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[center] [sub] Bride of [color=5ec4b3]Kagan[/color][@ghastlyInc] and Sister Bride of Adorabella [@eclecticwitch] [/sub] [/center]

It wasn’t as though Bree always got her way back home,  just when it mattered.  But  what she wasn’t used to was being so casually dismissed. Bree’s lips tightened into a thin line on her face   as she stood, biting back the argumentative remark that had already formed in her mind.  But, wisdom rang threw, she chose not to comment anymore on Kagan’s plan for them, instead choosing to follow silently as he lead them out the door. 

The city was vastly different in the glory of the morning than the  mud choked streets of last night. The streets were filled with drakken.  Vendors filled small side streets where wares of every type were being pushing on everyone who passed by. Most of them were filled with  items from Drakka, something rarely seen back home, but here it was plentiful. Ever once in a while, they would pass something cleary gem in origin. A hollow filling would fill her every time they passed such an object. A ping of loneliness and of missing home. 

All the while it felt as though she was being watched. Not by Kagan, who had been keeping annoyingly close to her, his hands always touching, brushing and finding reasons to hold her and bring her closer. But by someone or something that seem to constantly dance in her peripheral vision. Always there and always just out of sight. 

In very little time, Kagan lead them to an old, rundown building. Had Bree been walking on her own, she wouldn’t have paid the building the slightest bit of attention, assuming it to be condemned. The closer the trio got to the shop, the more the air  was filled with the scent of burning meat. And, knowing what lay beyond the room,  the smell made her stomach roll. 

Kagan was able to make it to the door before Bree’s resolve died. Digging her feet into the sand, she was able to pulling her arm out of the loose hold that Kagan had on her. “[color=E9967A]K-kagan, just.. Wait, please,[/color]” there was an edge of desperation in her voice now as she shook her head. “[color=E9967A]Please, No, Please don’t….do this[/color],” 


[hider=TLDR] Walk in the city. Plz no burn said the fire [/hider]