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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color]  The Carriage[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima was glad of the physical touch Jandar initiated.  It helped bring her mind back to the present.  She slipped her arms around his waist and lay her head against his chest.  It was obvious that they had been traveling for a day with no chance to bathe, but she imagined she smelled no rose either at this point.  With his fingers running through her hair she could have purred, however, there was something much more interesting going on between all of them.  Her mind was in the present and it was not at all pleased with what she supposed was happening.

She listened and gathered the clues she needed to understand the situation.  They were going to leave her here and go have fun in the village.  Well, not fun.  And for obvious reasons, she couldn't go.  But why not?  For just as many reasons against there were for.  A small pout came to her lips as Jandar gave her a light squeeze.  She pulled back and crossed her arms beneath her chest.  She chewed her cheek, considering the questions posed to her as well as the offense she was planning to take or leave.  [color=6E8E67]"There are distinct differences in frame,"[/color] she started in a slow, cold tone.  Her eyes searched the Pruulish woman as if she were seeing her for the first time since their introduction. [color=6E8E67] "But I believe some adjustments could be made easily to the things I own.  And her short hair is fine, it could be styled in a pleasing manner.  I have a cute idea.  Make-up, jewels, yes I have them all.  However..."[/color]  She turned eyes on all in the group, [color=6E8E67]"Wouldn't it just be easier to send me?  I have traveled Terrielle extensively.  I have the knowledge and experience needed here."[/color]  What they were actually going to do she didn't know, but she sure did sound convincing.  At least to her own ears.

[color=6E8E67]"Could there not be as many reasons for a young Queen to be romping the countryside?  I mean to say, no one has to know I have a Court.  Nor land.  Though can I say I can still stake claim upon it, for truth it is abandoned, no...?" [/color] Her words became harsh and choked with the memory of the burning pyre.  [color=6E8E67]"What I am getting at is...  Would it not be safer for me to act the part of what I am rather than have two pretend at what they are not?"  [/color]

She then smiled at Dareen.  [color=6E8E67]"That isn't to say you wouldn't cut a lovely figure.  I am all for making you up and taking you along.  I do love a good make-over."[/color]  She had many an idea on which dresses she could butcher and remake, make-up and hairstyles.  Dareen had a figure that would lend well to an off the shoulder dress with cinching at the waist and a bell skirt.  And with some reworking she had some idea for trousers to be worn visibly with a skirt cut short in the front and long in the back to allow for easier movement.  The woman would have the gentlemen drooling after Fatima was done with her.  As if in afterthought she did not give Xandar much more than a passing glance upon his return.  She had much bigger fish to fry.