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Sister Bride of Aubree [@Ellion] and Bride of Kagan [@ghastlyInc]
Interacting with Kagan, Bree, and Javem[/center]

Adora stopped her habitual tidying in order to follow her new husband and sister out into the world.  She only pasued to pocket her healing slave from the top of her trunk.  The hallways were much quieter.  Perhaps due to the early hour or the exertion of the night before.  The daylight warmed the earth and the scent of the drying mud with a hint of iron filled the air.  She welcomed the bright rays onto her skin and the nearly cloudless sky filled her with hope.  Despite the quiet of the hotel, it seemed that there were many Drakkan, along with their brides, out and about.  Most of the girls looked haggard and worn.  Adora felt pity for them, wondering how harshly their husbands had treated them.  For perhaps the hundredth time, she felt lucky that the man who was now her husband appeared to be reasonable, rational, and perhaps even kind by the standards of the race.

She could hardly keep herself calm.  Excitement at this new world and to her future put energy into her step.  As the moved through the soggy streets there were so many things which caught her eye.  Beautiful fabrics, ornate hair ornaments, weaponry finely crafted, and even produce from the area.  Her curiosity filled her stomach and a couple of times she had inadvertently wandered toward one of the sellers who hoped to capture her interest and thereby her husband's so as to make a purchase.  Their words and appearance calculated to bring a curious gem into their grasp.  Kagan dutifully pulled her back and she would murmur embarrassed apologies.  She began to understand why he wished them so close.  Once her awe at the beauty of life in a Drakken city had abated somewhat, she could see the men's roving over the gems.  Perhaps luckily, though Adora was more apt to deal with their desires, their lustful looks were mostly focused on Bree.

His long legs were a bit difficult to keep up with but she managed.  They paused as a new scent pervaded the air.  It was sickly and rancid.  It reminded her of the times she had to deal with a gangrenous limb that she would have to remove and then stitch up.  The limb would need to be burned.  The reality of this had finally settled into her throat as a lump.  She glanced at Kagan, relieved to find him preoccupied with her terrified sister.  It gave her time to calm her own heart and put on her strong face.  She hugged her stomach, looking over the building.  It could use some care.

As they were to enter the building, another Drakken man left.  He dragged along behind him his beautiful gem.  Words were burned into her forehead and Adora winced.  The poor thing.  It would bleed easily and the chances of infection were great if not properly taken care of.  She lightly touched her own forehead as she watched the girl get dragged away.  She was brought out of her stillness by the door beginning to swing shut.  Adora hurried behind Kagan and Bree.

The inside of the home was much warmer and friendlier than she had anticipated.  Certainly much more so than the outside of the home belied.  She took time to take in the surroundings.  It seemed, at least, clean.  This, as a healer, she could appreciate.  The owner took pride in their craft and that made the situation less terrifying.  Especially considering what her craft was.  She brought her attention back to Kagan as she watched him hug the ancient Drakken.  She wondered how many managed to make it to this age.  And how long they had known each other.  She couldn't imagine too many people would be able to call Kagan a brat (albeit lovingly) without losing their tongue.  As she listened, Adora pressed her hand to her lips to suppress her giggles.

When the conversation turned to Bree and herself she did her best to compose her features.  She lifted the hand away from her face and stepped forward.[color=BC79CB] [b] "It is of my greatest and utmost honour to make your acquaintance, madame."[/b] [/color] With the grace only a childhood climbing trees and an adulthood forcing proper protocol could give, she dipped into a sweeping, low curtsey to the woman.  She wore a sincere and sweet smile on her lips as she stepped closer, somewhat hesitantly. [color=BC79CB][b] "My heart could not bear more pleasure, lest it burst, to meet a friend of my new Master, Kinner Galegar."[/b][/color]  She glanced up at Kagan, searching for some proof that she had done well.  She risked only a moment before turning her smiling face on the woman again. [color=BC79CB][b] "May I say what a practical and extraordinary establishment you have created here?"[/b][/color]


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Adora is in awe of the wares for sale in the markets and is enticed a couple of times by some of their owners of the stalls.  She sticks close to Kagan, especially discovering the lechery of the men around her.  They come upon a smelly and unkept cottage.  A meanie Drakken has his name put on a gem girl's forehead and Adora is afraid.  However, upon entering the shop she finds the place more sterile than had been anticipated and the woman interesting.  Especially how she and Kagan interract.  She introduces herself with the grandeur only Adora can.
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