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

Bree gave a noncommittal shrug at hearing about her long lost aunt. Camielle Lamay was hardly ever mentioned, there weren’t any pictures are her, her father and grandfather never spoke of her and any mention of her would through her grandmother into fits. What little she knew of her came from those few Gem’s who had been her friends. Passing comments of their similarities in looks, stories of their childhood. 

Watching Adora get branded sent waves of nausea rolling through Bree’s gut. She couldn’t look past the first letter. Suddenly becoming very fascinated with the wood that made up the walls. Humming softly to herself, she tried to block out the noise coming from Adora’s skin being burned.  

Bree jumped as splashes of water covered her from a nearby barrel of water. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the pain had caused Adora to lose control.  In no time at all, Adora was done, her brand an angry looking red spot on her chest. 

She watch the girl rise and setting down by Kagan’s feet.  Knowing there was nothing to be done, nowhere to run to (she checked), Bree approached the chair. 


Javem stuck her tools back in the flame and looked at Bree expectantly. Bree reached back and pulled her shirt over her head. Bairing her back and pinning her shirt with her arms to cover her chest. “[color=E9967A]I’ll need some new shirts,[/color]” she whispered dryley, sitting backwards. What little color had been in her face drained away as she did, her hands squeezing the back of the chair tightly.

"[b]Oi right cunt. Wez it be?[/b]"

Bree mumbled something that was drowned out by the crackle of the flames in the forge. 

“[b]Eh?[/b]” 

Bree cleared her throat “[color=E9967A]M-my shoulder,[/color]” she whispered, hardly any louder than the first time, using her free hand to gesture towards it. She winced as she felt the drakkan woman pinch up her skin and made a grunt of approval. Bree let out a small breath. She didn’t want the brand. Didn’t want to see it. So she put it in a place she’d never be able to look at. 

She flinched as a cool wetness flicked across her, her back tense with anticipation. A pause. And then a searing pain.  A cry escaped her mouth before she could stop it, jerking her shoulder away. 

“[b]Do et again, ‘n I’ll tie you down[/b],” 

 Tears were streaming down her face as Bree nodded, Sitting up again. The pain had already faded, a faint burning, but it was --

A few seconds later and the burns pain tripled. An irritating growing pain that seemed to get hotter and hotter with each second.  Then the second letter was pressed into her back and she screamed. 

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Bree felt Javem’s weight lift off her, at some point the woman had found it necessary to pin her down  in order to keep her still.  Bree’s screams had died to weak sobs by that point. 

Javem gave some statement about being done and moved away to put her tools up. 

“[color=E9967A]Uh huh[/color],” said Bree, her voice an octave higher as she nodded numbly, a somewhat vacante expression on her face.  She stood, her legs trembling. Her first few steps were unsteady.  She passed by Kagan and Adora without a second glance and shoved open the door and step outside. 

She stood in the sunlight a moment before turning her head and throwing up. Taking a few steps back, she collapsed on the step leading into the shop and curled into a ball, tears spilling down her face. 


[hider=TLDR] We have a burn victim. Then she goes outside to puke and cry  [/hider]