[center][h2][color=E9967A]Bree[/color][/h2][sub] Wife of ? Interacting with: Arden [@Pupperr],[/sub][/center] [color=E9967A][i]Well, she warms up fast[/i][/color] It was an amusing and welcome find. There was something about the girl’s words that triggered up vague sense of happiness. Bree felt the smile before she could place its origin. [i]where does a beauty such as yourself come from?[/i] How many times had seen been asked that? Many, although never from a women before. There were men of all ages. Some of them would try so hard to make themselves seem special or charming, that they would wind up looking foolish. And Allie. Allie was always there. Always hiding a laugh whenever the boys would try to approach her She felt the smile fade from her face as fast as it came, and in its place there was painful ache in her belly. For a second, just a second, she slipped, and the feeling of dread filled her. The despair of what had occurred, the impossible task she was about to undertake. She gave a small cough and took a drink from a nearby cup of water. [color=E9967A]“Sorry,” [/color] She let out a breath. [color=E9967A]“I’m from Prìsel Aldentine, born and breed. So, I guess we grew up practically neighbors already,” [/color] She was vaguely aware of Makani, but hadn’t actually been there herself. [color=E9967A]”I’m not quite sure what I was expecting when I first got here, but it definitely wasn’t this. Everything I knew about the reaping seemed to lead to the idea that the Drakken would meet us here...it is interesting,” [/color] Out of the corner of her eye, Bree spotted the Drakken from the other night enter the dining hall. Following behind him was a drakken that was far more impressive in size. Although the Drakken were difficult for her age, this one seemed older. The pair walked casually down the space between the Gems tables, casting spells of silence as they went. By the time the pair reached the front of the room, only those with a deathwish were talking. The rest were silent, all thoughts of food brushed from their mind. [center][h3] ~[/h3][/center] “This is your High Prince. Bow!” The order was simple, yet the word triggered a wave of uncertainty through the girls. Finally, a few stood on shaky legs, then more followed. Some chose to stand, some chose to kneel and some chose to do nothing at all. Bree stood slowly, her eyes trying to see what the man seemed to approve of and disapproved of. His eyes showed nothing. It...was a test. That much was clear. Swallowing hard, Bree knelt to the ground and looked towards the floor. There were some girls who placed their forehead tone ground. But...Bree couldn’t bring herself to do that just yet. All she could do was kneel there and pray that it was the right thing to do. To whom she prayed, she couldn’t be sure. [hider=summary] This applies to all brides, ya'll better figure out what you are going to do. Bow? Not bow? How will you bow? [/hider] [center][h2][color=f4a460]Ehkota[/color][/h2][sub] Interacting with: Kagan [@ghastlyInc],[/sub][/center] [color=f4a460]“All reasonable requests,” [/color] said the prince, if he was phased by the Kinner’s avoidance method, he didn’t show it. His body kept relaxed and his voice friendly, however his guards shifted as though some evil air had just entered the small establishment. [color=f4a460]“The unfortunate thing about old people, is that they all seem to know one another. When the parties have a relationship prior to the battle, it muddies the waters. I’d rather keep it as black and white as possible,” [/color] He leaned a little closer [color=f4a460]“No, I need somebody new,” [/color] [color=f4a460]“And I have to assume that the second I start inquiring for a kinner formally, well, it will become the worst kept secret in all of Drakka,” [/color] The Prince’s voice took a much more serious tone. [color=f4a460]“My father was Drakka’s first king, and I am not exactly sure what is going to happen to the country when he dies,” [/color] His opened his hands to stress his point. [color=f4a460] “Best case, my brother takes over, but even he is getting on in years, his children are largely unproven and no one of consequence,” [/color] A few of the guards shifted, a new anxiousness to them, casting glances as though they half expected to see one of these wayward children of the elder prince.[color=f4a460]"But my father, he deserves honor. He won't get it by waiting longer,"[/color] [color=f4a460]“I know that you are hesitating, whether because of who my brother is or who my father is or for whatever reason, let me assure you. There is nothing that my brother can promise you that I cannot already give. And as someone coming into your own, you could do something with the prestige that comes with being the king killer,”[/color] [color=f4a460]“With that being said, I hate to keep you any longer. You aren’t from the capital and it is a place that needs to be experience for itself. But I do ask that you come see me after the reaping. Whatever you think my motives are, I can assure you that they are far from what you expect. After our next meeting, well, you might not be so keen to hear from my brother after all,” [/color] One of the guards stood, and whispered something to the prince, whose eyes flashed to some spot over the Kinner's head. [color=f4a460]“Oh and, I do ask that you keep this meeting discreet, the last thing the capital needs right now is political turmoil. I’d hate for anything to mess with the expected number of brides this year,” [/color] [hider=summary] Plz! Also mind the spooky assassin behind you. There really isn't anyone there~ Shhh. You didn't see anything. Promise [/hider]