Darin considered that as Ajoran talked about wearing fancy clothes to a wedding. That seemed … Well it was going to be difficult. She looked down at herself. This was the fanciest thing she had ever worn in here life and to be honest it wasn’t that impressive. Her shirt was cotton. Her pants were linen. Her belt and boots were leather. It was all brown. It wasn’t quite the same style as what she wore when farming, but she wouldn’t mind farming in it. She didn’t think it would suit for a wedding. She might even have to wear something special since she was supposed to do the marrying. She would have to ask Ridahne.

As she thought she watched Ajoran buy things. She wasn’t sure she liked people giving her special treatment just because she was The Seed-Bearer. Then again, she yanked the Sols about just because she was The Seed-Bearer. So, maybe she shouldn’t be talking. And it wasn’t like she was getting things for free or asking for things. Besides if she wasn’t The Seed-Bearer she wouldn’t have children running to give her little trinkets and the little trinkets were pretty damn cool. Maybe it would be alright if she accepted what people were willing to give her and didn’t abuse it. Okay, no more abusing her position. Or rather, she would try not to abuse it.

She considered the treat that she had half eaten, “I could put apples in this for sure. It would be more like apple dumplings than apple pie, but I could do it.” She looked up at the Taja, “You know, Ridahne asked me to marry her.” Her eyes got wide as she realized what she said, “No! I mean! That’s not.” She forced herself to take a deep breath, “What I mean is Ridahne asked me to perform the ceremony. What do you think about that?”

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Harai felt his eyes go wide as his terror returned, “I don’t know! Aliceson keeps to himself. I’ve only meet him once and not very long.” He wracked his memories trying to recall what he knew, “He was one of the founders, or recruited by one of the founders. I can’t remember what he looks like. Brown, I think. Brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin.” He sounded desperate to be believed, “I don’t remember. I promise.”

Harai knew that he was doing well. He had been honest with the warrior and she let drink and cool down. He could only hope that by continuing to be honest he would eventually be let loose and then could go confess to his cell of the Red Hand what had happened. He would probably be cast out, but at least then would know what he had done and what The Seed-Bearer looked like. They would know that she was female, not male like they had believed. Whatever Harai could do for the cause he would do it. Of course, this plan depended on this crazy Azurei woman believing him. He just didn’t know what she wanted to know.