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[color=00aeef][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grand Ballroom
[color=00aeef][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@HylianRose] Nora, [@princess] Count Emil, [@Potter] Elena and [@Remram] Magnus

Looking from the other young woman to this older man, Amira's confusion just grew. She smiled at the new woman joining them, giving her a slight head nod, but anyone could see the worry on her face as her brow furrowed.

[color=00aeef]"It is a joy to meet you, Lady Elena,"[/color] she said in a soft voice, her etiquette training taking over. Yet Amira's mind seemed to be somewhere else completely.

What were they talking about? What had she missed? Why had no one told her something had happened?! Was it because her cousins truly had no interest in her or, was it simply supposed to be obvious? Why had her own brother not mentioned it earlier? She knew she had just met him, but surely - 

The word [i]"pet"[/i] slid across her skin and caused a disgusted shiver to run down her spine, as she was shocked back to the current moment by Count Emil's words. 

[color=00aeef]"I - I," [/color] She took a moment to try to bring her thoughts together. She didn't know why, maybe it was the nickname, or maybe it was the way he had inserted himself into the conversation but Amira found herself not wanting to be around Count Emil much longer, [color=00aeef]"I believe my.. friend will tell me more later."[/color]

She looked at Nora with her large brown eyes, hoping in that moment she had not overstepped.

Suddenly she was shocked by not only the approach of a large man making his presence known behind the count. For a moment, Amira was unsure if she was more worried or relieved. Then, before she could even make up her mind, a bouquet was being put into her hands. 

Staring, stunned, at the bouquet and the servant, her mouth gaped open for far too long. Soon, a bright red shade was covering her face, and she was calling back to the servant in confusion, [color=00aeef]"I - I do not know a Magnus! This - this must be a mistake."[/color]

It seemed as if the servant either didn't hear her or didn't care because she was awkwardly left standing with a stunning dark bouquet of flowers. Turning back to look at the other woman, completely astounded, she just found herself repeating the words, [color=00aeef]"I... do not know a Magnus."[/color]

Nevertheless, she found herself hugging the flowers close to her chest.