[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/zengo-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180614/6c81610b2e2ebd3207aad7ef9af6b77d.png[/img][/url] Bride of Gwillim [@Tracyarmav], Scyrvensrel [@amethyst] and Sister Bride of Hestia [@eclecticwitch] Interacting with Scyr[/center] [color=00aeef] Tempe was just as surprised as Scyr to see her there. She had not anticipated that Drakken would be married to other Drakken. Though it made absolute sense. The woman gave her a grand and graceful curtsey. Tempe stared a long moment, quite confused as she had never - not even from the likes of Gems - been treated with such measures of society. Rather like rats or pigeons they were, though perhaps quite a bit more entertaining. Awkwardly she returned the curtsey - though it made her appear more as a stumbling crane than a graceful member of the court. She had not minded Scyr's statement. It hardly mattered really that her last husband was now dead. The true disturbing thing was the man who had killed him. Seeing all of the blood. Seeing his dead body on the ground. The harshness of Gwillam's form. Tempe shuddered before she could stop herself. "I.." she started, glancing at the violent man who had captured her. He spoke gruffly and she found herself quite afraid of him. He was a monster, like from a fireside story. She found his tone just as horrifying as his blade had been. Hesitantly she started again to reply to Scyr. Nervousness made her hands shake and she attempted to hide them in the folds of her orange dress. [color=00aeef][b]"I am Tempest,"[/b][/color] she replied, her voice shaking just as terribly as her hands. [color=00aeef][b]"Nice too meetchya."[/b][/color] More and more people came into the room and it became obvious that she would not need to serve. She decided to take a seat near Scyr since she had been the kindest in so far to speak with her. The foods before her were quite foreign but she ate them without complaint. Who knew when she would get the chance to eat again. Twas the struggle of a traveller. [hider=Summary] Tempe is deeply concerned about Gwillim and is in fact terrified of him. Scyr seems nice and she chooses to eat her breakfast near the woman. [/hider] --- [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/cute-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180402/aab270d056f9d9202d806dca34fe3d7b.png[/img][/url] Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and Scyrvensrel [@Amethyst] Interacting with Alfhi [@Tracyarmav[/center] [color=96BF75] Hestia mumbled something in reply as Scyr spoke to her. She could not remember what it was she said or what Scyr has said to her. She was so exhausted that her tired brain merely put her back into sleep. She curled around the jumble of blankets, her hair splayed around her in a tangled mess. She vaguely heard the door open and then close. For a little while more she slept in peaceful bliss. However, when she awakened a terror gripped her heart. How long had she been sleeping? Would her father beat her for not getting the chores done fast enough? Not having breakfast prepared? She sat up in the bed, clutching the blankets to her chest. As she looked around the room she realized this was not the same home she had lived in all of her life. The events leading up to now, including her removing her shift and sleeping naked next to a complete stranger, flooded her mind. Her cheeks flushed darkly as she hid her face in the blankets. Since there was no one else in the room, her embarrassment was short lived. She removed herself from the bed and washed up, bringing her reckless hair back into a tamed position as a lion's mane around her face. The new dress she found was of a soft moss green and complimented her willowy physique. She donned it before hesitantly poking her face out of the door. There was no one present so she went through, closing the door silently. Hestia wandered down the hall until she came face to face with a guard. He grunted at her and she squeaked back in fear. "That way," he gestured down the stairs. She gave a quiet thanks as she followed his directions. A couple more guards gave her the path and she found herself at a full dining room. Her cheeks were warm with shock. So many people, many she had met the night before. And here she was, the last to enter, the center of attention. She would have sat next to Scyr save the strange, dark girl next to her. Instead, Hestia made her way apologetically around the table to sit next to Alfhi. She offered the young Drakken a small smile but then caught sight of Gwillam's angered face. She immediately turned to look at her empty plate. She dared not move another muscle lest she draw more attention to herself. [hider=Summary] She sleeps a bit longer, wakes up to think she has disappointed her 'father' only to remember that she is in Drakka. And was naked with Scyr. She gets dressed, makes her way down to breakfast and finds a weird girl at the table. Decides to sit next to Alfhi, is terrified of Gwillam, and stares at her empty plate. [/hider]