The Regent and I adorned ourselves in persona and costume
and ventured to Silvermoon for last week’s outing. Her character was of a very
happy person, a track racer, while I was supposed to be an odd zhevra rehabilitation specialist. We wandered about the city and
disturbed many denizens with our conversation.
One gentleman in particular with garish red pants found the attention
aggravating. He seemed to think us annoying, yet refused to walk away because he
had nothing else to entertain himself with. Another man walked up and defended
us in charming fashion. As I consider it, all of those we
interacted with were men. Curious.
It was difficult to remain within the role when the
red-panted man grew agitated however. No weapons were drawn (which amused the Regent
later, calling us “harmless ninnies”) but had he become violent the ruse would
not have been my prime concern.
Still, despite efforts the Regent rated my
performance as satisfactory. Which may mean that she will wish to do this
again. I am not certain I am so excited for the prospect.
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