[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]outskirts of the village[/i][/center]

	Dareen had a meek smile on her face as Fatima talked, her hands hanging limply in Fatima's grasp. She was...quite...bubbly, wasn't she? She had listened while Jandar and Fatima had talked- not like there was another room to go too anyway- and hadn't even considered for a moment that she was being pushed out. After all, they knew each other well. Dareen was just tagging along trying to help. Her energy was infectious, but Dareen couldn't help but knit her eyebrows together and look jokingly dismayed when Fatima brought up the matter of skin and covering. To protect from sharp things, she wanted to say wryly. But Fatima perhaps considered this already, or maybe she just thought it was an impolite question to ask. Plus, putting down Fatima wouldn't be very funny, she felt. The Queen before her seemed like a very sensitive person. Though, Dareen thought, I'm one to talk. Who's the one scared of a dress, again? Get over yourself.

	[color=c4df9b]"I like...yellow? Blue?"[/color] She barely managed, having never really thought about this before. [color=c4df9b]"Skin? I don't- really-"[/color] She stammered. Like a v-neck or something? Dareen would die of embarassment, no doubt. Wearing a frilly dress is already uncomfortable enough. Dareen was trying her best, though, not wanting to disappoint.

	In only a matter of moments though, Fatima was already off on some other mad crusade and Dareen was left in a cloud of flustered, amused dust. Still, the Queen had left something important to think about- a cover. She had mentioned that Dareen could be a fighter of some kind, though how that would work with a dress was beyond the yellow-jeweled Witch. Perhaps she was in for a makeover regardless of the cover story. Dareen was a terrible liar. She'd never been taught how, really. Within her mercenary core, honor and loyalty were everything, for as much as that was worth. If you were going to stab someone, stab them in the front, not the back. Subterfuge, espionage, social engineering...these were beyond her. Jandar seemed to have a better idea of what they might do. The idea of dressing up as some decently well off foreign merchant and just staying quiet seemed the easiest and safest thing to do. Dareen hadn't done much of anything but keep to herself ever since she left Pruul, and even she attracted attention whever she went. 

	Blowing air through her lips she put her weight onto one leg and a hand on a hip. After a brief silence of watching Fatima skip away, Dareen said,[color=c4df9b] "...You'd die for her, huh?"[/color] Referring to some of the remarks he made earlier. While the words themselves may have been derisive, her tone was one of admiration and sincerity. The way Jandar talked earlier, his goals seemed to be that of Fatima replacing Dorothea. A goal so lofty it might as well have been impossible. As for dying for someone, Dareen had never wanted to do that. She would fight for people, sure, but even the person she respected most in her life doesn't have claim over her life. Evidence by the fact that her commander was weeks walk away and she left without saying goodbye. So the idea of laying one's life down for another was alien and strange. Something for storybooks. Yet from the way Jandar spoke and carried himself, Dareen felt as if he would throw himself on a sword if it meant keeping Fatima safe. Then again, Dareen never was the best judge of character. Clearly...she didn't even know herself.