[Pamela Isley is a noble, albeit the daughter of a fourth son. She's said her hellos to Judge Fabre and to his wife whom the party is being thrown in honour of. Now she's making the rounds. Her parents have nagged at her to be here to mingle, and she's trying to make the best of it. Part of her would much rather be in the lab or out doing field research in the forest, but such is a part of noble life. It did get her a nice new green dress, so there is that.
The spring air, at least, is lovely, and she has her Roselia, Basil, here and perched on her shoulder with her. Spotting one of the Fabre sons, she stops over to greet him in the hallway. There's a mildly amused smile when she sees the entire tray of appetizers in his hand.]
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The spring air, at least, is lovely, and she has her Roselia, Basil, here and perched on her shoulder with her. Spotting one of the Fabre sons, she stops over to greet him in the hallway. There's a mildly amused smile when she sees the entire tray of appetizers in his hand.]
I was wondering where those got off to. Hello.