[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
Bride of [color=f0a446]Siadamkiru Beneni[/color][/center]

Sorrin was happy that Sia stood there actually listening to her speak, as back home not many did. They all thought she was sweet, but many of the people brushed her off as a dimwitted child. She couldn't blame them as sometimes her thoughts were a little scatter brained and naive, but they didn't have to be so rude about it. Here however, Sia listened and took her words into consideration, even offering a counterpoint like a real adult conversation. For the thousandth time Sorrin's eyes were sparkling with admiration, even as she brought up the topic of who she could worship. Even as naive as she was, Sorrin did know that it was quite abnormal for a Gemminite to be able to take their faith with them, or to worship anyone but a Drakken god within the walls of their household. As flattered as she was, Sorrin shook her head with a calm smile.

"[color=82ca9d]If the Gemminite gods could follow me out this far, your lands probably wouldn't still be the way they are. I will certainly pay my respects to them with your permission, however I think it would be nice to learn a little bit about the gods who rule the realm that is to be my new home... Lest my ignorance bring bad luck upon your estate.[/color]" Sorrin had already learned a few things about the Drakken gods from her teachings of the world's history. Both tales intertwined with each other, so it would be hard not to recognize the names... However as with all things, the Gemminite were baised against the brutish nature the Drakken followed, hence why she was so interested in learning the full story. They couldn't possibly be as bad as everyone made them out to be... Just like Sia wasn't anything like the nightmarish stories, told to scare children no doubt, had led her to believe. Lost in her thoughts she nearly missed the hushed conversation Sia and the strange non-Drakken man were having, getting pulled in by a comment made about breaking brides. She didn't like the sound of it, and the image in her mind was a lot worse than she had inticipated. A shiver running down her spine, Sorrin chuckled nervously before looking around the room at the various Gem girls being shepherded off to gods know what.

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

Arms folded across her chest, Kasari watched on with fascination as Zakroti's bodyguard stormed off in compliance with her request. She knew she held no real authority, and that he only did so because Zakroti offered the solution, however there was something about the situation that made her feel powerful... And it wasn't all that unpleasant of a feeling for her. Yet she found herself wincing as the fighting began, each clang of weapon against sheild or armor a reminder of what she had asked for. Certainly there could have been a better way to terrify the monsters without etting physical, or at least she thought until she remembered where she was. She watched with concern as Kzaar twisted the man over the banister, the pain of the encounter causing the one soldier to yield and his comrade to flee the attacker faster than a rabbit flees from a fox. Finding the display more satisfying than she would have liked, Kasari turned away assuming that the whole thing was behind her. Much to her surprise, they weren't quite through with the man yet. 

Thrown to his knees before them, he begged for Zakroti's forgiveness just for them to turn around and put the mercy in her hands. Caught off guard by the situation, Kasari hesitated. It was within this moment of hesitation that she realized something was going on behind her. She caught the tail end of whatever Miry had been saying, but from her tone she could tell that it wasn't anything good. It sounded like a challenge, and to their husband's own grandfather at that. She had to admit that she was impressed by the girl's audacity, but as the words left her mouth Kasari knew her to be in for a world of hurt. As if on cue, the girl was forced to the ground as her clothes were torn from her and burnt. The young fire Gem had to grit her teeth to keep from reacting rashly, her breath quickening from her pent up rage. How could he just treat her like that? Miry might have been in the wrong this time, but that wasn't any excuse for that kind of treatment she had just recieved. Obviously shaken, Miry was wrapped in Ayltam's cloak and escorted away by Zakroti to find new clothing.

Seething with anger, Kasari turned furious eyes back to the man kneeling before her. She might not have been able to take out her frustration on the head of the house, but she sure as hell could blow off a little steam using the pathetic mutt. Fists clenched tightly Kasari hissed as she took a step closer to the soldier, now the one looking down at him.

"[color=f26522]You must think I'm some kind of push-over, asking for forgiveness like that. Bullies, the lot of you! And you all just get away with it, expecting us to smile and nod our heads dumbly to every word you say.[/color]" The temperature around Kasari began to increase dramatically, beads of sweat forming on the soldier's skin as she neared him. Fury filled eyes locked on the menace as she wound her arm back and let it loose. Her fist connecting with the man's nose, she almost cried out as something crunched under the force. WIthdrawing her hand to her chest, she cringed as her bruised knuckles creaked under the violent outburst, but she was rather proud to see blood dripping down from the guys nose. She wasn't sure who was more shocked, her or the soldier, but Kasari wasn't going to let the moment go to waste.

"[color=f26522]You touch another Gemminite in your life and I will bring the full fury of Pyrus down upon your head. Now get lost.[/color]" The fire Gem hissed, now cradling her pulsing hand. Kasari wasn't sure the extent of the damage she had done to herself, but the important part was that she felt a lot better now that she had hit someone who had done her wrong. It must have seemed very backwards for a Gem, but she found those born under Pyrus' gaze tended to be on the more abnormal side... The natural born warriors of her people. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Kasari used her good hand to correct any flaws in her outfit and hair before turning apologetic gazes towards the group that had been watching her little outburst.

"[color=f26522]I apologize for my outburst, I'm not usually this... volatile. You have my word that I will be on my best behavior from now on.[/color]" For a moment she feared that she might incurr the wrath of the grandfather as well for what she did to another of his kind, the girl waiting nervously with her eyes downcast for any sort of reaction from those around her that would hint at her fate.

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