[center][color=c2a5fd][i][h3][b]Aymiria Cassiel[/b]
[sub][sup]Bride of Zakroti Unalim [@darkwolf687], sister-bride to Annaveya [@Feisty-Pants][/sup][/sub][/h3][/i][/color][/center]

As Anna so gracefully approached Zakroti, Miry internally wilted a bit. As she spoke fluently in the Drakken tongue, the small girl withered even more. Anna was so graceful and smart and lovely. Miry knew in the back of her head that, had she had the same level of tutelage, she would have likely been of similar grace and knowledge... but still. She hadn't been, and so how could she hope to compete?

She shook herself out of those thoughts in time to hear Anna switch back into the Gemminite tongue to... offer herself in Miry's place? [color=c2a5fd]"My lady, no! You're too--"[/color] but the complaint died on her lips as Zakroti quickly put Anna's request down. Then he mentioned that they were departing shortly, and moved to leave the room, accompanied by two of his Blackguard-- Kzaar and Kilio. Miry made a note to remember the names. It was the least she could do, she figured.

She curtsied to Zak as he left, and then finally noticed the state of her clothes. The blast had absolutely destroyed her tunic and skirt - it seemed as though they were only clinging to her body by a few threads of cloth. With a muffled grumble - at this rate she was fairly sure she only had one change of clothing left - the girl walked to the corner of the room (being sure to skirt around the smears of blood from the earlier scuffle), opening the basket that she had brought from home. Sure enough, only one outfit. And ironically, it was her palace livery, the one she'd wear when serving for formal occasions. 

She hesitated for a second, then realized that modesty had no place here, not when efficiency was key. With a call of [color=c2a5fd]"don't look, I'm changing"[/color] she stripped out of the now-tattered tunic and skirt. She donned her white long-sleeved undershirt and tights, then the floor-length crimson skirt, cream short-sleeved tunic, crimson vest trimmed with gold, and braided leather belt to cinch it at the waist. She didn't have any proper shoes, much to her disappointment, but she also didn't want to bother Vain about such a trivial thing. She'd just go without. ..Or, she'd take Aery's. It wasn't like her sister would need them.

Miry choked up at the thought and quickly shook her head to dispel it. She shuffled through Aery's basket, but of course there weren't any shoes other than another wretched pair of heel-risers. Well, great. She stood up, looping the basket over her arm - even if there weren't shoes, Aery's clothes would only be a bit too big on her. Glancing down, she noted the skirt covered her feet. Good. no one would notice her lack of appropriate footwear.

The girl padded over to the bed, reaching for the blankets to make the bed. She figured it was the least she could do- the servants would already have a terrifying mess to clean up. As she pulled up the blankets she was met by a dreadful squeaking noise and two small creatures flying out of the bed.

Her own Bunny, and Leo. Because of everything else she'd nearly forgotten them. Bunny immediately nuzzled up to her hand, but Leo was more hesitant, casting around for Kasari and emitting a concerned squeak. [color=c2a5fd]"Leo, she's gone." [/color] Miry murmured. Leo squeaked again, running in a circle on the bed and peering over the edge at the smear of blood. [color=c2a5fd]"She's not coming back. I'm all that's left."[/color] Still the little lizard didn't move. Finally Miry crossed the room again, picking up Kasari's basket, and placed it on the bed with the lid open. The lizard hesitated for a second, then hopped into it. Miry closed the lid again and swung the basket over her arm. After another moment's deliberation, Miry tucked Bunny into her sister's basket, then rose from the bed again and went to stand beside Vain. [color=c2a5fd]"My lady, Vai--Narlemaewel. Is there anything that you would like me to do before we depart?"[/color]