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

Before they had departed, while Scoot was ushering the two "brides" into the carriage, Azilon inquired about the aura of unease settling upon the festive site. From what he had been able to gather, a dispute over brides had occurred between two well known Drakken and had resulted in the death of two Gem brides and several warriors. An unfortunate situation to be sure, but not one he was going to stick around for. After all, if both of the Gem lives lost belonged to one Drakken, the likelihood that they would go searching for replacements went up immensely. Had his fight against the prince of Drakka gone a little more favorably for him such a challenge might not have seemed so daunting. As much as he hated to admit it though, Azilon was quite realistic about his current situation. His injuries still ached him, even now as the small group made their way from the Keep.

A sudden burst of energy pulled Azilon from his thoughts, the man slowing his horse to ride beside the carriage curiously. Not at all surprising was the voice of Rya, chattering away about Aeila's lack of Drakken appearance. Chuckling silently to himself, he poised himself to push his steed along, only to flinch as his own name was called out the window. [color=8493ca][i]Eat our young?[/i][/color] He couldn't help the slight confusion that twisted his features as he tried to figure out where such a nonsensical rumor had originated from. [color=8493ca][i]Some imagination.[/i][/color] Azilon thought to himself as Rya took a moment to breathe before rocketing of yet another question for him. Exhaling slowly, the man wondered how he got himself into such a situation.

"[color=8493ca]In a manner of speaking I guess you could say that we do, but it is more of a metaphorical sense than a literal one.[/color]" He responded honestly. Without a doubt there had been some Drakken somewhere who might have taken such a thought to heart but it didn't seem all that practical of thing to do, so he doubted there were very many who had even let it cross their minds. Shaking his head, Azilon chased the odd train of thought from his mind and turned to answer Rya's second question. However, before he had a chance to reject her request she had disappeared back inside to ridicule her travelling partner. Somewhere up ahead, Azilon could hear Scoot's exhausted sigh as the man realized his current job as carriage driver was going to be more lively than he would have preferred.

"[color=8493ca]You girls are going to be a handful, aren't you?[/color]" He growled, though the sound was more out of amusement than annoyance. "[color=8493ca]Now that I think about it, though... The little Sprite and I did get a chance to talk for a little while this morning, I guess it would only be fair to allow you the same courtesy. However, the only way you're going to get out of there is if you ride with me. So just how badly do you want out of there?[/color]" He smirked, a cunning glint flashing behind his eyes as he offered a hand out to the still moving carriage. A girl like her, he doubted would have any problems making the leap from moving carriage to moving horse, but could she push her own pride down enough to ride on the back of the same horse as him? He was quite curious to see how far he could push the little Gem, after all, Aeila couldn't be his only entertainment.

[@Ellion] [@NarcissisticPotato]

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

Sorrin's height shortened for a moment as her body adjusted to the extra weight that was Sia's cloak now resting on her shoulders. However, the cloak provided a lot more protection against the chill than her clothes alone could. Gratefully, Sorrin pulled the cloak tighter around herself as Sia led the way through the keep. The small Gem was confused for a moment as to why Sia would still have her guard up so high when it was so obvious that the Gem shuffling along beside her was a claimed bride, but then again if the previous night's events were any indicator, things could quickly change for the worse. It was times like these that Sorrin was even more grateful that Sia had picked her before any of the brutes could, had things gone differently she wasn't sure how long she could have lasted.

It took a little while to reach the stables from the room, mostly because Sorrin was so slow in comparison to the Drakken, however this meant that all the horses were ready by the time they got there so there was no point in time which Sorrin would be left unattended. Beaming, Sorrin carefully approached one of the horses offering her hand out gingerly. She had always admired horses and had even learned to ride a bit herself, though she hated to admit she wasn't very good at it yet. Making a mental note, Sorrin reminded herself to ask Sia later about perhaps teaching her to ride a little better.

Accepting Sia's hand, Sorrin climbed up into the saddle and settled in front of her new friend. She had no way of knowing how long the trip would be but rather than allowing the unknowns to daunt her she instead focused on all the new things she would learn along the way. It was a whole new world for her out there, and she was determined to learn as much about it as she possibly could. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Sorrin offered up a prayer to the mother of gods that their journey would be a safe one before snapping them back open with a gleam of excitement.

[@RomanAria]