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[h2][color=B47B84]Sera Makatza[/color][/h2]
[sub]Bride of [color=008B8B]Ineraz Evrenarth[/color] [@SilverPaw]. Sister Bride of [color=9e0039]Zeldria Miphras[/color] [@SaltwaterThief]
Interacting with Ineraz and Zeldria[/sub]
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[color=9e0039][b]"Sera, what do you think?"[/b][/color] 

Sera turned to the familiar voice of her sister bride calling her name. Zeldria was holding two different cloaks and looked unsure of what one to pick. One was grey, almost silver, and the other was a darker grey resembling the gloomy sky on a cold and rainy winter night. She could care less which cloak Zeldria picked having little interest in clothing items herself but was curious as to why, all of a sudden, Zeldria was engaging her when the girl had clearly been scared of her since they arrived at the Evrenarth manor. 

With a heavy sigh Sera chose to humour her sister for the time being and took a few small steps toward her. The fair skinned Gem raised a finger and began to point back and forth between the two cloaks while silently speaking to herself. Her finger landed on the silver cloak in a final ‘mo’

[color=B47B84]”That one”[/color] Sera chose matter of factly even though her decision was based on pure luck.

From where she stood she could tell her sister was a bit anxious having asked her the question she did. Sera wondered if she had meant to. All of the [i]scared[/i] people in her life had dared not speak to her but instead ridiculed her in fear from a distance. 

[i][b]Freak. Abomination. Monster.[/b][/i]

Sera quickly looked away from Zeldria, careful to hide the pain in her eyes. Without looking back at her sister she wandered away from her and back to her husband’s side. Zeldria was a bitter reminder of a past she was desperate to run away from, [color=B47B84][i]or turn to ash[/i][/color]. Sera’s hand tightened into a fist as a flood of memories came pouring in. 

[i]There she was, in a crowd just like the one on the streets of Železna Kri. All of the people had surrounded her, their words spitting venom in her direction. She was collapsed on the ground in the center of the circle, her hands tightly holding her head tucked in as close to her body as humanly possible. Tears rolled down her face in an uncontrollable manner as she wept with each tongue lashing. 

Please…  please help me…[/i]

Sera’s hand began to radiate heat until she was jolted into reality when a massive force ran into her, knocking her to the ground. Sera looked up at the Drakkan that had knocked her, he was running toward a crowd of people who were tossing each other around and shouting. The street fight was growing in size and ferocity as most onlookers were quick to join in, each one more aggressive than the last. Gruelling shrieks of pain echoed through the laneways as weapons were drawn and sought blood. In a mere matter of seconds, a full on brawl consumed the street.

[Hider=Summary]Sera eenie meenie miny mo’s for the cloak and has a sad flashback of being bullied by her village. She is about to get real cray but some Drakkan knocks her over running toward a street fight![/hider]