[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch] Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center] Kagan awoke deep into the night, the call of nature pulling him from his rest. He dragged himself from the tangle of crimson hair he was currently buried in, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light of the room as his vision passed over the object of his unconscious affection. Despite her protests otherwise, Aubree had proved to be a very enjoyable plaything. Hesitant, maybe, but that would only improve with time. [color=5ec4b3][i]“Not that she has much choice in the matter...”[/i][/color] he reminds himself as he awkwardly shuffles out of the sheets, stopping only to pull the covers back around the redhead. He stumbles groggily to the bathroom, taking his place in front of the chamber pot as he let his mind wander. As lovely as getting laid had been, the Ehkota problem was rapidly coming to a head. The fact the man had deigned to gift him with a second bride spoke volumes, and very few of those volumes were good. The only real thread he had at the moment was the case of Giel and his older brother Petra. An oft forgotten peice, the sort of thing only priest few priests would bother to commit to memory if they were not forced to. Giel was the younger sibling to Petra, a soon to be clan leader who refused to grant his mother a final peace due to years of subservience. Not wanting his mother to suffer such an indignity, Giel appealed to the Kinner of Krenta’s Crest, eventually striking an agreement that if he challenged his brother formally and won they would perform the ceremony. But the story was an old one, from long before Drakka was unified under any one entity. As such, there were dozens of conclusions to the tale. None of which the High Church held up publicly as spiritual canon anyway. The other problem was scope. It was one thing to challenge for a clans leadership, but to rule all of Drakka? Even if Ehkota won, there were going to be those who would dispute the challenge. Kagan rubs his temples as he finishes his business with the chamber pot, cursing Drun for the invention of politics. Bashing a mans skull if apparently wasn’t good enough, no. The Big Bad God of War wouldn’t be satisfied if they also didn’t if they also didn’t wage war with pen, paper, and the splitting of difference. [color=5ec4b3]“This...”[/color] He grumbles, washing his hands with a silent fury, [color=5ec4b3]“Is why Sorrak gets all the fun clergy.”[/color] A flash of lilac caught his eye as he made his slow agitated trudge back to the bed, nearly missed in the gloom of the darkened room. Adora had, at some point, decided to escape his bed and was now curled tightly against the cushions of his temporary couch. A flash of agitation filled him as he approached, gently lifting the sleeping figure with a stifled grunt, half tempted to demand an explanation if sleep were not so eagerly calling him. “It will wait till morning...” he grumbled, placing the small gem lightly back beneath the covers before crawling in himself. He slowly drags the gems arm around his waist before burying his face back into the trusses of Aubree’s hair, pinning the smaller gems arm between them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The gems had managed to awaken before he did. He knew this as, currently, his face was comforted by the soft embrace of a pillow rather than a bosom of nape of the neck as his groggy brain expected. He rose slowly, bleary eyes spotting the flashes of red and purple across the room that signified that (if nothing else) they were not foolish enough to try and run while he was asleep. The Kinner cranes his neck, four loud pops of bone drowning out the faint din of their conversation in his ears. He very much doubted it was one he had any interest in hearing anyway, given what they were. A light grunt was all they received as greeting as he made his way to the tub, his mind too fogged by the morning for conversation. He lazily plunged into its depths head first, uncaring that the water had yet to be changed. Even in his half awake state, he could smell the reek of sweat and sex on him, over powering the faint whiff of tea that hung in the air. And with a busy day ahead of him, that would not do. The water shot cold spikes through his body, already pulling at the grim that clung to his body and further filling the water with it. A shiver erupted from his as he surfaced before wordlessly setting to cleaning himself, silently watching the two girls speak without really listening. The bath was hurried and joyless, but it none the less did it job. The soaps replacing the stink of last nights entertainment with the hushed subtle tone of ceder and the cold stabbing the sleep from his body. He dried himself quickly before walking to his luggage, thankful the warmth of the day had managed to fill the room as he stepped from the water. [color=5ec4b3]“Eat quickly.”[/color] He barks, pulling a pair of plain gray breeches on. [color=5ec4b3]“We’ve things to do.”[/color] He adds, pulling a strange looking (for the gems at least) shirt out. It was a tunic of sorts, once navy perhaps but now darkened to black from years of use, formerly white (now some shade of blue) embroidery along every inch of its surface. Most of the design was abstract, a mix of swirling lines and oblong shapes surrounded by roughly detailed figures; almost all of which were dying in some way or another. The sleeves were overly long with slits running along their length and ending in heavy brass rings at the wrist. He pulls the shirt over him, the sleeves hanging away from his arms as he fit the brass rings in place. [color=5ec4b3]“Fucking formal wear...”[/color] He grumbles, clearly not fully comfortable in the odd piece as he takes a seat at the table and grabbing the remaining mug. The tea was...acceptable. It was by no means poorly prepared, far from it. But the bitterness sat in the back of his throat, the drier more floral notes more alien to his palate than the quietly sweet fruity ones that filled Drakka’s sparse tea houses. [color=5ec4b3]“You didn’t get this from the hotel’s stock did you?”[/color] He asks, rolling the cup in his hand before adding honey. Perhaps a little more than was entirely necessary. [hider=Summary] Kagan wakes up to take the midnight piss. Finds a sleeping Adora and puts her back in his bed. How dare she leave of her own free will! Wakes up, takes a bath. thinks about what needs to get done today. Dresses in a funny shirt. Proceeds to be a tea snob with a sweet tooth. [/hider]