[color=lightgray][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/251125/f2a7b0c4036c99e02915b173a2d47a53.png[/img][/center]Time: Evening
Location: Grand Ballroom
Attire: [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/29/dd/5c/29dd5c69e77b33dcc5ceafaabfdd026b.jpg]Aslam's Outfit[/url]
Interactions: Elena - [@Potter]
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Color Code: [color=#FEF698]#FEF698[/color]
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Aslam had given a warm farewell and well wishes to his cousins as they left him, politely refusing further company and leave for whatever charming partner they'd dance with tonight. Even as they left, Aslam found a lingering smile on his lips as he held his personal chalice with the colorful liquor inside. He had not expected to connect with his close cousins, first Amira on the voyage here and now Munir. His eyes drifted over the ballroom at the various groups mingling and he felt his dear sister's words echo in the back of his mind.

His expression fell as his lips curved down into a slight frown. He had recipes to follow when he made potions. Detailed notes about the caused and effect of herbs, heating, and distillation. There was his personal espionage core back home where he could track down and receive detailed reports on nearly everyone and everything he wanted. Each had a clear process and expected results with contingencies for failure.

He had become obsessed with protecting his family from danger and when he tried to bring the woman he loved into that family...he fell short. Aslam failed so miserably that he found her like that. Killed like that, because of him.

Everything was so uncertain. The pressure of the emotions he let bubble under his calm surface brought forth a headache. Aslam slide a hand inside a small pouch sewn into his robes and pulled a small glass vial. He uncapped it and with a discreet motion poured the faint pink powder into his cup. He swirled it around in his hand watching carefully until it all dissolved and took a long sip. It was one of the first creations he made. A non-magical medicine he had developed for his father that helped with headaches with higher thirst being the only true side effect.

Aslam let out a long sigh as he looked back up into the crowd. [color=FEF698][i]Be a man who is will to be found[/i][/color]. Aslam muttered something Ranya had spoke to him, the only one he had ever told of his pain of losing the woman he loved. He wanted to hide in his lab, protect Alisdaht from the shadows, and....be forgotten.

However, someone did find him in the middle of his melancholy. A pair of striking blue eyes met his own that seemed to ask for his attention. He made sure to empty his chalice and let out a low exhale. [color=FEF698]"Alright, dear sister. I will open myself once more, just for tonight."[/color] His eyes flicked over to see if he could find Ranya, and then made his way over to Elena.

[color=FEF698]"Good evening to you, my lady."[/color] Aslam returned the greeting with his own bow, sticking to his own tradition as an appreciation of her apparent efforts to learn his customs. It brought a faint smile to his lips. Gods knew it had nothing to do with the woman's beauty. Absolutely not. [color=FEF698]"It has grown considerably better now that I am in your company. I am Shehzade Aslam. May I have your name?"[/color] There was something striking about the figure she posed in her attire. He was quite a fan of black with gold accents.
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