[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/cute-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180402/aab270d056f9d9202d806dca34fe3d7b.png[/img][/url] Bride of Gwillim[@Tracyarmav] and Scyrvensrel and Sister Bride of Tempest [@eclecticwitch] Interacting with Alfhi and Gwillim [@Tracyarmav[/center] After the terrifying breakfast, the day seemed to speed by. She and Alfhi spent a lot of time together and she was begging to feel like the girl's doll. After the fights were some sort of dinner party and Hestia was once again overwhelmed with the thought of all of those people milling about. Alfhi had been allowed to choose her clothes and dress her up as she saw fit. The girl had good taste, not that Hestia would know - having been used to repurposed potato sacks. She wore a soft, mossy green dress that complimented her eyes. A slit along the side of the dress allowed for pale gold (nearly white) ruffled fabric to show and give a bit of contrast. Hestia's wild hair had somehow been tamed and put into an intricate bun. For the first time in her life, she looked into the mirror and thought herself a bit pretty. The party was just as intimidating as she had anticipated. She stuck close to Alfhi, threading her arm through hers as they sat together. Alfhi chatted happily and Hestia leaned close to hear. Their heads were close in a conspiratorial manner which helped her ignore the number of people milling about the room. Someone interrupted their quiet chatting by clearing their throat. Hestia's turned quickly toward them, wide-eyed and ready to bolt. It was a male Drakkan, older judging by his wrinkles. But he also had a warm smile that calmed her fluttering heart. It seemed he was there to claim Alfhi, demanding lightly that she should come and speak to her uncles and aunts for a bit. Alfhi promised to return soon and Hestia sat still and alone. She watched the people and became more and more agitated as time passed. She was feeling a bit faint and just needed a place to be alone. Slowly, so as to not draw attention to herself she began to move around the edge of the room until she made it to an archway. Once around the corner, she bolted, running as fast as the long dress would allow. At the first door, she could find she opened it and ducked inside. Quietly she closed it and leaned her forehead against the cool wood for a moment before turning around and finding that her husband was also in the room. Jade green eyes widened as her back pressed against the door. Her hand began to search for the door handle without success. [hider=Summary] Hestia looks preeeety! There's a party. Alfhi is kidnapped by some family members. Hestia books it but finds herself in Gwillim's study. Ooops. [/hider] --- [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/zengheo-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180614/6c81610b2e2ebd3207aad7ef9af6b77d.png[/img][/url] Bride of Gwillim [@Tracyarmav], Scyrvensrel and Sister Bride of Hestia [@eclecticwitch] Interacting with Scyr[/center] [color=00aeef] After the rather awkward breakfast, Tempe got a bit of time to know her sister bride and her.... daughter? She found Hestia to be a pleasant and sweet little thing. It seemed Alfhi, while intrigued by the new addition, was suspicious of her. Perhaps worried that something might happen to Hestia? None the less she found the Drakkan child delightful. And when the time came for the girl to watch the fights, she and Hestia had taken the time to explore their surroundings. Hestia had clung to her and meekly followed where ever it was the Tempe lead. Both were a bit quiet so to break the silence Tempest told stories and old folk tales from home. This seemed to calm and relax Hestia. It seemed to hadn't heard most of them and Temper wondered what sort of life the poor thing had led before. With the return of husband and wife, the two gems were claimed. Hestia by Alfhi who had scampered up to her before her parents could say anything. And Tempest by Scyr. She followed to woman up to her chambers and helped her remove her armour. She fumbled a bit with the knots, unused to having to untie such things. But after a while, it became a bit like unhitching the horses from the wagons. With the armour removed she helped to wipe any dirt away from the woman's face. She was pretty in the Drakkan sort of way. Hard lines and wide planes. Next was a wonderful and relaxing bath for Scyr and Tempest helped to wash her back and hair. There was a party to prepare for after all. After the bath Scyr dressed while Tempest told her a story from home. She hadn't needed the Gem's help so she wasn't sure what else to do. It seemed mother and daughter had a penchant for enjoying dressing up their Gems. Once Scyr had finished preparing, she pulled from a wardrobe an elegant sky blue gown which she helped Tempe slip into. Then her dreadlocks were arranged and pulled back from her face. Little metal clasps and feathers were added. [color=00aeef][b]"Thank you, Lady,"[/b][/color] Tempe said softly and touched the blue silk. She had never worn anything so expensive in her life. Scyr shrugged and swept an approving eye over the girl's appearance. In fact, looked at her far longer than should have been necessary. [color=00aeef][b] "Is something wrong ma'am?"[/b][/color] The Drakkan woman shook her head and replied that nothing was. Holding out her arm, Tempest stared at her. What was she supposed to do? Scyr directed her to link arms as well as where to put her hand. In this fashion, they joined the party. [hider=Summary] Tempe spends time with Alfhi and Hestia. Leads Hestia around the home. When their owners return she helps undress and bathe Scyr. Gets her own new fancy clothes and goes to a party. [/hider]