[center][h3][color=B0C4DE][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180415/8766bcbe72dc86096741efaec737debc.png[/img][/color][/h3][/center] [center] [sub] Bride of Keregar [@Legion02]; and sister bride of Nadia [@Vesuvius00][/sub][/center] A small hiccup of fear flashed through her as the second egg was snatched from the air, Xaelia felt herself physically shrink as the shout echoed around the small enclosed room. The rational part of her mind knew that this little boy could snap her neck as easily as he crushed the egg. The rational part was ready to drop to her knees and beg for her life. But the rational part was easily silence. Xae stood with her eyes burning holes into the little drakkan as he fumbled through his excuses. But she kept her mouth shut. She watched him devolve from anger to justification first to Nadia then to himself, before finally muttering a final world about breakfast and vanishing off to some other room. Although Varzar told them to enjoy breakfast, Xae felt a queasiness in her stomach that left food the very last thing she wanted. Nevertheless, she reached a hand into one of baskets filled with hard bread, intending to hide it for later. After a moment's hesitation she grab a second one for Nadia before walking over to the girl. “[color=B0C4DE]Nadia, are you….alright really?[/color]” She paused a moment for the girl’s response before a new figure enter the room. Kieran. She felt her heart freeze, all rage leaving her body like a rush of water as she saw the brother. “[b]What… do we have here. All alone? Did little brother run off? No… don’t tell me. Let’s not ruin the fun…Oh my… maybe he scorned you. Were you jealous when he preferred the gentle Gem?[/b]” Xaelia took a few quick steps back until she felt one of the countertops press against her back. The anger evaporating like drops of water on the desert floor. “[b]No worries. I can make you feel better.[/b]” “[color=B0C4DE]Y-your father told us to eat[/color],” she whispered, her mind grasping at anything. “[color=B0C4DE]He will be upset if you s-stop us from following an order,[/color]” She side step slightly, trying to get closer to the door. “[color=B0C4DE]Don’t you think?[/color]” [hider=TLDR] Not a whole lot happens. Xae is mad and attempts to talk her way out of everything [/hider] [center][h3][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180415/e3162e270ccbec2ed7880548610c3077.png[/img][/h3][/center] [center][sub] Bride of Azilon [@WeepingLiberty]and sister bride to Lienna [@Obscene Symphony][/sub][/center] “[color=8493ca]I know not of which home from your memories you speak of, but your home is with me now. This is only a temporary stop, I hope to return to the forest soon. Perhaps you’ll feel more at ease there than here in the desert. You’re a child of your gods’ matriarch, am I wrong? If there is something that will help ease your mind while we stay here, let me know. I shall do my best.[/color]” Rya’s eyes swept over Az’s face, flicking from his mouth to his eyes and then to his horns, finally settled vaguely back on his eyes. Her eyes widening as she spoke, lips pulling into a thin line, understanding flicking across her face as he finished speaking. Reaching a hand out, she patted the drakkan between the horns, smooshing the the front of his hair down.[Color=98FB98] “Returning to my hut might be better. You’ve cause me nothing but trouble since I met you[/color],” She nodded once as though some great decision had been made before kicked the horse forward into the estate. ------------ The estate was just as it was the before. Too dark, too confinding. Eyes watching everywhere. Az called forth one of the many servants that seemed to fade in and out of existence. Only around when needed. The servant wasn’t a Gem, but she wasn’t a drakkan either. Tawny skin covered in white marking. She wore clothing that seemed to be designed to make life more cumbersome. Far too tight to allow for easy movement and the cut of it offered less modesty than if she would have been allowed to be naked. Her hair fell back from her head, leaving two broken stumps of what much have been antlers. She didn’t speak, didn’t look at Rya. Her movement tense as though she expected an attack at any moment. Which, given her home, wasn’t too far off. The fawn girl left her in setting room near the front and vanished soon after. Rya stood, choosing to pace the room, waiting for Az to return so they could leave. The longer the remain, the more the shadows would tug and catch, until leaving was impossible. The pacing helped keep the shadows from snagging and catching ankles. Like stepping thru the tangled underbrush of the forest. There was a shifting in the house, a call of [color=ed1c24]“Now, where’s my payment, don’t tell me you lost her?”[/color] [i] Morganna [/i] and behind her [i] The killer [/i] He was the one who smashed the drakkan into a thousand pieces upon the floor. Possibly for existing? Drakkan had killed for much less anyway. She felt his eyes cross over her and felt the energy of ‘end’. Most drakkan wanted to have or to hurt gems. This one wanted them gone. Her gone. Her at the end. But he made no move towards her. A few second later Az entered the room, sending Morgana off into the depths of the house. A wave of relief shot through her, although not a certainty, Az was better than nothing for protection. She took a few steps towards him, ready to leave, only to be stopped by the fawn girl and her tea. “[color=8493ca]Rya. Your tea. Sit down and drink it…. Slowly.[/color]” Rya shot Azilon a frustrated look before marching over the cup of tea. She lifted her feet slightly off the floor the keep the shadows off her shoes before sipping at the tea. It was hot and far too spicy to be enjoyed. But the faster she slow sipped, the sooner they’d be leaving. She felt Azilon’s figure shift, blocking her sight from something behind. She choked on her tea as the voice of Salazar echoed around the room. “[color=f4a460]Good boy, I see you went and retrieved our little Rya. Proud of you.[/color]” That one wanted to hurt and have and at the moment the one who wanted to simply end her seemed like the better choice. She stood the second after Salazar left, knocking over her cup and spilling what little tea was left in it across the table. She all but ran to Az, Rya shoved herself under Az’s arm, her eyes still watching Hod uneasily, her eyes occasionally drifting to the door that Salazar had left from. “[Color=98FB98] Az...are Gems close enough to Drakka that eating them would be considered cannibalism?[/color]” She whispered, burrowing her head between his arm and body, every muscle in her body tensed. “[Color=98FB98] “Back to the forest before we find out?” [/color] [hider] -don’t let the shadows eat you -don’t let the new drakkan eat you -don’t let the old drakkan eat you -best to just leave you silly poof [/hider]