[center][h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2]
Husband of [color=98fb98]Rya Mira[/color] and [color=skyblue]Aeila Snowblood[/color][/center]

Azilon's nap was short lived as movement behind him alerted him to danger. He had plenty of time to react to the intruder, but he could tell right away who it was and why they had come. Curious as to what she would do, Azilon continued to feign sleep until she had all but pressed the blade into his flesh. 


"[color=8493ca]That brother of yours has quite the grip on you, doesn't he Sprite?[/color]" He asked as he slid his eyes open slowly. Azilon didn't look at Aeila directly, keeping tabs on her out of the corner of his eyes as he directed his gaze toward the ceiling. He could smell the salt of her tears, the air vibrating with the trembling of her hands. He couldn't blame her for being afraid, after all the crowned prince of Drakka wasn't exactly known for being the most chivalrous of guys... He was Drakken after all. But somehow, he had his talons sunk so deep in this girl that she stood behind him ready to kill him with the blade he had given her as he had abandoned her. Exhaling slowly, Azilon sighed, finally tilting his head to look at Aeila.


"[color=8493ca]Let me give you a little bit of advice that might help you survive this wretched world. If you are going to kill something, you shouldn't falter for even a moment when facing them. If you are weaker than your intended target then your attack should fall swiftly and without hesitation. It is only if you are stronger than your target that you can afford to take your time, which is why from the moment you stepped into this room you lost.[/color]" The whole time he spoke Azilon's features maintained a neutral expression, his voice calm even as he threatened the girl that stood armed behind him.

As the last word slipped past his lips, the water from his bath sprung to life under his command. Swirling around in a snake like pattern, the mass of water launched itself in an arch over Azilon's head to Aeila's where it dropped over her like a waterfall. Chuckling to himself, the Drakken stood up from his empty bath tub and turned to face the girl.

"[color=8493ca]I have no intentions of harming you... To be honest I couldn't care less about you and that Gem girl if I tried. However, if you're going to kill me then it had better be your decision and your decision alone. And you had better be prepared for whatever comes next.[/color]" He stood for a moment longer, looking at her now soaked clothing.

"[color=8493ca]I have an extra cloth tunic that you can wear if you want to change out of that. It'll keep you from getting sick while we're still in the mountains.[/color]" He didn't even wait for a response, but instead exited the room and returned with the mentioned shirt in hand, offering it to her. Despite it being just a shirt, the sheer size difference between him and her would have made even the smallest of his shirts fit her loosely as a dress.

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Scoot scurried along at a quick, and unusually energetic pace for such an early hour. Walking beside Rya he chattered on about trivial things, such as Drakka's weather patterns and various food dishes commonly served in the country. It was his hope that Rya would find comfort in the home had had lived in for the past 30 years, so he was trying his best to shine some light on the better things about Drakka. He was quite nervous, though, seeing as Azilon had never taken brides before but considering he didn't seem to see either woman as such he was confident they would be allowed to integrate to the house with minimal strife. That all depended on the girls however.

At the pace he had set, it didn't take very long for the pair to reach the dining hall where the previous night's banquet had been held. There were a few Drakken lords already seated around the table enjoying breakfast while their brides recovered from the night's "festivities" but there were just as many servants flocking to the room to bring their masters breakfast in bed like he was. He was quick to begin putting a few plates together, gratefully accepting a serving tray offered by one of the manor's servants, and urging Rya to do the same for herself.

"[color=gray]So Miss Rya, if you don't mind my intrusion... How are you feeling after all of this? I know it must have been very stressful for you, being dragged into all of this, so I'm sure you're still processing things... But I wanted to hear in your own words how you were holding up. And don't worry, you don't have to hold anything back. I may serve m'lord Dantanath but even us servants are allowed our privacy.[/color]" He chuckled as he loaded up the tray with foods he knew to be to Azilon's liking. Somewhere off to the side of the room a small commotion was being made by a Gemminite bride, screaming something at one of the lords he suspected to be her husband... From what he could tell someone had gone missing in the night, which wasn't at all unusual, but Kushnyrik knew that it wasn't any of his business so chose to tune the ordeal out as he finished filling up the tray and awaited Rya's response to his question.

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[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
Bride of [color=f0a446]Siadamkiru Beneni[/color]; Sister-Bride to [color=808000]Onyx Briyll[/color][/center]

Nodding her head vigorously, Sorrin's eyes sparkled at the offer. She had a basic grasp of medicine, as it was necessary to know how to take care of one's self when living so far from larger populations... But she had never had any sort of formal training. She wondered what amazing things she could learn from a proper instructor, and was doubly excited to learn specifically about the foreign flora that existed in Sia's country. Despite her excitement, sleep was quick to weigh the small girl down. Skipping merrily over to the bed, Sorrin climbed in and gently snuggled up close to the other girl for extra warmth.

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Sorrin groaned as she was roused from a dreamless slumber. Sleep clung to her like moss to a rock, disorienting the small Gem in the unfamiliar space. The low light didn't help her either as she forced herself to her feet and shuffled over to her stuff. Mouth opened wide with a yawn, Sorrin clumsily changed out of the dress that she had worn the day before and into a pair of leggings. She slipped on a long sleeved tunic that draped down to her mid-thigh, the belled sleeves swishing with ever motion. Tying the small leather pouch around her waist Sorrin then completed her outfit with a pair of flats. Stuffing everything else she owned into her luggage, Sorrin turned to Sia with a sleepy grin.


"[color=82ca9d]Are we really meeting with those people? Not that I'm against it... Just why does it have to be so early in the morning?[/color]" Her words were punctuated with another large yawn, a tiny squeak escaping at its peak. 

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[center][h2][color=f26522]Kasari Liesma[/color][/h2]
Bride of Zakroti; Sister-Bride to [color=c2a5fd]Aymiria Cassiel[/color][/center]
Snuggled up to Leo, Bunny, and Miry had allowed for Kasari to sleep peacefully, void of ill dreams that might have plagued her like so many others that night. Her mind had transported her to a beautiful landscape unlike any she had ever seen before. Jagged rocks jutted up from the ground like teeth creating a circle around the centerpiece, but rather than seeming imposing each piece was decorated with carvings and offerings dedicated to each of the gods of Gemmenia. It was here that she felt at piece surrounded by wild flora and fauna, the most connected to her heritage than she had ever been before. She could have stayed like that forever had something not been nagging at her to return to reality. Drawn to the center structure, she gazed into a jewel encrusted mirror embedded in the rock. Moving of its own accord, Kasari's reflection held out her hand to her as if to beckon her forward. Passing through the mirror as if it were not but rippling water, Kasari found herself falling through the darkness.

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Eyes fluttering open, Kasari was quick to note that the bed beside her was empty of her sister bride. Pushing herself up to a sitting position she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, squinting to focus her vision before her.

"[color=f26522]What's going on?[/color]" She groaned groggily shifting her gaze between Miry, who held a familiar looking girl in her arms, and her new husband who looked as stern as ever. Even in her fatigued state, Kasari was able to make a couple of connections for herself. From what she could tell, the girl in Miry's arms must have been her twin sister that had been chosen by the brute at the previous night's ceremony. Her heart went out to the poor girl, seeing as something must have happened to her for her to have ended up where she did. She sensed that the girl was in great pain, but this only made her worry more considering Zakroti's locked gaze on her. Kasari doubted the sister had any sort of permission to be in their room, let alone one belonging to another Drakken lord. No matter how one looked at it, this was trouble.

Doubtful of either girl's ability to explain the situation, Kasari slid to the edge of the bed and hopped down with a yawn. She moved to approach the two girls to ask what happened but stopped dead in her tracks before she made it too close. It was faint, but Kasari was sure that she could feel the heat of Pyrus radiating from the sleeping one's skin. Biting back bile, Kasari took a step back instead, knowing that her own aura would only cause the girl more pain.

"[color=f26522]I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding, right Miry?[/color]" She turned concerned eyes toward her sister bride, urging her to cooperate. Miry wasn't a fool, naïve maybe, but no fool. She had to have known that her sister's being there could spell trouble for the whole lot of them. Should her sister's husband find her missing and track her down to a room belonging to Zakroti, his life could be at risk... Meaning their lives could also be in jeopardy... Or at least their physical well being. The last thing either of them wanted was an angry Drakken taking revenge by taking one or both of them away to do with whatever he wished. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

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