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


[color=5ec4b3]"You are MY Bride. But to the rest of Drakka, you are a quick and easy fuck. Had I not been so attentive, you'd likely be missing a few teeth while someone new enjoyed you before coming here. And that is IF I had found you. Do not mistake my insistence on this as a matter of enjoying tormenting you. This is precaution, for your safety and my convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. You will not act like this again or you will...end up with someone like him....”[/color]

Bree’s eyes widened as she saw the girl be drug from the premise.  Her own hand tightened on Kagan’s as though she expected she needed to hold on, less she be shaken and passed off to the next person. “[color=E9967A] I...understand, I’m...just nervous, [/color]” She said softly as they entered the room. In any other situation, with any other person, there would have been a bigger fight. But she didn’t know Kagan well enough to not believe him...and as vain as it might sound, she was very keen on keeping her face the way it was. 

The room was little better than the outside and the woman (maybe) inside seemed to match her surroundings perfectly.  It was clear she was older and, while clearly not, welcome Kagan in like a son. 

It was strange, watching Kagan interact so...normally with someone else.  It was so...mundane, almost like he was an actual person. And this drakkan was a person Kagan clearly respected, even as she...drooled on him. Bree wore her painted smile as her insides wiggled with disgusted. Even for a drakkan, this woman was unpleasant. 

But she was already in enough trouble for one day and insulting Kagan’s...friends wouldn’t go over well in any setting. Kagan gave the order to introduce themselves and before Bree could open her mouth, Adora started talking. 

Bree felt her face reden for the girl.  It was clear that the girl had been taught how to make a formal introduction, it was all very by the book, nearly word for word.  It was exactly what a well breed girl would do her first time being introduced to ‘high society’. Twelve year old heiresses meeting the wives of business partners. Thirteen year old nobility attending a tea with those from higher up. 

Teenagers would smirk behind fans and mothers and aunts would coo and talk about ‘how grown up’ their little girl was.  Still a child by every means, but now able to sit still and silent  and prettied up to be seen.  The rest of the women would start judging, start watching. Sizing the girl up, judging her for her looks, her intellect, her obedience. Would she be a tool or trouble?  Would she be invited to exclusive events? Uninvited to key social outings? 

Entire futures could be decided on one thing. How long it took their girl to realize that nobody went through all that formality. The real question was, once it was figured out that spending so much time on addressing someone was like when pets had on sweaters and were paraded around, what then did you do?  

Did you take the same greeting at your mother? Clearly there was loyalty to family. Depending on the family, that was helpful to reputation or damaging, however, it was the safest choice. 

Did you take on the greetings of the older girls, the generation in waiting? Obviously, fitting in was important. You’d do anything to stay with the crowd. Malleable, a tool, something to be used. You’d never be important, but you’d eventually be a voice of many that  controlled the tide of the social scene. Never important on your own, but there is power in many. 

Or did you take the greeting of another woman. To copy the greeting of an unrelated woman was a power grab, an honor and a challenge. An offence or the greatest compliment. Highest risk, highest rewards. Done by those to be watched. The ones who wanted control, who wanted power. The ones who would rise to the top or ruin families with their failures.  

Greetings were important to Gem’s. They’d say much about the person. Like how Adora had been in training for nobility, but it never quite came to head. Although Bree had heard her story, she could have learn the same amount from listening to the girl speak in that moment. 

Those were just the greeting in the woman’s circles, then there was the greetings for the men’s circles, if you were trying to court them or not. And then there was the  simple act of reading a room and the audience and deciding what to do from there. 

Bree had  returned to Kagan’s side the moment the hug was broken. Partly to keep herself out of danger, but mostly to ask for forgiveness for her earlier actions. Her arm brushing against his, a simple move, but really the first time she had been proactive towards him, rather than reactive towards his wants.   Dislike it as much as she did, there was a faint reasoning to Kagan’s words. And a branding anywhere but the face was starting to sound reasonable. Unpleasant, but reasonable.   “ [color=E9967A]Good morning Javem,” [/color]  Bree kept her smile in place, body relaxed. “[color=E9967A]Her name is Adorabella, and I’m Aubree Lamey,[/color]” she said simply, nodding towards the female drakkan.  Keeping her words short and to the point. There was time to talk and there was time to give answers.  

[hider=TLDR] Kagan 1; Bree 0. A monologue on introductions.  Bree introducing herself and Adora [/hider]