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A brown hand swiftly wiped at full lips. It was all she could do to stave off the squeal and absolute joy threatening to gush forth and out her mouth. The princess had acknowledged and addressed her personally.

Green eyes set ablaze, still she maintained her composure and held her gaze low. It took all her might yet she managed a polite nod in response rather than a fistpump and full on whoop of excitement. And in that moment she knew the exact lyrics to spout and enamour the lovely royal. They were the very one and same that she used when she performed for the royal and her family all those years ago. A lower lip she bit and nodded in affirmation; she would shoot her shot later at the best and most opportune time.

To Sy-a turned her milk chocolate cheek, concern and consternation furrowing her dark brow. Her singular eyed superior was putting Naz'Riani herself in charge of such important guests? And in a position better given to another more experienced server girl to boot. But Na'ri nodded with more and more confidence the more and more Sy-a discerned just who and what their guests were all about. Besides, the young woman did what she did best when she had to improvise. A small smile spurned from dusky lips when her boss mentioned higher salary rewards if a job well done was illicited. Green eyes glinted; it was not so much offer of more coin but the offer itself. Sy-a was a tightwad when it came to dishing out the monetary metals and such an offer meant that her boss, not only took her in and believed in her but she truly did value her.

The hug however was out of pocket and took the former criminal by surprise. Instinct definitely had to be suppressed and fast. In any other situation, surprising Na'ri with unwarranted physical contact, Na'ri would have slipped away and the diminutive innkeeper would have found herself flipped over, winded on the floor and on her back. But no, Na'ri accepted the hug and awkwardly hugged back, also giving the always just as awkward gentle pat upon the back of the hugger. "I will take very good care of the service area rest assured, matron."

A gracious nod she bestowed her boss as she watched Sy-a excuse herself and went about her business. Turning to Coswain and the rest of their party she nodded then stepped spryly, drab yet lively skirt flowing as she slinked towards them now.

In the gaze of a male, any male, being desired was key to being alluring. But to another female...? Of that she was uncertain, and yet her heart still yearned for such things and so a sideways glance she afforded the princess. Fire lit those eyes when they befell the royal's fine form and vivacious visage. A breathless smile; "Excuse me your highnesses. I must see to the other guests as directed. Again, such a pleasure of pleasures to have you here."

Oh she saw the look upon the prince's face and instantly she directed her eyes away from the royal couple. Heat radiated high up in her cheeks but still the show must go on, as they say. A polite bow and half-curtsey she donned the ruling power couple.

"Lord Coswain and knightly party, such an honour. My name is Na'Ri," a polite smile and nod she cast them. An arm she raised and held an open palm to direct their attention, "if you'd be so kind to head this way, you'll find a table of your liking I'm sure."

She sauntered behind them, hastily listing their requirements Sy-a had just as hastily listed out for her. As soon as they were seated, she placed both hands upon the table and leaned in. Not all of it spilled over but a generous milk chocolate sight was peeking out from the top of her blouse as intended, "A glass of our finest wines and 2 of our unfettered ales, says the matron? Coming right up. And as as for meals..."

Na'ri listed off the regular morning servings but took a big chance for a big payoff. The young woman had seen the ingredients and spices Cheffie had to work with. And knowing that the cook was just as creative as they were skilled, Na'Ri offered up last weeks big lunch special, "Yet if none of those sound appetizing for you, we can offer you another platter. Specialty of the house. It is a serving of heated salted meats, special house sauces, finely herbed oil breads and fire-grilled 'shrooms and root veggies straight from the soils of our lovely DawnHaven farms! It is a shared platter but it is a premium serving with a premium cost, but I can attest it is well worth the pleasure to eat and share such a meal?"

A affirming nod she cast them and with a giggle she rubbed her belly as if satisfied with her meal. "I shall give you some time to decide then and shall return with your drink orders."

Na'Ri waltzed away from the table and felt the heavy gaze of another following her movements, curves and all. A bit of a shiver rushed her spine. There was being admired and then there was leering; leers always made her shiver. Still a smile befell her lips and she turned to find herself staring not into the eyes of man holding up his hand to gain her attention. Of course they did not make eye contact; her eyes were up higher afterall. A hand she held to her chest to shield his gawking gaze and he finally met her green eyed one. Na'Ri nodded and strode over to he and his shadowy companion.

The hackles upon her neck reacted as if she was walking into an alley that was quiet. Too quiet. Still her resolve kept that pleasant smile perched upon her brown visage as she stepped spryly towards the waiting pair. Just then the door swung open. Draped in multitudes of furs, a lone man entered. He appeared as wide as the doorway itself she deemed, "Hail, sir and welcome to the Beholder! Please find an open table and make yourself comfortable. My name is Na'ri and I'll be with you in a heartbeat."

The momentary distraction allowed her heart to slow its racing beats as she felt wary approaching the pair. A full bodied turn to face them ending in a polite pose. An award winning smile she cast towards the pair, "Hail, honoured guests, my name is Na'Ri, how may I accomodate you?"

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_{Interactions: Flynn @The Muse , Octavia @The Savant , Sy-a @PrinceAlexus , Coswain/Entourage @PrinceAlexus , Wenyr @Fetzen , Olivia/Driver @amorphical
Mentions: Everyone else in the Beholder}

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@Girlie Go Boom Na'Ri seems to have a crush on Octavia. Flynn better keep an eye on her.... hahah!

@The Muse

Whaaaat?! Nononono you got it all wrong. She just in awe of seeing the princess AND prince and blown away by the honor of hosting BOTH royals in the inn. That's all

Crush? What Crush? Pffft. I laugh at such accusations. Hahahahahhahahahhahahahhahahaha. Crush... so laughable. Hahaha. Ha. Ha?

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@Girlie Go Boom

Ph yeah, would she mind if her boss was a blight born?
Or is she one of the more appecting people of the town?

@PrinceAlexus

Mmmm no. I think that seeing the single eye would be alarming. But defo Sy-a 's attitude and letting her get some work says a lot more. I put in Na'Ri bio that she suspects her boss eating people's energy whe.n she performs but she all good with that too. She's experienced worse things thst people would do to another.

If anything i think she feels sorry for the people since she's used to the darkness since she's from lunaris

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As she traipsed through the streets, the sunless sky stared down upon her, dark and uncaring as always.

It was but a simple shawl and cloak she wore to stave off the constant chill; brown and drab just like the poorly lit streets she walked. Yet she was not alone for there were still the morning parades of townsfolk heading to market, to work, to any place really, heads down and not a single smile afforded for ones neighbour. Sure one could call it a hubub of morning activity but one would be hard pressed to call it anything close to 'lively' activity. And just like those others in the streets, she too kept to herself, brown scarf covering brown face, basket in hand filled with the various ingredients and produce requested by 'Cheffie.'

If anything betrayed her common drab look it was those eyes. The twin circlets shone like precious jade, the life therein betraying and piercing the atmosphere's cold, wet blanket that so many wrapped themselves within. Green eyes peered about the roads, curious to see if any recognized her dressed as she was. And loathe to use it, it was but second nature to implement her magical advantage of seeing clearly in the darkness afterall. Of course not a single one of the townsfolk paid her any mind, but still she wondered what would happen if they knew just who she used to be. A smile lit the dark behind that scarf. It was rather vain and self-centred, but she remembered who she used to be, and more importantly, she knew who she was here in Dawnhaven and what she had to do. What she did uplifted the spirits here, not to mention the healing effects it had on her own unworthy heart and cracked soul.

Her name was shortened to 'Na'Ri' by those that felt familiar or comfortable enough with her to call her by such a nick name. She was the errand girl of the Beholder. Rushing off to market in the morning, rolling out empty tankards and barrels, sweeping inside and out, and even washing a dish or two. Out through the back door and back in the same way. Yes, in the mornings, she was but Na'Ri the errand girl. As she pressed her hip to push open the back door, she was greeted fondly with that name. The filled basket she hefted up and onto the prep counter, calling out to 'Cheffie' as she did. The cook greeted her with a grand thanks as they went through the basket, nodding in appreciation with each item inspected. She then removed her scarf and smiled that signature smile; the one the nightly patrons recognized during those dazzling times they called her by her name proper.

Over to the closet she went and hung her cloak and scarf, trading them in for an apron and a tucking her dark hair into a bonnet. Once ready, she waltzed through the kitchen and made hear way out to the service area. There she could hear the voice of the proprietor and owner of the Beholder, the lovely Ms. Sy-a. And of course a bee line she would make to the empath. Simple smiles and nods, she would give the sparse morning patrons; greeting and chatting them up individually would have to wait until after she co-ordinated her duties for the day with her boss.

But Na'Ri's spry steps slowed to a cautious gait. There were several unfamiliar voices drifting in through the doorway into the kitchen. Dark brows slanted downward with concern; the formal tones were not ones she was used to hearing at this time of day. She slowed her pace even further when she heard his voice. Prince Flynn was here in the Beholder! That may mean that--

Pupils dialated as she came to a dead stop. Naz could only hear the thrumming of her heart in her ears and could start to feel the heat rising from her cheeks and other parts. Her jaw slackened yet still a pleasant shape formed at her full lips. All she could do now was lean against the frame separating the kitchen and the service area, staring at the princess, green eyes scintillating like gems, calm demeamour struggling to keep in check. Princess Octavia... oh but her majesty was such a beguiling sight to behold!

Na'Ri felt the goofy grin start to take form upon her visage and green eyes popped wide in realization. Heat and blood rushed her cheeks as she bit her lower lip and aimed her gaze at the worn planks neath her feet. She watched her brown hands wring out her embarrassment for a few seconds longer, then she entered into the service area, eyes low and walking demurely.

"Hail to your highnesses," a proper curtsy she donned the royal pair, "a welcome pleasure and honour it is in your presence."
Eyes still averted, she stepped slowly towards Sy-a and turned, flanking her as always, hands clasped neatly in front of her, resting upon her apron. As she waited to be dismissed or ordered to a duty, the young woman took a deep breath and smiled, green eyes sparkling as her mind searched for lyrics fitting for a royal. Oh, but this morning could not have started any better.

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_{Interactions: Flynn @The Muse , Octavia @The Savant , Sy-a @PrinceAlexus
Mentions: Everyone else in the Beholder}

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k edited her cs so that she is at the Beholder and works menial jobs during the day but sometimes in the afternoon and always at night she will be performing there. I also added in that she was part of the caravan into Dawn Haven as a tagalong/stowaway. That and i added in that she is loathe to use her magic rn.

Should have a post in acouple days

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K lit. Tysm erybody! K imma go with Naz being in town as a taga long stowaway with the royals to dawn haven. Ever since then she just been doing odd jobs till she found some instruments lying about and started just fooling around with it. Next thing you know shes breaking out into song and dance. So yeah, she'll be the minstrel. Good for her heart and hot soup for the soul lol

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@The Muse how long would Naz be living in Dawnhaven?
But tbh I like the idea of her doing performances again. Kinda works with the whole idea I have of her fleeing her life of crime and tryna get in touch with her performer roots again. That and I don't want it common knowledge she was a criminal too.

But still curious to hear what @The Savant is thinking

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Naz-Riani

Naz'Riani LaReina - "Spectralla/Black Flower"

_{22 yrs ⭒ 5'9" ⭒ 130lbs ⭒ Brown Skin ⭒ Green Eyes ⭒ Black Hair ⭒ Toned, Athletic Build
Human ⭒ Lunaris ⭒ Minstrel (former Criminal) ⭒ Shadow and Psychic Magic}

<sub>APPEARANCE:
Soft smiles from full lips, heavy lashed and half-lidded green eyes, quiet slinky steps, a wiggle in the hips when walking, a gently raised bare brown shoulder shrug, a dancers pose here a vixens lean there. This is Naz as she was known to be. Bright flowing dresses or skin tight outfits showing off her milk chocolate skin in all its glory was her signature look. Flowing with scintilating jewelry from suitors and hanger-ons she adorned herself. When possible she would walk bare-foot everywhere, leaving her scent of spice and jasmine, jewelry tinkling in rhythim as she traipsed on.

Then there is the longing look in those green eyes. Sullen and no longer strongly posing in a her feminine glory. She watches from the closet as love passes her by.

And so in DawnHaven, she has lost those fantabulous outfits. All she is left with is what is on her back. That does not mean she cannot sew new outfits from the refuse and cast offs of others. A little bright dye doesn't hurt either.</sub>

<sub>SHORT BIO:
In Lunaris she was the precious gem embedded deep into the crown of performances. She was the triple-threat phenom with a killer smile, body and smile. The adopted daughter of the proud proprietors of LaReina Entertainment had been trained as a star since she was still a swaddled little thing. And oh did that star ever rise. They called her "Spectralla". It was a loving mix of 'spectral' for the colours that she wore and embraced, 'spectacle' because that is what happenend whenever she performed, and 'specter' as in a ghost because she moved like no one alive could; she practically floated. Naz'Riani was the darling of the theatre space. That signature performance ending long-lashed wink melted the hearts of thousands in the kingdom and those that had flocked from beyond to see her and her troupe.

In such a sunless, cold and unforgiving world as was Lunaris, the theatrics and performances of the LaReina troupes warmed the hearts and hopes of Lunaris' peoples. But all good things do not last forever. No, the blight cut their aspirations from underneath them and hard. The LaReina Entertainment group had to lay off performer after performer until such time they could no longer afford to keep the doors to the ampitheatre open. Managing an entertainment company was all the LaReina's knew. Such dire straights had befallen her family, it became a daily struggle to put food onto the table. Naz'Riani would do anything for her family, but she refused to sell her body. And so into the world of crime did poor Naz find herself. They called her 'Black Flower' now. And in too deep did she find herself.

Magic as a performer was hers to command in the spotlights on the greatest stage in her homelands; it was just another instrument that she played to enhance her performances. But out here on the streets, it was exploiting the weak. It was violence to the rivals. It was just a beautiful thing that was corrupted into an evil weapon. The night came when she bit off more than she could chew and she and her mates had been busted by the very outfit they were trying to heist. It was a payoff worth killing over. 2 members of her crew were slain in cold blood. Naz had no choice but to flee. And flee she did.

All the way to Dawn Haven she fled, a tagalong, a stowaway with the original caravan. And now she finds herself in the mercy of the whims of the town as she tries to re-establish herself as an elite performewr with little to no equal. She still does provide menial aid where needed but some afternoons and every night, she is on stage, central in the heart of The Eye of the Beholder Tavern performing her remembered routines. These are only the basic ones, but as of now she has come to grips with the fact that she must take baby steps on the path to stardom once again.</sub>

<sub>MISC:
Naz is no longer the radiant flame of a girl that was 'Spectralla'. The woman she has become is indeed a 'Black Flower'. Still pretty but with a heart of darkness. She has done very bad things to people short of murder in her line of work as a criminal.

Where once her Dark magic was to enhance her dances, performances with a story telling flair using shadowy monsters or misdirection-- even what looked like teleportation, now her Dark magic summons a horde of black wriggling monstrosities to fight on her behalf. She blinds and trips opponents, or the whole room for that matter and since she can see in the dark, she basically waltzes into the shadows as her mates take care of the unwitting victims.

Where once her Psychic magic allowed her strange scents of spices and flowers to heighten the viewing pleasure of those that watched she and her troupe, now her Psychic magic 'pushes' people to do things against their wills or influences them to think that she is their friend, or even just convinces them to fall asleep so as to allow her mates to do whatever is needed to get the job done.

She is a very, very bad person. But she is trying now to undo what profound damage she has incurred upon herself and her cracked soul. Little did she know that just by escaping the nearby influence of those criminals she adopted as her family, change would be sudden and rather welcome. It's as if something inside her vied for redemption to save her cracking soul. And though she does slip up, she tries her damndest to return back to the girl that they all knew and loved. The nightlty performances have been a godsend for a psyche in flux and an unworthy heart.

The performances seem to uplift those present and, she has her suspicions that Sy-a is the main benefactor of such heightened emotions. The blighted woman does feed offa such things afterall.

Magic. That which she knew loved her as much as she has loved in return, she is loathe to use. There is only violence and ruin when she uses it. Perhaps in time, when her soul heals, she will trust it again. She has been trying to rely upon another as a beacon of hope now that she is here in Dawn Haven. That and a rousing ember hidden in her heart is stoked in the presence of such a lovely, lovely royal beauty.

Sy-a has been lovely to her but this other is the very person she could ever want to know here. It felt like a lifetime ago whence she danced for the very princess of the Kingdom of Lunaris herself, her majesty, Lady Octavia Lunalari.</sub>

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@The Muse thinking that since she has the whole 'thief in the night' vibe that she could be a town sentry/security by night? And if need be her psychic power could be goods as detective/interrogator lol

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Hey~hey~!!

K so here is my app:

Naz-Riani

Naz'Riani LaReina - "Spectralla/Black Flower"

_{22 yrs ⭒ 5'9" ⭒ 130lbs ⭒ Brown Skin ⭒ Green Eyes ⭒ Black Hair ⭒ Toned, Athletic Build
Human ⭒ Lunaris ⭒ Acrobatic Performer ⭒ Shadow and Psychic Magic}

<sub>APPEARANCE:
Soft smiles from full lips, heavy lashed and half-lidded green eyes, quiet slinky steps, a wiggle in the hips when walking, a gently raised bare brown shoulder shrug, a dancers pose here a vixens lean there. This is Naz as she is known to be. Bright flowing dresses or skin tight outfits showing off her milk chocolate skin in all its glory is her signature look. Flowing jewelry from suitors and hanger-ons she adorns herself. When possible she will walk bare-foot everywhere, leaving her scent of spice and jasmine, jewelry tinkling in rhythim as she traipses on.

Then there is the longing look in those green eyes. Sullen and no longer strongly posing in a her feminine glory. She watches from the closet as love passes her by.</sub>

<sub>SHORT BIO:
In Lunaris she was the precious gem embedded deep into the crown of performances. She was the triple-threat phenom with a killer smile, body and smile. The adopted daughter of the proud proprietors of LaReina Entertainment had been trained as a star since she was still a swaddled little thing. And oh did that star ever rise. They called her "Spectralla". It was a loving mix of 'spectral' for the colours that she wore and embraced, 'spectacle' because that is what happenend whenever she performed, and 'specter' as in a ghost because she moved like no one alive could; she practically floated. Naz'Riani was the darling of the theatre space. That signature performance ending long-lashed wink melted the hearts of thousands in the kingdom and those that had flocked from beyond to see her and her troupe.

In such a sunless, cold and unforgiving world as was Lunaris, the theatrics and performances of the LaReina troupes warmed the hearts and hopes of Lunaris' peoples. But all good things do not last forever. No, the blight cut their aspirations from underneath them and hard. The LaReina Entertainment group had to lay off performer after performer until such time they could no longer afford to keep the doors to the ampitheatre open. Managing an entertainment company was all the LaReina's knew. Such dire straights had befallen her family, it became a daily struggle to put food onto the table. Naz'Riani would do anything for her family, but she refused to sell her body. And so into the world of crime did poor Naz find herself. They called her 'Black Flower' now. And in too deep did she find herself.

Magic as a performer was hers to command in the spotlights on the greatest stage in her homelands; it was just another instrument that she played to enhance her performances. But out here on the streets, it was exploiting the weak. It was violence to the rivals. It was just a beautiful thing that was corrupted into an evil weapon. The night came when she bit off more than she could chew and she and her mates had been busted by the very outfit they were trying to heist. It was a payoff worth killing over. 2 members of her crew were slain in cold blood. Naz had no choice but to flee. And flee she did.

All the way to Dawn Haven she fled. And now she finds herself in the mercy of the only person she could ever know here. It felt like a lifetime ago whence she danced for the very princess of the Kingdom of Lunaris herself, her majesty, Lady Octavia Lunalari.</sub>

<sub>MISC:
Naz is no longer the radiant flame of a girl that was 'Spectralla'. The woman she has become is indeed a 'Black Flower'. Still pretty but with a heart of darkness. She has done very bad thing to people short of murder in her line of work as a criminal.

Where once her Dark magic was to enhance her dances, performances with a story telling flair using shadowy monsters or misdirection-- even what looked like teleportation, now her Dark magic summons a horde of black wriggling monstrosities to fight on her behalf. She blinds and trips opponents, or the whole room for that matter and since she can see in the dark, she basically waltzes into the shadows as her mates take care of the unwitting victims.

Where once her Psychic magic allowed her strange scents of spices and flowers to heighten the viewing pleasure of those that watched she and her troupe, now her Psychic magic 'pushes' people to do things against their wills or influences them to think that she is their friend, or even just convinces them to fall asleep so as to allow her mates to do whatever is needed to get the job done.

She is a very, very bad person. But she is trying now to undo what profound damage she has incurred upon herself and her cracked soul. Little did she know that just by escaping the nearby influence of those criminals she adopted as her family, change would be sudden and rather welcome. It's as if something inside her vied for redemption to save her cracking soul. And though she does slip up, she tries her damndest to return back to the girl that they all knew and loved. She has been trying to rely upon the princess as a beacon of hope now that she is here in Dawn Haven. That and a rousing ember hidden in her heart is stoked in the presence of such a lovely, lovely royal beauty.</sub>