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Trippy Hippy
Readjusting the collar of his white tunic after tucking the hem into his fitted black trousers, Graham gave himself one good look in the mirror set up over his vanity and ran a comb through his hair. Having to meet with a few of his father's former advisers in a few hours demanded he looked his best that day, even if they were only going for a quick outing into the capital. After all, appearance does influence what kind of ruler people think he'll be. Opting on leaving his cloak for when he'd actually leave for the city, Graham left his chambers and strode down the hall to grab something to eat. But before he could get far, he spotted the silver haired girl from the other night floating aimlessly about the area. She'd lost; no doubt about it. Clearing his throat, he called out to her as his scarlet orbs looked her over as if trying to sum up whether the name Nami actually fit her. The locket was all he could think about the other night, but he didn't actually get down to reading up on the crest. "Good morning, Miss... Sky? Is there something in particular that you're looking for?"