Darin considered that as she finished her treat. It was true that she had taken the name Torzinei. Did that mean if she didn’t do the ceremony that Hadian would do it? Would one of Ajoran’s family members? She wasn’t sure and she didn’t want to ask. This whole marriage things made sense, in a confusing sort of way. She had a feeling that no matter how many questions she asked she might never really understand it, and to be honest she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask more question. She was going to have to though. She was going to have to learn what she was supposed to say in order to do it right. She didn’t want to be the reason why this went wrong.

She looked up at the sky, “In that case I better learn what I’m supposed to do and say during this ceremony. It wouldn’t do to mess it up after all.” She muttered to herself, “That’s the last thing I want.”

Now that Darin was done having fun the rain was starting to peter out. It would still be cloudy for a while and still be considerably cooler than most of Tasen would be used to, but soon they would be able to start drying things out that needed drying out. With any luck the hot desert wind would blow out most of the mostiue in the air before it became to muggy. Muggy was the worst and Darin would take that opinion to her grave even if that grave was hundreds of years from now. She moved to head back towards the Sols’ compound. They could walk and talk, and Darin was eager to get to a kitchen where she could work her apple-based magic. And see Ridahne, but she would keep that to herself for now.

^_^

Harai was frantic, “I don’t know any more! I swear! I only saw him once! I came to Tasen because of rumors that The Seed-Bearer was being helped by an Eija! I wasn’t planning to actually see The Seed-Bearer! I wasn’t planning to cause trouble. Tasen is a dangerous place of Red Hands. Your Sols know no mercy. In fact, I wasn’t supposed to come at all!”

Harai sucked in a gasp of air as he realized what he had just inadvertently confessed to. No one was looking for him. No one would miss him. No one would come looking for him. In fact, if he died and it was found out he died in Tasen many of his fellow Red Hands would say it was his own fault for coming to Tasen. He had come hoping to figure out more about why an Eija would be helping The Seed-Bearer so far from their desert home. He hadn’t expected to finally, [i]finally[/i] get a visual of The Seed-Bearer that could be passed to other members of the Red Hand. He wouldn’t get the chance to pass it on if he died here though. He needed to get out of here.

He hung his head and whispered defeatedly, “What more do you want from me? I’ve told you all I know. I promise.”