[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]

[color=5ec4b3]”Nothing to apologize for.”[/color] Kagan grumbled, brushing the water from his tunic as Adora knelt against his knee. He’d been covered in worse discharges, so the light dampness was hardly an issue worth getting annoyed over. He examine the brand on Adora’s chest for a moment, taking in the lettering of his name on the girl. Javem had done an exceptional job, even for her. The letters were not fully attached to themselves, small even spacing in between the burns would fill in with scar tissue on their own as it healed, though bold enough that they would stand out at a distance. [color=5ec4b3]”You did...well.”[/color] Kagan offers quietly as Bree stepped up to her own branding, gently patting the smaller gems head in an awkward attempt at rewarding her obedience. 

Bree proved to be less understanding, because of course she did. Kagan was beging to wonder,however briefly, if the prince would let him trade HER in instead of Adora. He ignored the screaming easily enough, some of the older children he’d kinned were just as loud as the gem (if not more so). As the branding continued, he simply watched bored from the side, only occasionally breaking his meditation to provide Adora with a light stroke of the hair to break the monotony. A few times he thought about stepping in and holding the redhead down, but a sharp look from Javem told him she had it under control. The woman was old, but she’d be damned before she’d let anyone imply she was too frail to handle a Gem of all things. 

Soon enough, the thrashing and screaming died down to more acceptable levels. [color=5ec4b3]”Thank the gods. I was getting a headache...”[/color] He grumbles, only sparing a passing glance as Bree weakly hobbled past him and outside, the echos of the girl vomitting filling the room before dying down into more hushed sobs. [b]”“Fawking.....”[/b] Javem said, putting her tools back into the small fire to give them a quick clean. [b]” Iz alwayz the onez what ya think iz gon be the easy ones what thrash ‘bout all the toim.”[/b] She adds bitterly, going over to a small shelf and pulling a plain wooden box. Inside where several collars, shiny brown leather inlaid with stitched scenes of Gemmenian wilds. [color=5ec4b3]”...Your late husbands work?”[/color] Kagan asks dully, looking over his shoulder to keep an eye on Bree. Thankfully she didn’t seem to have the energy to do much more than sob on the shops door step. First thing she made easy for him all day really. 

[b]”Aye. Ya a good friend so not gon give ye that cheap shite what Broggon’s been selling me. Daft arse he is. Ye know he tried passing cow hide off as lamb ta me last winter?”[/b] Javem huffs, shifting through the works before removing two she seemed satisfied with. She hands one to Adora, a light grey soft leather embrodiered with bronze thread, showing a still lake with trees. There was a small layer of padded velvet on the inside, so as to not dig into the skin. A heavy brass ring sat in the middle of the collar, presumably where a leash would attach. [b]”Yez the good one. So ya get this. Its me Lariq’s last good work for hiz eyez went ta pot, so don’t you go and lose it. Swear to Drun if I find out ya did, I’ll beat you so hard ya hubby wont look at ya, much less fuck ya.”[/b] She rumbles, fixing Adora with a harsh glare, albiet one more concerned with safety of the collar and lacking any real anger behind it. 

She hands the second collar to Kagan along with a pair of leashes. It was much the same as Adora’s, though looked to be a bit older. The leather was a light brown and depicted a warm hearth setting in shinning copper, patina adding the occasional freckle of green to the embroidery. [b]”Other one getz this. You tell her the same. Not one of hiz last but still damn good work. Best in the capital.”[/b] She huffs. 

Kagan gives a light bow before speaking. [color=5ec4b3]”The Church thanks you. I’ll be sure to take the value of this off your husband’s tithe when I return home. I’ll see that he’s returned to be entombed by the end of the month.”[/color] He says, formality replacing the warmth from their ealier greeting, not that it seemed to change Javem’s temperment much. 

[b]”Right right. Dun suppose you need anything else. Just dun let the cunts scratch at it. Risk infection. And tell em to be sure ta clean the damn things erry night.”[/b] She grunts, slumping behind her counter. [b]”Now fuck off. I’vez got tools ta clean fer me next customer.”[/b] Kagan wordlessly nods, attempting to hide the bemused smirk on his lips to little avail before heading towards the door. 

Looking down at the Gem, it was fairly obvious that the branding had been...difficult. The lines were clean enough, though there were a few noticable bumps and unintentional jabs caused by the girls thrashing. Part of him wanted to drag the girl back in and have it redone, worried the its legibility would suffer once it fully healed, but he fought the urge. Javem would not have let her go if she was unhappy with her work. 

He kneels down next to Bree, whose decency was only being preserved thanks to the shirt she was keeping pinned to her chest, gently slipping the collar around her throat. [color=5ec4b3]”Bree.”[/color] He whispers, carefully tighting the collar to a comfortable snugness. [color=5ec4b3]”You did...”[/color] He pauses, thinking how best to approach the subject. He sighs, deciding not to for the moment. The girl would probably atleast behave for now. [color=5ec4b3]”It’s done. I’ll give you a few seconds to collect yourself. After that we’ll head back into the market.”[/color] He says, lazily looking at Adora. [color=5ec4b3]”As...I believe I promised a gift for each of you at some point.”[/color]

[hider=Summary] 
Kagan waits like he is at the dentenist. Gems get brands and pretty collars. Though Kagan is getting tired of Bree’s drama. Its just a flesh wound, come on now. Decides to be diplomatic and just give the girls a second to breath before suggesting they go shopping to put this horror behind them.
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