[color=pink][b][h3][center]Amaryllis[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Ama turned her sights to the girl next to her, such a small thing. Ama's expression softened as her smile faded into a softer version of one. She imagined the girl played quite beautifully. She would like to hear it from time to time provided they were given that opportunity. 

[b]"Well, that's not quite what I had in mind when I offered you the glass but yes, I suppose the floor could do with a wash." [/b]

Her heart skipped a beat as her head spun around from Miry to face her new husband, her soft expression gone once again. Her eyes narrowed as she kept her eyes on him again. The girl had distracted her, she needed to keep alert around this man. She'd heard the stories, she knew what they were capable of and what they had done to Gem brides. 

[b]"You wish me to guess? Very well. Let me first say that, when last I checked, the Amaryllis did not have thorns."[/b]

Her expression changed once again, what once shown the fierceness of a lioness, now held confusion in it's midst. However, it didn't last very long as the information sunk in. So he was well informed. Then he would know that this flower can grow in sand or dirt. Ama wasn't a frail flower that needed protecting. She, unlike her namesake, had formed her own thorns. 

[b]"You, my dear, are as stubborn as that which you claim as your own. Good, determination shall serve you well, but you would also do well to remember that with a shovel dirt is drawn from the ground, wood gives way to the axe and with the right tools even the rocky roots of the world will crumble."[/b]

She wanted to retort, but she knew (yes even the stubbornest of fools know when to stop doing stupid things) that it was in her best interest just to keep her mouth closed. She would be careful with her jabs at him. But still... A smile formed on her face.

[i][color=pink]Even a fool knows that underneath those rocky roots of the world lie diamonds ready to retaliate against the hard hand that strikes their earth. And diamonds, my friend, are the sharpest of them all. Well... besides obsidian...[/color][/i]

She narrowed her eyes again as he told them his elements. Fire and Earth. A small smile grew on her lips. Both elements that with a little breeze would easily be bested. She looked down at her sister bride. Too bad the Air Gem was so shy. 

Ama watched Zakroti carefully as he walked over to a small table in the corner of the room and sat down, drinking leisurely. Ama had to admit she was rather thirsty, but she wasn't going to take anything from him. She'd starve herself before doing anything for him. A small chuckle escaped her lips at the thought. At least then her death would be at her own hands, on her own terms. 

She listened as he spoke of this banquet. She felt a giddy sensation in her stomach as laughter moved its way up her throat. A small chuckle escaped her lips. What a joke he was telling her. He would let her be on her own? Dead Gems don't have freedoms. Well, it didn't really matter. She had no interest in the other gems, much less her sister bride either. Though, she did feel a strong urge to protect the girl. But on the same token, she also felt no need to live much longer anyway. What was the point of it? To let a Drakken man control her? 

Lost in her own silly thoughts, Ama jumped as a ball of cloth bounced off of her chest and tumbled down to the floor, near the puddle of water she'd created. She blinked at it for a moment, her own thoughts having dulled her emotions. She would have been frightened previously but her latest thoughts left her numb and cold. 

[b]"Well, as you have started the job I suppose you should finish it. Thank you for offering to clean it, I will ensure the staff know to thank you as we leave."[/b]

She blinked, looking up at him from the cloth when her emotions slowly began to return. There, on her lips, one could see a small twitch as the corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk. Her eyes narrowed into an expression not unlike a sly snake. She put a mock smile on her face before answering him.

[color=pink]"Why, of course, [i]your grace[/i]."[/color] She told him, a certain bite to her words despite her best efforts to hide it. She bent down towards the cloth and picked it up. Turning on her heels, she stayed low to the ground and let the cloth soak up the water, being sure to scrub the floor as she did. She took her time with this, picking up the cloth to see the dirt it had collected. Once she was satisfied that she'd picked up a good amount of dirt, she let the cloth soak up with the cold water once again. 

Her wicked smile returned once again as she slowly raised up and turned to look back at Zakroti, who was still sipping his water. It was actually a rather tough decision to make... pour the water on him? Throw the cloth at him? Pour the dirty water into his drink? Into the pitcher? There were so many options! She honestly didn't know which she liked more. Throwing the wet cloth at him sounded nice, but he'd probably easily be able to dry off with both Miry's air and his own fire. Hmm...

Her decision made, Ama slowly made way for Zakroti's table, sending him a wide and toothy grin. [color=pink]"Your grace, I've done as you asked."[/color] She told him, lifting the cloth over the water pitcher. She wrung the cloth out over the pitcher, a calm expression on her face, and then dunked it down, as if washing the cloth in the water basin. When she was done, she lifted the cloth out of the pitcher and slung it into Zakroti's face.

[color=pink]"Sorry about that. It just slipped."[/color] She told him with a deadpan voice as she walked back to her original spot. She'd probably catch hell for that, but at this point, she didn't care. What could he do to her, an already dead gemminite woman? Nothing.