[h2]Tirza R'Miva[/h2]
Praeth, sister bride to Nadia and Araxie


It wasn't hard to see that she had pissed off her husband, but if wanted to play games he better be ready for her to play just as hard as him. She sat on the other side Araxie far from Praeth. She knew that that the other two wished to be close to him, plus she had a feeling that her husband didn't want her close as she had pissed him off. But then she was good at doing such things, not that she always tried to. She swore that her parents must of been fire and water, as they made steam or air essentially. She was created by two elements that rarely mix, hence why she was troublesome. 

Before Praeth even said they were allowed to eat Tirza was already filling her plate. She was weak after using her element for as long as she did. She didn't even notice the blood covered Gem, but then they were sitting on the same side as said Gem. Instead she was more interested in her food. She wasn't surprised by how good the food was, as she lived close to the border at orphanage. All the girls were taught the ways of the Drakken's and what they ate and drank. This was as the girls of age at the orphanage were usually taken first before the reapers went further into Gemminia. So in short she knew what she liked.

She placed a few fruits and pastries on Araxie's plate. [color=pink]"You will love these."[/color] She said as she smirked at the girl before returning to eat her food that was piled on her plate. As she ate she could feel the eyes of a few Drakkens on her. They either could still smell her or they were surprised by her ravenous appetite or both. She looked at the Drakken beside her, she winked and smiled before taking a sip of her water.

The Drakken simply looked at her then at Praeth then back to her and shook his head. He then turned back to his own meal. Tirza contemplated flirting with the Drakken Lord,  but then she remembered her husband's warning. She bit her lip, this was the first time in a long time that the little voice in her head actually spoke. And it confused her for a moment, as she never had it tell her not to do something. Maybe this was the little voice everyone said she didn't have. If so, she didn't like it. It ruined her fun and made her think of what would happen if she did something. She hoped that it would go away as she didn't want to care about such things.

Tirza was about to ignore the little voice when another Drakken stood and spoke with a chilling voice. She felt slightly sorry for the girls that he claimed, but then she was sure that if they didn't piss him off nothing horrible would happen. That's what she thought about most in the room, yet she didn't heed her own advice, but she never did.

When the Drakken finally said that they were now at war, the room went into a chaos of words. But she felt nothing, she wasn't shocked nor did she care. Her [i]people[/i] treated her like dirt, she wasn't accepted by anyone as she was the product of an affair, and such children were a blight on Gemminite society. She did feel bad that more children would end up as orphans and that they wouldn't have a normal life. But then a part of her didn't care too much.

After waiting a few minutes she went back to eating. She wasn't going to let the news of War ruin her appetite.