[It feels a little disingenuous to Pandora to enter a friend-making contest when she knows she both can't and won't divulge any significant information about herself. But something is stirring; some confluence of fate zeroing in on the capital, turning its eye, and that eye could be either baleful or benevolent. It is either her responsibility to be present for it, or it is another of her doomed preoccupations, and whichever it be, it is just going to happen and she will just have to deal with it.
She thinks she might have been mismatched. A friend-making contest should attract the eager, if not entirely outgoing. This was supposed to be a parade of easy marks. She was not supposed to have to...like....take conversational initiative. Absolutely disgusting.
Some minutes into the arrangement, a mask of cool stoicism slides down over Erika's aura of bitter unease. It's an odd look on someone this small - but in robes, she's clearly a mage, so god only knows what her deal actually is, because mages have a license to be Like That. She takes the cue to step forward and take the note, unfolding it with small, precise motions.
....]
A scavenger hunt.
[Okay, queen, you've got her attention for now. This could be not all that bad.]
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She thinks she might have been mismatched. A friend-making contest should attract the eager, if not entirely outgoing. This was supposed to be a parade of easy marks. She was not supposed to have to...like....take conversational initiative. Absolutely disgusting.
Some minutes into the arrangement, a mask of cool stoicism slides down over Erika's aura of bitter unease. It's an odd look on someone this small - but in robes, she's clearly a mage, so god only knows what her deal actually is, because mages have a license to be Like That. She takes the cue to step forward and take the note, unfolding it with small, precise motions.
....]
A scavenger hunt.
[Okay, queen, you've got her attention for now. This could be not all that bad.]