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[h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2]
[sub]Bride of [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] [@ClocktowerEchos]; Sister-Bride to [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color] [@Pupperr][/sub]
[sub]Interacting with [color=crimson]Heccarim[/color] and [color=9bd9e3]Arden[/color][/sub]
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Even sitting down the man seemed to tower above her, leaving Sorrin feeling rather small and none too safe. She shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze, eyes shifting ever so slightly to the food being brought in by the goblin creatures. Her stomach growled with anticipation of being fed but twisted at the realization of what was being brought to them. She should have known the Drakkan would be partial to meat centered meals, after all, there had been plenty of it available at the keep where they were held.

The area in which she grew up was primarily vegetarian, at most ever eating fish or poultry but never red meats. She had never quite understood why, but it was something that she had grown up with and was not likely to part from it now. Even looking at the stuff was enough to make her queasy. Taking a deep breath, Sorrin sought to steady herself as the food was wheeled in toward them, the lord opening his mouth to finally answer a question of hers.

“[color=crimson]Feast.[/color]” the Warden commanded, “[color=crimson]You are aboard a ship headed towards Harand Kor. The only mistake you have made is being weak; if you wish to make it up to me, become stronger and grant me a heir to Harand Kor. Less you wish to become a house pet or a wall ornament.[/color]”

“[color=82ca9d]Harand Kor….[/color]” Sorrin whispered to herself, trying the name out for herself. Much to her surprise the words fell seamlessly from her tongue, bearing no awkward harshness she assumed to accompany their language. She snapped back to attention as he began speaking again, eyes continuously wandering back to the food that had been brought into the room.

“[color=82ca9d]An… heir? Oh you mean children! Strange, auntie never said anything about being strong to be granted a child. I guess things work differently in Drakka than at home, huh? Just show me what to do and I’ll do my best! It would be really sad if you had no one to care for you in your old age.[/color]”

A shuffling beside her alerted Sorring to Arden’s awakening, the small girl turning rather excitedly toward the other. Her smile was replaced by a look of concern as Adren struggled to move, looking rather sick as she sat up and looked around.

“[color=9BD9E3]Where are we?[/color]”

“[color=82ca9d]He said we’re on a boat to… Harand Kor?[/color]” She stated, though she looked back questionly to be sure she had gotten the name correct. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to Arden to make sure the girl was alright. The longer she was awake the better she began to look, beginning to gain back some of her color and seeming more alert. Sorrin took this as a good sign, relaxing a bit as her friend familiarized herself with the surroundings. 

“[color=9BD9E3]Is that for us?[/color]”

Eyes lighting up, Sorrin was quick to jump to her feet.

“[color=82ca9d]I’m starved.[/color]” It wouldn’t take long for the blonde child to regret her swift movements, however, experiencing the swaying of the ship for the first time in her life. While it was what most would consider a gentle lull, Sorrin had never once been on a boat. She had spent the majority of her life out in the sturdy fields of the countryside. The closest she had ever experienced were the carriages they had been transported in from place to place.

Pale complexion turning almost green in color, Sorrin’s hand rushed to cover her mouth.

“[color=82ca9d]I don’t feel so good.[/color]’ She gurgled, a look of panic crossing her features as it dawned on her what was about to happen. Clenching her eyes shut, Sorrin rushed forward to wiggle her way past the Warden, rushing out into the open air and to the side of the ship. Her trip had nearly been in vain but somehow she managed to lean over the side in just enough time to empty whatever remained of previous meals.

While it wasn’t much, the stress continued to wrench at her gut leaving her dry heaving over the side of the boat for several minutes before she was able to calm herself down. Embarrassed tears streamed down her face as she attempted to right her position, finally sinking to her knees in defeat. The energy she exerted in puking had left the small girl shaking and dizzy and more than a little upset.

“[color=82ca9d]Aaaaardeeeen.[/color]” She called out, sniffling through the tears and snot trying to escape down her facial features. 

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Sorrin is confused about babies… tries to be helpful and upbeat but got seasick… She’s a very sad bean right now.
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