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[h2][color=9BD9E3]Arden Gaothaire[/color][/h2]
[sub] Bride of [color=crimson][b]Heccarmin[/b][/color] [@ClocktowerEchos]; Sister Bride to [color=82ca9d][b]Sorrin[/b][/color] [@WeepingLiberty][/sub]
[sub]Interacting with [b]Heccarim[/b] and [b]Sorrin[/b][/sub]
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Concerned eyes watched as little Sorrin turned green and rushed for the nearest window. The sound of the girl’s stomach emptying into the ocean caused a similar curdling feeling in Arden’s. The Gem’s face twisted into disgust as she gestured an obvious unpleasant expression; she had never been able to stomach the presence of vomit. The colour Arden had regained in her face since waking was quickly fading away with every dry heave that came from Sorrin. How such a sweet and innocent girl could make such a wretched sound was beyond her. 

[color=82ca9d]”Aaaaardeeeen.”[/color] Sorrin’s voice carried through the room with the tone of a whining child but it didn’t bother Arden. In fact, it brought a strange smile to the Gem. Like how a mother smiles warmingly at their upset child in an attempt to comfort them. 

Arden gathered enough strength to shuffle toward Sorrin without having to stand on her own two feet. She rubbed the girl’s back once she reached her and offered a gentle “shhh”. Arden had been on a boat before, though it was much smaller than the one she was on now. The water rocking against the vessel had never bothered her stomach but she knew for many people that sea sickness was a real thing. For Sorrin it was. [color=9BD9E3]”We won’t be on this boat forever. Just hang in there, OK?”[/color]

The sound of chain drew Arden’s attention away from Sorrin and to Heccarim. The shadow of their captor was already above them… He had moved in a way that she hadn’t noticed him approach them on the floor. Instinctively, Arden’s hand moved from Sorrin’s back and wrapped itself around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer into her in a protective manner. It wouldn’t matter though; the Warden plucked them from the ground and dangled them above the floor as if they were meat drying on a rack. The Gem thought about resisting but before her actions came to fruition she remembered the Warden’s very real threat; any punishment she incurred would be inflicted on Sorrin. Arden glared at Heccarim as he replaced her collar with one that that had barbed wire on it and threw her against the wall opposite to Sorrin. He chained her there and returned to a seat that was so perfectly placed to [i]watch[/i] them.

[color=9BD9E3][i]A barbed collar… what does this monster have planned?[/i][/color]. The Warden was a man of intention, something she had learned with how he acted and the way he spoke. Every action had purpose, but what was this action’s purpose? 

The hoblars returned with plates of mouth watering fruit and vegetables. The feast was placed in the center of the room, perfectly between Sorrin and herself. Arden’s stomach growled at the sight of the platter but she knew that it would come with a price. The Warden had yet to prove himself to be anything but kind. Arden moved her head from side to side to test the new collars but she couldn’t decide their purpose.  The Gem lifted her shoulder as she leaned her head toward it when a prick stopped her advance. Arden’s eyes widened in shock as the realization began to sink in… Her eyes moved toward the plate of food between her and her sister bride and then to the monster who owned them. 

[color=crimson]"Your naivete is… unwelcomed Sorrin. But I suppose your enthusiasm is something worthwhile. Arden however, what about you? Are you so willing?"[/color]

Arden scowled at the Warden with each word he spoke. The Gem had pieced it together slowly but the monster had confirmed her suspicions; eating would come with the price of hurting each other with the barbed collars adorned on their necks. [color=9BD9E3]”Willing?”[/color] Arden asked, mockery in her voice. 

With eyes locked on her monsterous husband, she spat on the floor in the direction of the floor. She was hungry, starving even, but she wouldn’t hurt the innocent girl for her own personal self gain. She wouldn’t let the Warden win his sick and twisted games… she wouldn’t give him that pleasure. Arden drew her attention away from him and to Sorrin, her face much softer nower.

[color=9BD9E3]”You should eat, Sorrin. Don’t worry about me.”[/color]

[Hider=Summary]Arden thinks Sorrin is cute but also gross. Ew puke.
Arden still hates Heccarim and gives him icy cold death glares. 
Arden figures out Heccarim's twisted game with the barbed collars. Try again though, sweety.. Arden is too proud(dumb?) to let you win.[/hider]