[color=5ec4b3][center][h2]Kagan Galegar[/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b][/sub][/center][/color]
 Kagan gave a small silent bow as Ehkota retreated back to the vast swath of girls and guards the prince had pulled his bride from. [color=5ec4b3][i]'And there he goes again...cant help but feel the man has never had a conversation in his life that wasn't wholly one sided....'[/i][/color] he thinks, a small twinge of annoyance flashing across his face. Still, he shouldn't complain about being in a princes good graces, even if it was only to suit the mans needs. And given the princesses little dance from earlier with three would be assassins, he should probably count himself lucky that he WAS in the man's good graces. He rubs the annoyance from his temples, gods he was tired. The prince had said something to the girl, he'd have to ask about THAT later. But there was time to bemoan his unwilling involvement in a political coup later. For now, he had something more important to deal with. He sets the mace he'd collected earlier on the floor with a soft thunk, not really having another means of stowing it for the moment.

He looks over his bride...A strange experience, if he were being honest. A few months ago, the idea of owning a gem seemed pleasant, but unlikely. Kinners, for all their worth, were not exactly highly valued martial champions, so a Kinner with a bride were far something of a commodity. He sighs, taking her chin in his hand with a little more care than was probably necessary. [color=5ec4b3]“Let's have a look at you then...”[/color] He huffs, tilting her gaze up to meet his own. 

She was decidedly tall for a Gem, though Kagan still managed to stand a good two feet over her. Lithe and almost pathetically thin, at least when compared to the healthy muscled figure of most Drakken women. He guessed her skin was fair enough, though he'd little context for that assessment. He'd seen few gems without a generous peppering of light bruising. Her eyes were at least familiar enough to be comfortable. [color=5ec4b3]“Hazel.”[/color] He grunts, [color=5ec4b3]“A little too light, but nice either way. Though I'm hardly crazy for the hair...”[/color] He grumbles halfheartedly, glancing at the waterfall of red falling around her ears. [color=5ec4b3]“I'll have to live with the color but its too long. I suggest you think of how you'd like it cut for when we return home...”[/color] He releases his grip on her chin, finally freeing the gem.

[color=5ec4b3]“I am Kagan Galegar.”[/color] He says firmly, glaring down at the Gem.[color=5ec4b3] “Kinner of the Church of Krenta...which probably means painfully little to you, given the theological backwater of Gemmenia. In short, you may think of us as a funeral priest of sorts. In public, you are expected to refer to me as Sir or Kinner Galegar. I will leave private addresses to your discretion.”[/color] He bends over, retrieving the mace. [color=5ec4b3]“I would have your name Gem. Now. I have neither the ego nor patience to assign you some demeaning moniker.”[/color]

[hider=Summary]
Kagan puts up with further royal shenanigans, but decides to check out his new bride instead of dwelling on it. He's pleased with most everything, but finds the actual experience of now owning a gem strange. He does not enjoy the fact Aubree has long hair and tells her to think about how she wants it cut. He then asks her name, not wanting to give a pet name as he thinks it would be silly. [/hider]