she was not entirely sure what would happen instead. She drifted into the recesses of her mind as Fareed took his leave.

But when Magnus pointed out Sylvia near Ranya, Anastasia followed his gaze, letting curiosity pull her back into the moment. [color=ef82a5]“Princess Sylvia Camilia,”[/color] she repeated, [color=ef82a5]“I have met her before... very lovely. A little intimidating, even from here.”[/color]

When Magnus denied having anyone in his heart, Anastasia looked at him with open skepticism. Usually she would have pounced on that answer at once, all laughter and dramatic accusations. But she ended up taking a gentler approach than normal. [color=ef82a5]“No one?”[/color] she asked. [color=ef82a5]“That is a boring answer, Mister Magnus. I do hope it is untrue, or at the very least temporary.”[/color]

Then, with a softer huff through her nose, she added, [color=ef82a5]“I probably should not be a hypocrite. I fancied keeping my relations on the casual side for most of my life until I met Farim.”[/color]

She let that settle only briefly before the conversation bent toward business again, as it always seemed to when men had gone too long without mentioning trade or ambition. Under any other circumstance she might have rolled her eyes more dramatically, but instead she only smiled faintly and listened. It made her think of Wulfric, and she was not in the mood to think of her brother at all tonight.

Her eyes slid to Farim as he returned the conversation to matters of the heart, and the fondness there was immediate. [color=ef82a5]“Come now, tell us plainly. What sort of woman catches your eye?”[/color] she asked Magnus. [color=ef82a5]“Do you like someone graceful? Someone with a biting tongue? A woman with a large bosom? A man with broad shoulders?”[/color]

Her gaze flicked briefly in the direction of the woman in blue that Farim had noticed, then back again, a faint spark of mischief returning. [color=ef82a5]“Or do you mean to pretend you have no taste at all and leave us to guess?”[/color]

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