[color=9BD9E3][center][h2]Arden Gaothaire[/h2]
Interacting with: Bree [@Ellion][/center][/color]

There it was. A smile. Arden wanted to see this woman smile for a reason unknown to her, but it wouldn’t last long. In a blink the smile was gone, replaced with an expression of hopelessness; a common expression among the Gem faces in the dining hall. A pit sank in Arden’s throat, she wanted to help this woman. Instinctively her hand reached across the table and she gently placed it on Bree’s. She didn’t speak though, she simply looked at the woman with an empathetic, yet strong gaze; she let her eyes speak for her. Arden withdrew her hand after a moment and softly smiled as Bree began to speak.

[color=9BD9E3]"Prisel Aldentine?"[/color] A rhetorical confirmation. [color=9BD9E3]”Prisel Aldentine was my home for the past year, though I didn’t choose it. I suppose we were more than just neighbors then.”[/color]

Arden wondered where this woman was when the Reaping happened. The two of them were taken from the same city, which meant that they arrived at Shadow Worth at the same time. She did not share the same cart as her, Arden would’ve remembered. Curiousity aroused her; did they ever cross paths without knowing? A feeling of warmth filled her heart in knowing that there was someone there who was from her home.

The feeling quickly escaped her when the speech Drakkan entered the room with another beastly sized Drakkan following behind him. Their presence alone shifted the atmosphere of the dining hall into an even more chilling one than it was previously. Arden’s brow hardened as she watched them move across the dining hall until they reached the front of the room and barked an order at them. 

[color=9BD9E3]Bow?[/color] The very thought of bowing to these [i]barbarians[/i] left a foul taste in her mouth. The bitterness grew when she watched the Gems around her shakily pull themselves to their feet and begin bowing to the one titled as the High Prince. She looked at Bree, who had stood and knelt down with her attention to the floor. It sickened her to see her sisters forced to submit; this was the reason she was raised as a man. 

Liberty.

Arden stood from her seat slowly, her eyes now fixed on the two Drakkan at the front of the room. She made a point not to look at any of the Gems around her out of the corner of her eye, careful not to draw attention to the fact that she had been conversing with Bree. Arden knew that if she was to act out, she would want it to be solely on her and not give anyone else trouble. She stood with a collected confidence, her arms firmly hanging at her sides, her face seasoned with distaste. She would accept would what come next, but she knew one painful truth.

She would not bow.

[hider=TLDR]Arden is a sassy b who wants to stand up for what she feels is right.[/hider]