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

She couldn't help but laugh lightly at Javem's friendly cajoling about her use of words.  She supposed it had been a bit much but she had always loved using the eloquence of language to describe her own happiness.  Introductions could be a beautiful thing, why not have a bit of fun with it?  Aubree let the older Drakken know her name and Adorabella stuck out her tongue and put a knuckle to her temple.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Oh, silly me.  I forgot to actually introduce myself again.  A thousand apologies, Miss Javem."[/b][/color]

The two Drakkan discussed the places to put the brand and nervousness made her heart race.  It was going to be painful no matter where it was placed.  But it had to be done.  Whining and complaining would only put her in a predicament to be returned to the hornless prince.  She had no desire to go back so she would accept it in good spirits.  At the touch and pinch to her bare flesh, she let out a quiet gasp of surprise.  She hadn't expected to be touched so.  And their speaking of her body caused for both amusement and derision.

Kagan gave the command that she should pick the placement of her brand.  Adora thought for a long moment before looking between the two Drakken. [color=BC79CB][b] "I think I should like mine here," [/b][/color]she brushed her fingers lightly over the skin just below her left collarbone.  Easy to see and she could wear it over her heart as a reminder of her place.  At Javem's look, she smiled reassuringly.  [color=BC79CB][b]"I understand that it may be more painful here than other places.  But if I am taken by another man out of turn that will be much more painful, I should think.  I am well prepared for this.  I have removed wooden shrapnel from a man's torso before."[/b][/color]  With that, she took a seat in a chair.  At Javem's question she laughed again and replied,  [color=BC79CB][b]"I was a medicine woman once upon a day.  Say, would you terribly mind using some of that alcohol to clean the area before the branding?"
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The smelly substance was cool against her skin.  From between her breasts, Adora pulled a couple of handkerchiefs which she wound together thickly.  She placed them in her mouth to give her something to bite down on and not ruin her teeth.  Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair in preparation to hold something in the moments that the brand would touch her.

As she made her own preparations, Javem heated the letters to be used.  Adora closed her eyes and with each burning mark, she clenched her jaw and the chair.  Halfway through the brand, she could not contain her calls of pain.  The scent of her burning flesh made her feel ill.  Nearby buckets of water exploded, raining steaming droplets down upon those near.  But still, she sat, hardly able to move anyway.  Almost done.  She could tell.  As the last letter hit her skin she could hardly feel it she had become so numbed with the pain of it.

Adora hardly heard the Drakkan tell her she was done.  Blearily she opened her eyes and a shaky hand removed the handkerchiefs from her mouth, letting them fall to the floor.  She glanced down at the angry red marks on her chest and then up at Javem.  [color=BC79CB][b]"Thank you..."[/b][/color] she whispered.  She attempted to stand but found her legs would not obey.  She frowned and scooted forward in the chair, placing the weight on her legs a bit at a time.  Finally, she brought herself up and clung to the arm of the chair as she moved out of the way.

Her eyes caught Kagan and she walked toward him.  She sank down at his feet and rested her sweaty forehead against his knee.  Her whole body was shaking and her mind refused to function.  [color=BC79CB][b]"I am sorry,"[/b][/color] she managed to murmur before she took the time to calm herself and let the pain of it ebb away.  It was done. Hopefully, she would never have to do it again.


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Adora is poked and prodded.  Decides to put the brand in a very visible and rather uncomfortable place.  She is delirious and finds herself at Kagan's feet to recover.
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