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Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and  Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst][/center]

In a long line of young women, Hestia entered the hall filled with Drakken.  She could hardly believe the number of them.  And their size!  She had seen all of the guards and what have you when they were being trained.  However, the sheer number of them made the height so much more intimidating.  She decided to keep her eyes downcast and her hands clasped tightly in front of her.  The girls were being taken by guards one by one by one and introduced to their new husbands.  At last, Hestia was forced forward.  The hand that guided her was none too gentle and she hurried to keep up with his pushing.

They stopped in front of a pair.  A man and woman.  Her jade eyes widened as she tilted her head back to take in the view of them.  Hestia was confused.  She had assumed that she would be given to a man.  Did she belong to both of these people?  As if to answer the unspoken question the woman came forth and Hestia quickly averted her gaze.  She was terrified she had offended the Drakken.  When the woman stopped, Hestia flinched.  Instead of the slap she had been anticipating, her hand was delicately lifted and inspected.  Hestia had not expected the largeness of the woman's hand or its warmth.  She glanced up as the woman bowed to place a chaste kiss on the back of Hestia's hand.  Her eyes widened and she wondered briefly if they were in danger of popping out of her head.  A flush spread over her cheeks and she could not help but shake like a small terrified dog.

As her face was lifted, Hestia met the woman's gaze for the first time.  Her eyes reminded Hestia of caramel.  Warm and brown.  Hestia offered her a small, embarrassed smile.  Apparently, the woman liked what she saw and spun her around.  The sudden movement had her stumbling a bit but was immediately steadied with the Drakken's possesive hold on her.  She allowed herself to feel safe next to this woman.  It was certainly more pleasant to stand like this than in front of the hall with all eyes upon her.

As Scyr spoke to her, Hestia tilted her head back again to look up into her face.  It seemed that her new spouses had very hard to pronounce names.  She had no idea if she could say them correctly.  What if she messed them up?  Would she be beaten?  Her eyebrows furrowed as she ran the names through her mind repeatedly.  Scyrven... Scry... Sky... Oh that certainly wasn't right!  Gwil... Gawo... Gills... Oh no.  She would have to wait for them to repeat their names.  Why did she have to be so stupid?

Realizing she hadn't responded properly, she looked between the pair before speaking.  [color=96BF75][b]"I am called Hestia.  Gristmill."[/b][/color]  She spoke only slightly above a whisper, her voice bird-like and soft.  Which matched her slender, willowy appearance.  The biggest thing about Hestia was her frizzy, mouse brown curls after all.  Quite suddenly her new husband stood next to her as well and she was smooshed between the warmth of their bodies.  While she was terrified and nervous of them, she felt so much better being hidden from view.

Her new wife mentioned buying her some clothing.  Hestia glanced down at the green dress she had been given to wear.  It was the nicest thing she had ever put on her body and certainly did not suit her.  She was a plain little thing after all.  What would she do with nice things?  [color=96BF75][b]"Uhm... It's okay...  I can just sew together some leftover cloth... if you have any.  Please...  I don't want to be any trouble..." [/b][/color] She rubbed her hands over each other and shrunk down slightly awaiting to be yelled at or hit.  Or perhaps she would get it later and they were just saving face here.  Oh... she just shouldn't have spoken.


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Hestia is terrified of everything and is really bad at remembering names.  She also is scared of getting new fancy clothes and offers to sew her own to cause less trouble.  While she is scared of her new spouses she is more comfortable with them than exposed to the room.
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