[color=Gold][h2]Atallia Faeron[/h2][/color]

Fear did horrible things to some people. It made them forget who they truly were and take on something they're not. The same could be said for the shy one that had introduced herself as Aery. Talli had no doubt that the girl was strong of mind but she was not strong enough to hold off a Drakken for long. She was fragile; a little porcelain doll that had found its way into the hands of a monster. Tears was stronger and she could hold the Drakken off, at least for a time. She would hold the pressure for a while but eventually, fear would consume her too. It was Atallia who would be the last to fall. The fire was unyielding, strong, destructive. She was the one who should have been soaking up Lugft's attention, not her weaker sisters.

The little fire Gem felt dread claw it's way upwards, corrupting as it went. He had chosen Aery and the Gods only knew what was in store for the young girl. The walk out to the carriage didn't take long at all and within no time, she could feel the now-familiar strength of his fingers wrapping around her waist, helping her up into it. She briefly considered lashing out in hopes of catching his face but that would just bring unnecessary anger that would just lead to her sister suffering further.

So she abided him for the time being, making sure to set her jaw and lock it so that no words were passed beyond her blood-red lips. The dread that had tore its way up through her began to fade away as she watched what Lugft did to Aery, how he petrified her then began to take advantage of her fear, how he tried to use fear and strength to bend her to his will. He was everything wrong with the world. He was a disease and only the fire can purge disease. Her tiny fists balled, her palms heating to a heat that could melt steel that was all compressed within her grip. Atallia's teeth ground against one another and it took all her willpower not to just urge him to... [i]ignite.[/i]

She wasn't about to just sit down and give up, however. Her sister needed her and she knew Drakkens a lot better than Aery. Those bastards only had two emotions - desire and anger. Tears had already triggered one of those and it did little but Atallia was going to get the other one. Transferring some of the heat to her small knuckles, she suddenly lashed out with a right hook that was surprisingly strong, especially from a girl of her size. It connected - he probably wasn't expecting one of his precious little brides to have such a nasty bite.

Taking advantage of the shock, she furrowed her eyebrows at him. [color=Gold]"Listen here you Drakken shit. You bastards take brides for children. You want a child with a woman who can twist her words and the child's mind? Or maybe with a girl who's afraid of her own shadow? No, you dunce, you want a child with a little fire in their belly. A child to claim the power that you've always lusted for. I can give you that. Not them."[/color] She hoped he saw the merit to her argument because she was royally fucked if he didn't.