[center][h1][b][color=7354A2]Freyja Durmand[/color][/b][/h1]
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[h3][color=7354A2]Location:[/color] The Grand ballroom
[color=7354A2]Date/Time:[/color] Ignis 10, Evening
[color=7354A2]Interactions/mentions:[/color] N/A[/h3]
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She still wasn't sure why she had bothered turning up. She hated parties, she hated being around so many strangers at once. Like sure, she dealt with strangers all the time as part of her training as a doctor, but that didn't mean Freyja liked it. She just tolerated it. Besides, that was work time. This was her own private time, and she would rather be reading a book by the candlelight. Or purifying her equipment. Or pulling her teeth out one by one. Literally anything else.

But when she got the invitation, she knew she didn't have much of a choice. She didnt know why she got one, but it would be a bad look to turn it down. And Stratya had told her she needed to blend in more...so here she was, regretting her life choices and considering not for the first time, maybe it would've been better had she just died in that forest. Hyperbole for sure, overdramatic absolutely, and she would get over herself later. For now, she would just stew in misery.

She wondered if Stratya was here also, the blonde fidgeting with the hood of her cloak. The worst part had to be the fancy clothes she was wearing, even if she begrudgingly agreed it was a fine outfit, and it was the only dress of any sort anyone could convince her to buy. She liked the black over the dark red, and how it was accented with gold embroidery. Most importantly, it covered her almost entirely, with the top half more like a long sleeved blouse than a dress, meaning she didn't have to worry about people staring at the scar on her back. She still did get some unwanted stares here and there, but that was for other reasons she didn't want to think about and just ignored them.

Her amethyst gaze would instead focus its attention on scanning the inhabitants of the ballroom. Sure, there were plenty of nobility, rich folk and the like here who it would be wise to rub shoulders with, get in the good graces of. It would no doubt help careers down the line, hers included, or simply being in the good graces of such individuals was never harmful. She knew a couple of people from the hospital were certainly doing that here today, much to her disdain. But she wasn't about empty flattery and pointless small talk much, being the more direct sort. She was hoping to catch Stratya and stay with her, use her as an excuse to fraternize as little as humanly possible.

But the place was...much bigger than she was expecting. Or was there simply more people than she was expecting? Maybe even both. Either way, she wasn't spotting her immediately, and she can only keep a low profile going for so long before people came up and talked to her, whether it be because they were extroverted social butterflies, or because they were drunk on liquid courage to approach her despite the scowl on her face, or maybe even because they were interested in the girl who seemed out of her depths, despite looking the part. She even had half a mind to cast a spell to find Stratya, but quickly scuppered the idea entirely.

Even after spending over a decade in this era, she had yet to grown used to the fact they demonized and hated magicae to the extent they did. And not wanting to cause trouble for Stratya, or get herself killed for that matter considering what happened to the Queen herself earlier today, she restrained herself, instead finding comfort by rolling her fingers over the gemstone necklace she wore. A keepsake given to her by Stratya. Maybe she should find someone to speak to instead? That would be more comfortable than being approached by strangers, trying to charm her with honeyed words or worse, people who wanted to talk to her for the sake of talking to someone. Those people were the [b]worst[/b] kind, because you can't even excuse yourself from them and their yapping...

If nothing else, if people got on her nerves too much, she [i]did[/i] have this cane that was mostly for ornamental purposes. While she was normally against violence of any sort, she would probably be able to sleep at night if she used it on someone annoying or creeping her out too much. Besides, she was a doctor [s]in training[/s], she could just patch them up afterwards. Probably. Maybe. If she felt like it.

Wait, she was internally rambling way too much right now. She was getting stares for just standing there, menancingly so long. She should try something. Maybe a smile at the people-and they ran off. Gah, Stratya always said her smiles could use work. Oh well, maybe she could use them to scare people off instead? At least till she finished surveying the room(s) to either find Stratya, or someone who didn't seem like too much of a pain to talk to.