[center][h2][color=98fb98]Rya Mira  [/color][/h2]
"Who the hell knows" of [color=skyblue]Aeila Snowblood[/color] and [color=8493ca] Azilon Dantanath [/color][/center]

Rya liked to think that her plan was working. Most of the other Gems around her seemed to be looking lost and afraid. Which meant that they were easy to prey on. She, however, walked with a purpose. Where was she going? Was it to a very scary and vicious husband?  Was she running an important errand?   Who knew?  On the other hand, the lack of drakken attention could have simply been that none of the drakken found her worthy of their time. This she was also fine with. Perhaps she could wander around the room until  everyone else vanished. Hide around the castle until the drakkens had left with their brides, and then wander back home. Surely it would be easier to return home when no one was looking for her. 

Her plan might have worked too, if she hadn’t gotten distracted.  At first it was by a girl who looked like a gem. Initially  at least, but there was something…off about her. She seemed to have been attacked by one Drakken, only to have another one swoop in and...deafen the attacker.  With the exception of the high pitch noise, the ‘rescuing’ Drakken didn’t seem to do anything to the man. It was like….the attacking Drakkan simply decided to start bleeding from the ears.  ‘Probably uses wind,’ thought Rya, although the how it must work thoroughly escaped her and she wasn’t interested enough to stop and ask more probing questions.  

For a moment, she was about to give the ‘rescuing’ Drakken the benefit of the doubt and consider him an okay guy, until he started yanking the….notGem away by her horn.  Suddenly, that twisting feeling of anger and disgust returned to her stomach, confirming once again, that there was no such thing as a good Drakken.  She turned to move away, only to have her way blocked by a group of brideless Drakken. Not wanting to temp fate, she chose to follow the two, far enough away that they hopefully wouldn’t notice, but close enough that an outsider might thing that she belong with them. 

That was a mistake. 

It seemed that the pair in front of her just…. attracted trouble.  Apparently the notGem had a brother and soon the Brother Drakken had the other one down for the count.  She lost track of the goings on, but suddenly found herself playing crutch for the injured Drakken. Off to the side, she could still see the notGem, only now she bore a weapon. 

His question caught Rya off guard. For one, she didn’t think he’d care and for another she was a little focused on his body crushing hers. The drakken was heavy, to the point where she would have tried to knock him off, but his sheer weight kept him balanced on top. [color=98fb98]”B-Brothers? Well…no…at least, not close enough to matter,”[/color] she said, her voice slightly strained, her bare feet drawing the strength to keep standing from the stone. The last things she wanted to do right now was fall. Knowing her luck, the drakken would fall on top of her. 

 Clearly the Drakken was injured…badly and yet Rya was still too weak to do anything but…bow to him, almost literally.  She tried to banish the thought, all it did was stoke the anger she was already feeling. [color=98fb98] “Oh? My hand? I…was a little upset with being chosen and I broke it….punched a hole through the carriage wall,” [/color] Her voice still had an edge to it that she hadn't been able to hide. It was probably unsafe to seem difficult, but if she was about to disappear forever, she wanted her last accomplishment to be known. 

Being unable to move much also gave Rya the chance to see the strange girl up close. There was no mistaking that she was a drakken now. A very pretty drakken, but a drakken nonetheless. And that made Rya uneasy [color=98fb98] “I didn’t know Drakkens could be female,”[/color] she said finally as the trio made their way into the much quieter hall. Not ‘quiet’ as gut churning sounds could be heard through out. Gems screaming, crying. Drakkens grunting and moaning. Some speaking cruel words as they did so.  [color=98fb98] “Are you his wife?” [/color] she finally managed to spit out, if only to stop the sounds around her being the only thing she heard.  Then she wished she hadn’t. Although she was…unfamiliar with how brides were…chose by their husbands. Something told her that this was….at the very least unusual and hopefully unbinding.  Finally, the injured Drakken motioned that one of the doors lead to his bedroom.  Rya saw a nearby chair and gladly lowered the injured Drakken into it, happy to be rid of the extra weight. 

However, once free of her burden, she found that she was unsure what to do with herself.  Which made her curiosity start to show. Truthfully,  had the Drakken not been on Death's door, should wouldn’t have been so bold,  but the fact that he might drop dead any second gave her courage. [color=98fb98] “So…”[/color] she said slowly. [color=98fb98] “Does…going to your room…make you…my husband?”[/color] her voice was oddly calm. [color=98fb98]”And, sorry for asking this….if you die, does that make me a widow? Do widows get to go home?” [/color] Perhaps there was something to look forward to after all. Then thinking she had forgotten something important added [color=98fb98] "Who...are you? I mean...what is your name?"[/color]. 

[hider= sum of it all] Rya gets...chosen? It is very unclear, so she drags a dying  Azilion to his room and starts asking the real questions. [/hider] 
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