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Aconan had mainly been hanging out near the 'simple' end of the food table - whilst there was plenty of interesting and high-quality items available, there was also an area set aside with plainer things, perhaps in recognition of the fact that some trolls were more well, feral, than others. Aconan didn't like to think of herself as feral, but the point was she did rather fit that description - especially today. Knowing she had been invited to the army base, Aconan had made sure that she seemed as tough as possible - which meant (to her) sticking a plaster over the cut on her face (no visible wounds), wearing as clean and as prim clothing as possible (so a tank top with her sign on she didn't usually wear because you know, Busthind mountain - /cold/ and not the weather for tanktops unless you had a jacket on, then a pair of cargo shorts which admittedly had seen more wear on account of Aconan liked shorts, especially shorts with pockets - and oh! Her nice boots in blood-colour-green. They did stand out a little compared to her normal, plainer boots, but they were perfectly appropriate to wear, so that was good!).

It didn't stop her from wearing her howlbeast tail though. Darnit she had stuffed and dyed that fake-howlbeast tail herself and she was /proud/ of it! Especially because you know, it was like Loupsus! Talking of the oversized quad-eared howlbeast, he was hovering nearby his charge, ready to snarl at any (lowblooded) troll who looked at her funny. This was their first big trip out to the city, and darnit, he was not going to let HIS charge get hurt.

Still, the commotion at the other end garnered her attention for a second - if she were a howlbeast, her ears would have pricked. As she wasn't, it was more a subtle slide of the eyes towards the commotion. But she wouldn't intervene unless violence broke out - and anyway, it seemed someone else was already intervening. A quiet sigh escaped the young troll as she took another piece of (DELICIOUS) salted meat.

She rolled her eyes at the tealblood and tried hard not to mimic her. Eridia was a highblood, and shouldn't get easily pissed by the common folks. "There is such thing as food imports my friend." She stood up and her eyes met with Hemera's. "These aren't commoners dishes ya know? They are prepared at a specific temperature and manner, so different tastes is unlikely with recognize dishes such as these." She 'helped' the other fix her glasses by pushing the frames up to the bridge of her sniffnode.

"But," She sat down on her seat next to Chiara with her cocky smile. That was an excellent choice. "I guess we can have some fun! Two truths and a lie is my faaaavorite game!" She twitched as the other clapped her back. She really wanted her to go first didn't she? No matter.

"OK!" She clasped her hands. "I..

1- always hide on bushes.
2- am four sweeps old.
3- have never read an entire novel."

She froze up a bit at this stranger touching her. Talk about being politely condescending. The gesture left her mouth in a thin line. "Perhaps I assumed you would catch onto my thought process without me explaining. I apologize." Hemera said, hesitating about sitting down. Afryse was still out of the scene. She didn't want to abandon him, but at the same time, exposing the boy to this lot could be catastrophic between his nerves and his mouth. "There is a chocolatier in Four Fronds with excellent truffles, and some flavors are only denoted by a small drizzle of icing. Beige versus ivory. Ivory versus white. Some not at all. Some of the food here could very well follow that route. Culinary art is fascinating that way, considering the spectrum of differences between obvious and subtle. Especially with the finer things." And then there was the game they were playing. Yes, a distraction. Always good. Anything to keep trolls from yelling in public. "I think it's impossible to believe you hide in the bushes," she commented with a raise of her eyebrows. "I think few trolls would willingly choose that as a pastime." Even Hemera herself, who spent plenty of time in the rugged mountains, would rather avoid getting caught on branches.

However, Psykgi was providing the most interesting, non-threatening conversation at this point. Besides Chiara's earlier comment, maybe, but Mera still was not sure how to gauge that one. Hemera was relieved to have this other topic to talk about. "Hair dye can affect a lusus's pheromones? Fascinating. What sort of lusus do you have that could cause that sort of issue? How does it manifest?"

Cheating at her favorite game made things interesting. Eridia gave two lies and one truth and never expected Chiara's reaction. Even if she hadn't cheated, how could they expect a 3 sweep old to read long and complicated novels? Short stories, Troll Dr. Seuss books... sure! But a novel? Heck Lovedad never allowed her touch any of those unless the book in question was a classic, and those still had complicated vocabulary. The child was only allowed to read things within her age range. She couldn't resist leaving some seeds of doubt on the blueblood and gave her a sly smile. Eridia bit her lower lip, which slightly quivered. No I can't laugh! RESIST! The others picked the truth as expected. Who would think a troll of her lineage would do so? Of course the branches got in her hair and dress but she was accustomed to it. Not to mention observing someone at plain sight was hard for her and boring. Eridia never minded the dirt, she wasn't a just a delicate princess, she was something else.

"So!" She clasped her hands. "Which one y'all agree is the lieeee? Number one, number two, or number three?"

Psykgi was about to press Eridia for the lie amidst the truths, when all fell silent. She turned to the podium – was the the queen?! It was the queen! Gog! Wow! Amazing... though, Psykgi had thought she'd be bigger. Ahhh, what she wouldn't give to be able to talk to the queen, to get a glimpse inside that probably fascinating mind. Seadwellers were fascinating anyway, being waterlogged as they were, but the highest blooded troll in all the land...

Psykgi would kill for that oppurtunity.

But not yet, as her lusus softly reminded her... not yet. Someday they would have the prestige, contacts, and connections to grant her access to the queen. But not now. Not yet.

Still, Psykgi watched her hungrily as she ended her speech.

Go and volunteer, her lusus urged eagerly, squeaking in her sponge clots softly, go and volunteer. This is an oppurtunity. Psykgi should take it. Yes. Yes she should.

”Okay.” Psykgi murmured, before turning back to the trolls she was interacting with with a smile. Sure, she had been lured here under false pretences, and she wished the game could have gone on longer, but well, what could you do? ”Well, goodness. We'll have to convene some other time and finish this game, won't we! I have to go – I need to stock up on medkits, you know? Goodness, I don't want there to be a huge line for them before I hold it up, haha!” yes – she hadn't seen Leeroi yet, but now that there was the promise of a fight, she was sure to see him, and he was sure to need patching up, and others besides.

She gave Hemera an apologetic smile. ”Sorry we didn't talk more, and thanks for saving me a seat! If you're ever in Civisect, give me a call, alright? I'll make it up to ya!” she laughed and, with a little bit of a skip – perhaps – extricated herself from the group. ”See you all out there!”