Field Marshal’s daughter’s debut (IC)

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Aisha Effendi is the daughter of Field Marshal Mehmet Khalid Suleiman Effendi. Due to her now being sixteen years of age (the age of majority and marriageable age in Sharifistan), she is being presented in society in a cotillion at her father’s house in Portstone, Baydor.
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[Insaanistan]

Bashar arrives in Baydor outside the house and waits to be allowed in.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Bashar arrives in Baydor outside the house and waits to be allowed in.

A Pashtun soldier from the Royal City of Industry Infantry, allows him in “As-Salaam Alaykum, Effendi.” says the soldier.

[Insaanistan]

Bashar arrives in Baydor outside the house and waits to be allowed in.

A Pashtun soldier from the Royal City of Industry Infantry, allows him in “As-Salaam Alaykum, Effendi.” says the soldier.

“Wa-alaykum salaam. I...I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq. I’m here to... uh...er...”

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

A Pashtun soldier from the Royal City of Industry Infantry, allows him in “As-Salaam Alaykum, Effendi.” says the soldier.

“Wa-alaykum salaam. I...I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq. I’m here to... uh...er...”

“You want to marry the commander’s daughter?” He asked. “If so you have good judgement, Shahzade*.” went on the soldier.
*Prince

[Insaanistan]

“Wa-alaykum salaam. I...I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq. I’m here to... uh...er...”

“You want to marry the commander’s daughter?” He asked.

“I...yes,” he said, looking down.

[Insaanistan]

“Wa-alaykum salaam. I...I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq. I’m here to... uh...er...”

“You want to marry the commander’s daughter?” He asked. “If so you have good judgement, Shahzade*.” went on the soldier.
*Prince

“R... really? I’d sure like to meet her, inshallah.”

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“You want to marry the commander’s daughter?” He asked.

“I...yes,” he said, looking down.

“What is there to be ashamed of, Shahzade?” asked the soldier, “you will meet her inshallah, she’s inside” he continued.

[Insaanistan]

“I...yes,” he said, looking down.

“What is there to be ashamed of, Shahzade?” asked the soldier, “you will meet her inshallah, she’s inside” he continued.

“I... never mind. I will go inside.”

He went to go see Aisha.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“What is there to be ashamed of, Shahzade?” asked the soldier, “you will meet her inshallah, she’s inside” he continued.

“I... never mind. I will go inside.”

He went to go see Aisha.

“Hello Shahzade.” said Aisha, blushing and trying to pull her hijab to her face but also smiling. She was clearly being coyly flirtatious.

[Insaanistan]

“I... never mind. I will go inside.”

He went to go see Aisha.

“Hello Shahzade.” said Aisha, blushing and trying to pull her hijab to her face but also smiling. She was clearly being coyly flirtatious.

Bashar was amazed. She was beautiful. In fact, he nearly said that out loud, but stopped himself after saying “y...”
Lower your gaze. he thought to himself, quickly looking down and blushing.
“Salaamu alaykum wa rahmat allah. M-merhaba. I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq of Insaanistan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Aisha.”

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“Hello Shahzade.” said Aisha, blushing and trying to pull her hijab to her face but also smiling. She was clearly being coyly flirtatious.

Bashar was amazed. She was beautiful. In fact, he nearly said that out loud, but stopped himself after saying “y...”
Lower your gaze. he thought to himself, quickly looking down and blushing.
“Salaamu alaykum wa rahmat allah. M-merhaba. I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq of Insaanistan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Aisha.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lor..., my Muslim brother.” she said, smiling and blushing. She was a woman of average height* with a slender build, dark, enchanting eyes and extremely pale skin. Aside from her eye colour and accent she could easily pass for a white convert. She had the mannerisms of a teenage girl raised in the Sharifistani nobility: kind, shy and demure whilst projecting an air of sophistication.

*for a Turkish woman

[Insaanistan]

Bashar was amazed. She was beautiful. In fact, he nearly said that out loud, but stopped himself after saying “y...”
Lower your gaze. he thought to himself, quickly looking down and blushing.
“Salaamu alaykum wa rahmat allah. M-merhaba. I am Bashar dan Bashir Sadiq of Insaanistan. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Aisha.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lor..., my Muslim brother.” she said, smiling and blushing. She was a woman of average height* with a slender build, dark, enchanting eyes and extremely pale skin. Aside from her eye colour and accent she could easily pass for a white convert. She had the mannerisms of a teenage girl raised in the Sharifistani nobility: kind, shy and demure whilst projecting an air of sophistication.

*for a Turkish woman

“Should we uh... should we sit?”

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lor..., my Muslim brother.” she said, smiling and blushing. She was a woman of average height* with a slender build, dark, enchanting eyes and extremely pale skin. Aside from her eye colour and accent she could easily pass for a white convert. She had the mannerisms of a teenage girl raised in the Sharifistani nobility: kind, shy and demure whilst projecting an air of sophistication.

*for a Turkish woman

“Should we uh... should we sit?”

“No we should dance the Minuet, my Prince.” she said as the music of Joseph Haydn played in the background.

[Insaanistan]

“Should we uh... should we sit?”

“No we should dance the Minuet, my Prince.” she said as the music of Joseph Haydn played in the background.

“Oh,” he said. He hadn’t ballroom danced since his parents forced him into a class when he was ten, but he certainly didn’t want to appear poorly in front of Aisha. He stood in front of her and prepared to dance.

[Hopal]

Lieutenant Brian Sckenifiki arrives in Baydor and walks up to the home of the Field Marshal, he waits outside looking around admiring the landscape.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

Lieutenant Brian Sckenifiki arrives in Baydor and walks up to the home of the Field Marshal, he waits outside looking around admiring the landscape.

“As-Salaam Alaykum, Fatah Sharif*” said the same Pashtun guard outside the gate. He supported the Hopalians and their efforts.

*Lieutenant; literally “young nobleman.”

[Insaanistan]

Bashar looked at Aisha as they danced. She truly was incredibly beautiful. He felt a strong urge to kiss her, but desperately fought it.
You barely know each other, he admonished himself. You don’t even know if she likes you better.

[Hopal]

Lieutenant Brian Sckenifiki arrives in Baydor and walks up to the home of the Field Marshal, he waits outside looking around admiring the landscape.

“As-Salaam Alaykum, Fatah Sharif*” said the same Pashtun guard outside the gate. He supported the Hopalians and their efforts.

*Lieutenant; literally “young nobleman.”

He smiled "Wa alaykumu s-salam, hello." "You are Pashtun, if I am correct?" He supported the siege of the capital of Communist Sharifistan.

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“As-Salaam Alaykum, Fatah Sharif*” said the same Pashtun guard outside the gate. He supported the Hopalians and their efforts.

*Lieutenant; literally “young nobleman.”

He smiled "Wa alaykumu s-salam, hello." "You are Pashtun, if I am correct?" He supported the siege of the capital of Communist Sharifistan.

“You are correct, brother. I am a Sharifistani Pashtun, a soldier and a Muslim.” He said, “you are a white man, like the correct Sultan if I am correct?”

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

He smiled "Wa alaykumu s-salam, hello." "You are Pashtun, if I am correct?" He supported the siege of the capital of Communist Sharifistan.

“You are correct, brother. I am a Sharifistani Pashtun, a soldier and a Muslim.” He said, “you are a white man, like the correct Sultan if I am correct?”

“You are allowed in, my brother.” The Pashtun guard, a six feet tall, 22 year old Lance-Corporal, continues.

[Insaanistan]

“So Aisha. What do you like to do?”

[Hopal]

He smiled "Wa alaykumu s-salam, hello." "You are Pashtun, if I am correct?" He supported the siege of the capital of Communist Sharifistan.

“You are correct, brother. I am a Sharifistani Pashtun, a soldier and a Muslim.” He said, “you are a white man, like the correct Sultan if I am correct?”

"Yes" he replied "I'm a Hopalian, I converted to Islam after fighting to protect a mosque, the Imam there was so very devout." he paused for a moment "We had a conversation after the battle, we talked about the merits of religion, the various aspects of Islam, and he was the one who convinced me to convert."

[Insaanistan]

“So Aisha. What do you like to do?”

/bump

[Champagne Socialist Sharifistan]

“So Aisha. What do you like to do?”

“I like to play chess, write poetry, read, ride horses, do judo and take care of my pets.” She said, smiling cutely.