[center][h2]Amalia Solair[/h2]
[sub]Bride of Unknown
Interacting with: Lienna [@Obscene Symphony] [/sub][/center]

Amalia's attention was taken from her plate to the pale haired girl who sat across from her.
[color=baa7c7]"Excuse me? Are you from Maanku?"[/color] she asked.
Amalia shook her head. "No, but I have heard of it in my studies. I am from Artane, on the Emerald Coast. My name is Amalia."
While she spoke Amalia took in the girl. She was very pretty. They looked very similar. One would almost assume they were from the same place. But while Amalia's beauty was more soft, like gentle waves lapping against the shore, this girl had an ethereal beauty, like the sheen of freshly fallen snow in a glade. There was little doubt she would be fought over.

Amalia guessed her to be either a Water or an Air Gem. While Amalia looked like an Air Gem thanks to her father's genes, she got her abilities from her Earth Gem mother.

Quiet conversation with some whimpers drifted through the dining hall. Amalia shook her head. "Some of them will not survive their first night. My heart aches for them. I can only pray the Great Mother will give me her strength.," she looked at her companion curiously. "Do you pray to the Great Mother? I know that some have lost faith in her. Truly it is difficult at times to hold on when such things happen to us."

A cup slammed down next to her. A girl who looked like an Earth Gem sobbed. "What is the point of praying? The Great Mother has abandoned us! Why else would she not heed our cries and answer our prayers? We are abandoned! We are cursed!"
Amalia put her arms around the girl, trying to quiet her outburst. "Quiet please," she pleaded gently. "If you become hysterical they will surely punish you. Calm. Please. I know you are scared. I am too. Even if you do not have faith in the Great Mother anymore, remember her teachings: be humble, be kind, be generous. Such traits are true beauty and will be rewarded," Amalia soothed her, running a hand over her hair and rocking her gently as the girl cried into her chest.

"What if I am chosen by a Drakken who is as ugly as he is cruel?" the girl sobbed. "What if he tortures and kills me for entertainment?"
"As pretty as you are?" Amalia asked, pulling back to brush the girl's hair from her face. "You will surely be fought over by the most handsome of Drakken. And Drakken do value hard work. Do your best and your future husband may treat you fairly."

The girl hiccupped and looked at Amalia with a mixture of disbelief and wonder. "How can you be so positive?"
"Because I refuse to become the alternative," Amalia answered. "I will not let their hatred destroy who I am."

[hider=Summary]Amalia makes small talk with Lienna and observes her beauty before calming a hysterical Gem. 

I'm sorry it is so short. This is not reflective of my normal post length.[/hider]