[center] [h2] [color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color] [/h2] [sub] [b]Husband of:[/b] Sera [@Pupperr] and Zeldria [@Saltwater Thief]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Zeldria [/sub] [/center]
Ineraz was sitting near the head of the table, though the head seat itself was empty, his brother nowhere in sight. His father still hadn’t arrived. Or he had, and was attending other business. Ineraz had no way of knowing just yet. The other Drakken present made the ambiance quite the rowdy and cheerful one, despite the still early morning. The Evrenarth heir had just begun his meal and was chatting with his nearby companions, when a puzzled looking Drakkan approached with a seemingly disgruntled servant following closely behind. The servant was of a reptilian race and was obviously one of the cooks.

“Heir Ineraz, this servant claims to have found one of your brides in the kitchen,” the male announced to him. He made no attempts to whisper, because even though he was standing right next to Ineraz, they barely heard each other what with the easily flowing conversation in the hall.

[color=008B8B]“Oh?”[/color] Ineraz asked, looking curiously at the reptilian female.

“Yesss, masster,” she hissed, her forked tongue peeking out swiftly between small but sharp teeth. “One of yourss is moving about. But sshe knowss nothin’ bout the sspices!” the female complained with an annoyed flick of her tail.

Apparently, the servants weren’t particularly pleased to have some unknown Gem loitering about. Ineraz sighed and looked at his guard. [color=008B8B]“Bring her here. And no need to be rough,”[/color] he gave him a narrow-eyed glare. Drakken were so quick to act upon a perceived slight, but he wouldn’t have others taking liberties with [i]his[/i] property.

The Drakkan guard and the reptilian servant left, and Ineraz enjoyed his meal in peace for several moments. The male Drakkan soon returned with Zeldria in tow. The guard gently pushed the bride into the seat next to Ineraz, while he himself chewed on a sausage contemplatively.

“She made these, boss, wanted to give one to you, I think” he commented. “Not too bad for a foreigner, though I doubt the servants would like hearing that,” he chuckled.

Ineraz raised a brow as he watched the Drakkan continue eating part of a meal that his bride had supposedly made for him. [color=008B8B]“Oh, and you decided to be my food taster, did you?”[/color] he teased the Drakkan, though there was a hint of sharp reproof in his tone as well.

“Uh,” the other swallowed carefully. “Sorry. But there’s more back there,” he nodded towards the kitchen “if you want,” he then shrugged and left. Ineraz snorted as he watched the other walking away swiftly, probably thinking Ineraz wouldn’t act if he disappeared from sight quickly enough. But to Ineraz even a minor transgression such as this was worth a pay cut, at the very least.

Keeping that in mind, Ineraz turned towards Zeldria. He struggled to keep a grimace off his face at seeing her in the poorly fitting Drakkan clothing. As appealing as she was when taken on her own, her current apparel could be described as nothing but horrendous.

[color=008B8B]“After we eat, we will go shopping. You definitely need better clothes. Sera as well. How come you haven’t brought any with you? I though the Drakken gave you time enough to get some things from home,”[/color] he wondered.

He continued with his meal then, and urged Zeldria to eat as well. Sometime during their meal, Ineraz addressed an earlier issue. [color=008B8B]“I don’t mind if you like cooking,”[/color] he said. Truthfully, he thought such things should be left up to the servants, but encouraging his brides to find things they liked doing was not a bad idea. [color=008B8B]“The servants here just have some pride, you know. Doing well what they do is what keeps them alive and healthy after all,”[/color] he explained nonchalantly. [color=008B8B]“If you want to try again, just say so, and I’ll arrange the servants to leave you to it. They could even tutor you a bit if you wish, though I doubt they’ll be kind about it.”[/color]

[hider=Summary] Ineraz begins eating, but finds out Zeldria was up to something in the kitchens and has a guard fetch her and bring her to the hall. If she chose to bring some of what she made with her, she might be able to convince Ineraz to try it, but otherwise, he likely won't be trying her cooking today. Ineraz asks Zeldria why she hadn't taken any belongings from Gemmenia with her. Not quite as tactful today, is he? Anyways, if Sera makes it to the hall during this time, she'll see the breakfast is ending. Whether she shows up or not, Ineraz is making sure she eats. I guess he's kind of a mother-hen.[/hider]