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

~[color=gray]Scoot Edition[/color]~[/center]

Scoot was sure to listen to Rya's answer very closely, quite surprised by the obvious distress she was displaying. He had noticed, when she showed up to the ceremony, that she was already injured but he hadn't actually questioned it up until this point. After all, many Drakken didn't realize their own strength when it came to the handling of the Gemminite brides. But hearing that she had done this to herself out of anxiety or straight up aggression was troubling. He felt bad for her, for all the brides present, as each and every one of them was forced to face the same thing Rya was... Only he doubted they would be allowed to express themselves the way she was. Scoot nodded thoughtfully as he loaded up the last of the food onto a tray and began walking back with Rya. As they walked she asked him another question, one much more involved than any she had asked previously. He opened his mouth to answer only to close it again as she continued to pour out question after question. When she had finished he paused for a moment with a chuckle before finally getting to answer.

"[color=gray]Yes, well I've been a servant of his household for quite a while. I doubt there's anyone who knows him better, and that includes himself.[/color]" He stated with another chuckle before his expression changed into that of concern. 

"[color=gray]To be honest, though, I haven't the faintest idea of why we came... It's completely out of character for him. But for whatever reason, he was adamant on attending this year; going on about a gut feeling. His gut feelings are rarely wrong but I can't fathom why all of a sudden this would become a priority.[/color]" Scoot shook his head.

"[color=gray]I doubt you have anything to worry about, though. After all, he did offer you protection did he not? It's more than likely you'll take up a position about the estate with the rest of us servants. You'll be fine, it's the other one I'm worried about. What in Krenta's name was he thinking?[/color]" He fell silent after cursing the man, awaiting the questions that were sure to follow only to have their attention stolen by a screaming bride. Needless to say, Scoot was quite taken aback. He had never seen a bride yell at a Drakken Lord before, well at least not like that. Worry twisted his stomach but he forced his gaze down and tightened his grip on the tray motioning to Rya that it was time for them to leave.

Much to his dismay, however, Rya had other plans. She was pointing off in the same direction as the Gem and her husband had departed to, his face paling as she asked the question he had been dreading.

"[color=gray]Y-yes but... Wait! Where are you going? It's not safe.[/color]" He called after her, hesitating a moment before he scurried after her, tray of food still in hand.

"[color=gray]Miss Rya, what are you doing? We should get back to Lord Dantanath, it's not safe wandering around without a proper mark.[/color]" Scoot tried reasoning with her, internally cursing their current path. The guy they were following was in no way a nice guy, and he didn't feel like having to explain to Azilon how he had lost one of his "brides" to another Drakken.

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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]

A rustling sound caught Sorrin's attentions, a wide smile replacing the fog of sleep as she caught sight of the other girl waking up. Beaming, she approached the other Gem and took her hands up in her own.

"[color=82ca9d]You're going to be okay now and that's all that really matters. How are you feeling?[/color]" She asked, her voice laced with concern as she inspected how the bandages were holding up. Sighing with relief Sorrin stepped back and looked over her shoulder at Lady Sia with a questioning gaze.

"[color=82ca9d]Were your friends from last night able to get their hands on her belongings? If not she can borrow some of mine until they can be replaced.[/color]" She offered before an expression of shock took over her features.

"[color=82ca9d]Oh my, I'm so sorry. Please forgive my rudeness.[/color]" Sorrin's eyes fell to the ground sheepishly, realizing how close and personal she got with a girl who was essentially a stranger. Extending her arm slowly so as not to alarm the girl, Sorrin offered her hand to shake.

"[color=82ca9d]I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Sorrin, Sorrin Lucielle. La... er... Sia is the one that picked me at the ceremony last night.[/color]" She stated, sporting another smile. 

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[center][h2][color=f26522]Kasari Liesma[/color][/h2]
Bride of Zakroti; Sister-Bride to [color=c2a5fd]Aymiria Cassiel[/color][/center]

Kasari watched the scene unfolding before her, noting the reactions of the guardsmen closely. Whoever chose Miry's twin was not a pleasant person, this much was obvious, but the slight hesitation from the Drakken side was telling. He was powerful, and now he'd be angry. It was a messy situation and she was sure it would only get worse. She maintained her composure as men were sent to their various stations, Zakroti even requesting that Ayltam move to safety. Kasari had considered the notion herself but upon being offered the chance to leave she was surprised by her own reluctance. Glancing down at Aerienna she could still feel the familiar heat radiating from her skin. For a brief moment she felt ashamed to be a wielder of flame, knowing the pain it brought others, but the moment of shame only made her angry. Fire was sacred to her, it was her entire way of life and some brute had just gone and disgraced it by using it to maliciously harm her Gemminite sister. Fingers curling into tight fists, Kasari turned and locked her gaze with Zakroti's.

"[color=f26522]This is unacceptable. Pyrus' sacred flame has many uses but this... This should never have been one. The moment you chose me at the ceremony m'lord, I became apart of your noble house. And while I am fully aware that I gain no social standing of any kind within your nation, your pride has become mine. This Drakken's flame is tainted and I will be damned if I allow it to insult you with its presence. I will stay.[/color]" She stated, eyes ablaze with her fury. Kasari knew that the Drakken's natural aggression pushed more power into the use of their elements, but she had never faced a flame she couldn't control. It was her pride as a child of Pyrus that fueled her now and she was willing to bet her life on the fact that such a filthy, disgraced flame could touch her.

Shaking her head Kasari approached her trunk of belongings and sifted through them, finally pulling forth a relatively small box. Clicking it open she withdrew a bright red ribbon that she used to tie back her hair in a ponytail fashion. While the ends of the ribbons swinging freely down her neck, Kasari expertly braided them in with her hair before twisting the braid up into a bun that she fastened with a few pins she had also drawn from the box. Completing the hairstyle was a ruby and fire opal encrusted hair pin that reflected the light as if it was itself an ember. Hair up in place, she clicked the box closed and returned it to her belongings, standing with a new air of confidence. If Gemminites were known for having warriors, one might have mistaken her for one in that moment.

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