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[center] [[sub] Bride of  Keregar [@Legion02]; and sister bride of Nadia  [@Vesuvius00][/sub][/center]

[b]“You’ve missed it. But I can make an exception for once. Varzar!”[/b]

There hadn’t been anyway to tell the time in the dark windowless room. No natural sunlight to mark the passage of time, the room was effectively soundproof as well. But now outside, Xae could feel that the desert air held a coolness and the shadows in the courtyard were still long in the early morning sun. Still far earlier than Xaelia would rise back home.  

Entertainers tended to sleep all day and stay up all night. 

[i][color=B0C4DE]“But… That’s not me...Not anymore,”[/color] [/i] Another stab of bitterness wedged itself deep in her chest.  Her shoulders hunching a little bit more, hugging herself a little tighter as she fought the harsh words threatening to snap back at the war-lord.  He acted like they were late when they hadn’t been given a time to arrive. 

But breakfast...That was far too important to miss over pointing this out.  She gave the War-lord a final icy stare as she followed the youngest drakkan back inside. 

Once the aura of Keregar had faded and they were out of sight, she felt the tension fall from her shoulders. Varzar had...proven himself to be safer than the rest of his family. Not worthy of trust, but not a presence to be on guard with. 

The larder-kitchen-pantry room that they were lead to was not terribly far from their- the room  they had slept in the night before. It was small, an over glorified closet really. It was cooler than the house, giving the effect of being partially underground. The cooking utensils were scares, a pot over the fire, a pan. Different meats hung from everywhere, more like decoration than anything. The furniture, like the rest of the house, gave off the vibe of ‘don’t get comfortable, get what you need and get out’.

 Not one to disappoint orders given by furniture, Xaelia reached out a hand into a basket by the door, filled to the brim with dark red and blue berries. They weren’t from  Gemmenia, but seemed harmless enough. 

She heard Vazar whisper something before a loud sound echoed through the small room.  

Xaelia hand jerked, the berries exploding in her hand, the juice running around her wrist and soaking her sleeve with the dark juice.  Turning her head she first looked for a fallen object, something broken something…

Her eyes fell to Nadia, her head twisting right and pointing to the side, standing still as her face quickly reddened in the shape of a hand print.  To Vazar, his glove held awkwardly in one hand and the other closer to his body as though finishing a swing. 

“[color=B0C4DE]What…”[/color] Xaelia said slowly, her eyebrows pulled tight in confusion, the information quickly piecing itself together as she tried to figure out what had happened.    In one fluid mission, she shook her hand of the berries, spattering Vazar with the dark juice and crushed skins of the fruit. “[color=B0C4DE]Oh, Nadia [/color],” She reached her clean hand out to hold the girl’s face, lifting it up to examine any damage.  

Once assured that her sister-bride wasn’t about to die, Xaelia rounded on the drakkan in the room. “[color=B0C4DE] Why in Vavari’s blessed name did you do that?[/color]” Her voice hardly hiding the rage that seemed to always be bubbling below her skin, waiting for a reason to come out.“[color=B0C4DE]Nadia wasn’t doing anything but following orders, what game are you playing?[/color]”  Had it been Keregar or any of Vazar’s brothers, she wouldn’t have dared to speak so boldly. But this was the little drakkan. The one who took the time to play nice. The one who tried to make them trust him. 

“[color=B0C4DE]You’ve shown us the food, you should leave. Hurry back to daddy, I’m sure you don’t want to miss his lessons, how else will you turn out just like him?[/color]” 

Vazar didn’t so much as flitch, or respond or do anything, which only made her angrier. 

“[color=B0C4DE]Didn't you hear me? Leave![/color]” Her hand reached out to the side, for something, anything.  Her hand closing in on something hard and smooth. Without any thought, she tossed the object and watch with great satisfaction as she saw a speckled egg fly across the room towards the little drakkan. 

[Hider=TLDR] Xae is mad (like usual) she isn’t happy that Nadia got pimp slapped and now she is throwing things like eggs and berries [/hider]