[center][color=33d6c2][h3][i]Saisri “Sisi” Tyalanthe[/i][/h3]
[sub]Bride of Exon Xe’Jah [@Ellion], sister-bride to Nadia Parnel [@Vesuvius00][/sub][/color][/center]
Saisri said nothing—there was nothing more to say, really. A faint look of concern settled upon her face, her brow knitting and her mouth tensing slightly, as the little fire gem pulled away from Exon and walked to the fireplace, kneeling beside it. Within moments a warm glow filled the room.

Saisri walked to stand by Nadia, observing the fire. With the orange glow from the flames flickering and dancing on the girl’s face, Saisri had to admit the girl looked beautiful. Maybe not beautiful in the same way the girls from the village of Khele had been. Not the tan, athletic kind of girl that Saisri had grown up around. But lovely nonetheless.

[color=33d6c2]“You have a gift with your fire, Nadia; You have such control and poise with it. I have never met a child of Pyrus who could place her element so precisely where she wanted it. Your grace will be your greatest asset; nurture it.”[/color] Saisri smiled down at the little gem, and reached towards the small table where there was a pitcher of water. She drew the liquid out of the pitcher, forming it into a globe in the air, and carefully suspended the silver-looking fluid in the air above the fire, ensuring that none of it would drip.

[color=33d6c2]“I have some herbal teas in my backpack… perhaps some tea before bed?”[/color]

She was somewhat startled by the appearance of the woman with the pots of ink and the needles; she didn’t know what she expected for the marking but… a tattoo wasn’t it. Nonetheless, she did as she was told, unbuttoning the top of her dress enough to slide it down and bare her back. She felt no urge to cover herself; in the summer months the girls in her village had run around naked or almost-so, after all. Instead she just stood calmly, waiting for the needle to press into her skin.

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[center][color=a2d39c][h3][i]Sorici Amberra[/i][/h3]
[sub](Not my character. Taking over indefinitely for [@SevenStormStyle] during their absence.)
Bride of Cuwarr Naxremis [@Cubix], sister-bride to Kalani Solle [@karamonnom][/sub][/color][/center]

The entirety of the evening sped past in a blur of shapes, colors, and flowery words. Sorici allowed the events to wash over her, not disturbing her roots. Here she would stand, solidly, and wait for an opportunity to make itself available.

Things didn’t really catch up with her until Cuwarr, until her… husband had gone to the other room to… freshen up, he’d said. Though the girl knew exactly what he was talking about, she wasn’t quite willing to accept that yet.

She watched the other bride, Kalani, out of the corner of her eye; clearly the other girl didn’t exactly know what to make of the situation either.

To the lord’s statement, once he’d emerged again from the washroom, this time without the gauzy cloth over his eyes, Sorici merely dipped a small, respectful curtsy and said nothing. Her gaze was caught by the… objects that the lord was setting up around the room, her ears by the words he spoke. Talking about their strength and how he hoped it would not fail them.

How… interesting. A faint bit of color came to the girl’s cheeks and she bit her lip slightly, not entirely sure what to say. Instead she let the silent hesitation spread, like a canopy, over the three of them. 
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[center][color=fda5e7][h3][i]Aerienna “Aery” Cassiel[/i][/h3]
[sub]Bride of Lugft Huron [@agentmanatee], sister-bride to Atallia Faeron [@NarcissisticPotato][/sub][/color][/center]
	Aery had thought she was doing rather well, letting the blackness wash over her without panicking, for once. But unfortunately, it was not to last; a tongue of fire wrapped around the back of her neck and she had the disorienting sensation of being yanked through the air. The sensation of having her mouth pulled open by a savage kiss was… unexpected, but not entirely unpleasant, in her oxygen-deprived mind. What was unpleasant was the feeling of air rushing into her lungs. As her husband pulled away, fire in his eyes and voice, the tiny girl shied away from him a bit.

	Her fear only increased as he seized her by the arm and yanked, pulling her along towards where she could only assume was his bedchambers. Before she had much of a chance to examine the room, she felt the disorienting tilt of being flung through the air, then had all of the wind knocked out of her as she bounced heavily, then landed on the bed, her body unintentionally folding in an almost provocative manner.

	The lord asked which one of them wanted to be first. As though they’d have a choice; both would suffer tonight, of that she was sure. The question was, which would be more painful? The searing fire and lust that would be the first round, or the calculating, slow burn, once the blaze had been tempered a little?

	Casting a glance to her sister-bride, Aery decided that she was going to take her chances. She raised her voice, though she could not mask the tiny bit of apprehension that tinged her words. [color=fda5e7]“Me, if it please my lord. I would be honored to go first.”[/color] 
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[color=33d6c2][b]Saisri:[/b] Sisterly bonding moment, little more Sisi backstory[/color]
[color=a2d39c][b]Sorici:[/b] Glossing over a lot of stuff just to get Sorici caught up and to get a feel for what writing her is like. Please don’t hate me for it, Idfk how to write this character yet as she is not my own creation.[/color]
[color=fda5e7][b]Aerienna:[/b] Volunteers as tribute for the honor of being Lugft’s first conquest. Aaaand fade to black.[/color]
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