Settling down a little, Victoria folded her arms across her chest, giving Miss Valenduris a pouty look. "I thought the game was supposed to be subtle, anyway," she commented as she looked from the older girl to the scattered goods from the destroyed crate. "You're lucky none of that hit me. Mother would be livid if I ruined a dress in town. At least at home there's a reason for things to get messy."

Not that Victoria's mother really approved of her riding through mud and muck on the estate, but at least riding habits were meant to get filthy. And her hems were not quite fully lowered to the floor yet, so she didn't get them too muddy running about the estate on foot, though her shoes were quite another story. She didn't wear her nice clothes for running about, but the thought still crossed her mind. "Aren't the white bands supposed to mean you're meant to play the defender? And those with bands of black are meant to be the aggressors?"

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