Zakroti couldn't help smirking at Aymiria's description of the 'shoes'. "You look fine as you are, I certainly wouldnt mistake you for a child. Forget about the damnable things." He commented as they moved on.

Zakroti watched Kasari with some interest; she was bolder than the other, certainly, she carried herself with far more confidence than Aymiria. He thought he saw amusement for a moment when he had commented on her clothing. Speaking of which, Ayltam seemed to have become somewhat mesmerised by it ever since she mentioned it having been popular in her village.

"I never said I did not like it. Quite the opposite, I found it to be quite eye-catching, which I ascribe to those jewels." He nodded to them before continuing "It is an interesting choice compared to the more courtly styles of the other young women here, wouldn't you say? You can tell a lot about a person by how they choose to make their first impressions."

"I too am pleasured to make your acquaintance, Kasari. I am Zakroti Unalim, Muth of Varlasmoras." Zakroti said with another smile; He had a feeling that this was going to be interesting to say the least, she seemed as though she was relatively strong and it was apparent that she was bold enough, no she didn't act like she was afraid (and in fairness, why should she? She was only a few inches taller than him, she probably thought he was a joke.) He ran his eyes down her arm, taking note of the forming bruises from her presumably rough handling at the hands of the guards. Perhaps she had out up a struggle. "I see you already managed to get yourself dragged around by the guards; Did you put up a struggle or were they simply being their usual, brutish selves?"

"Performing with fire you say? Now that might be interesting to see." Zakroti glanced up towards Ayltam, who looked down towards Zakroti with a quick smile. The evidently both found this idea to be of at least marginal interest "Gais epe wre, Ayltam?"

"O ulma nit Kasarieiz kori zan arvar. Kasarieiz vefia a sil, na acta narfin carac. Geh a tyr e o gaiar kala stare bis agea; niz evia ma bal a arvar." Ayltam replied as she looked Kasari up and down quickly before giving her a nervous smile. Zakroti nodded slowly, glancing over his shoulder towards his grandfather. The anger on his face had subsided somewhat and he was now berating Qeynate for Gods know what. There was always something he could pick up on, always something you had done terribly wrong. 

He paused in consideration for a few moments; she was beautiful and strong, that would make her a prestigious item. She didn't appear to be boring either, she was rather different to the average bride. Even his grandfather would have to concede this choice.

Zakroti looked back towards Kasari and gave a short nod "Well, Kasari, I look forwards to seeing such a performance when we return to Mu'Jupostat, if it would not be too much to ask of you." Zakroti replied with a small smile. 

Ayltam turned away to look towards Miry, apparently having understood that she wasn't going to get to interrogate Kasari yet. She spoke quietly to the short Gem "The honour is mine Aymiria. From where in Gemminia do you hail?" When inquired, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left as she did. Zakroti listened for the answer himself, though Ayltam moved away a few paces and looked up to the ceiling. It was quite clear that she had a lot of questiomns to ask, and she fired several off at once "Was that girl you were with your sister? Are there Gemminite halls that actually look like this room or is this just for show? What's it like in Gemminia? They say it's very beautiful. Are you a noble girl? My sister says that we shouldnt talk to people who don't have noble blood."

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