[center][h3][b][color=f0a446]Siadamkiru Beneni[/color][/b][/h3]
[sub]Wife of Sorrin Lucielle [@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/center]
Sia laughed, a warm, rich chuckle, and rubbed Sorrin’s shoulder reassuringly. [color=f0a446]“Just Sia, not Lady Sia. Unless you would prefer I call you Lady Sorrin, instead of just Sorrin.”[/color] Again the large Drakken woman smiled, and then her gaze went slightly unfocused as she said, [color=f0a446]“Much of our land is not inhabitable, and it does have a history of being violent. But it is not intolerable. There is much beauty to be found in these lands. My home, for instance, is nestled into a valley between two mountains. It is cold and dry, and in the winter we can often be barricaded inside by the piles of snow. But in the spring and summer a stream runs through the valley, crystal clear and making music. The wildflowers creep up the sides of the mountains and paint the whole valley in pinks and purples, and little creatures can often be seen playing. And even in the winter when we are barricaded in, there’s… well, you’ll have to see it for yourself. A window where you can see everything, easily a hundred miles in every direction, all the way to where the Spine rises up from the plains.”[/color] Her voice went fuzzy and distant as she described her home. Sia quite hoped the small Gemminite would like it there; even if she did miss her home, it wasn’t like Sia could send her back. 


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[center][h3][i][color=c2a5fd]Aymiria Cassiel[/color][/i][/h3]
[sub]Bride of Zakroti Unalim [@darkwolf687]; sister-bride with Kasari Liesma [@weepingliberty][/sub][/center]

There it was again. The foreign language. This time there were… added suffixes? Kasar-ee-yez?  Maybe it changed the meaning of the word?

Again Miry filed the sounds away for future reference, trying to figure out what the words could mean. The inflection was somewhat similar to the common tongue, which made her think that perhaps the words were in a similar pattern?

No matter.

Ayltam leaned down and spoke to her quietly; Miry looked up at the girl with a warm smile. She was just a gentle giant. Not the kind to hurt people, it seemed like. She was rather surprised by the torrent of words that came out of the Drakken girl’s mouth, though.

Miry giggled nervously and tried to answer all of the questions, though she was likely incoherently babbling. [color=c2a5fd]“I come from the capital city, it’s called Elenath, which means “universe”, more or less anyway, in our ancient language. Legend says that the very first gemminites who lived there named it such because they saw it in the wintertime. The rivers that flow on the sides of the city flow too fast to freeze over, but they make a thick fog at night, so thick you can’t even see anything, and then in the morning there are ice crystals all over everything, so thick that in the sunlight it sparkles like all the stars in the universe were combined. The other girl I was with, her name is Aerienna, and yes, she’s my twin sister. And I don’t think we’re of particularly noble birth, I mean, my mother was the queen’s junior seamstress and chamber-maid but I’m not sure that counts. I guess one could say that technically now I am a part of a noble household, though, as a consequence of this Choosing, but it is up to your uncle to inform me of what my role in this household is to be.”[/color] She looked at Zakroti out of the corner of her eye as she said this, wondering if he’d take the hint. Then she thought for a moment and then added something else, [color=c2a5fd]”As far as the architecture goes, it really varies a lot from place to place. The whole city of Elenath is beautiful, old buildings, but maybe not so flashy as this. The palace is truly magnificent… Perhaps someday, if you would like me to, I might paint a picture of it for you.”[/color] Miry again smiled up at the girl. She was fairly practiced with watercolor painting, one of the many hobbies she had tried as a child and young adult, and as a water Gem she had an extra advantage of being able to put the paints exactly where she wanted them to go and only soak in so much as she wanted them to.

Miry snapped out of her thoughts and looked up. It seemed Zakroti had been pleased with her suggestion after all. She smiled up at Kasari as the girl stood near her. Then she remembered something Kasari had mentioned earlier.

[color=c2a5fd]“My name is Aymiria Cassiel. A daughter of Naia. If you would be willing, perhaps one day we could go over some of the dances you know? I’m, well, I’m a flutist, and I was thinking maybe I could play the accompaniment for your dancing?”[/color] She blushed a little at the awkward way the question came out. But at least she had asked it already, before the thought had slipped her mind.