[center][color=f26522][h2]Kalani Solle[/h2][/color]
Bride of [color=bc8dbf]Cuwarr Naxremis[/color] [@Cubix] and Sister-bride to [color=a2d39c]Sorici Amberra[/color] [@SevenStormStyle] [@RomanAria][/center]

Kalani felt a wave of relief when Cuwarr revealed that they were painting. He had done a very good job of teasing them, and she definitely did not see it coming. Kalani approached one of the easels and stared at the blank canvas. As she took a seat, she realized that she had not painted in so long. It was not something that she was exceptionally good at, which was probably why she rarely picked up a brush. 

She quickly learned that Cuwarr enjoyed talking. A lot. 

He was very passionate about art and beauty. She wondered if his 'strange' obsession bothered the other, less tasteful Drakkens. But she found his story interesting enough even if it the telling of it was a bit grandiose. It made her feel more comfortable. Perhaps they were all more alike than she thought. [color=f26522][i]"Beauty that can be appreciated by all."[/i][/color] 

They were told to paint this very moment. The last time they are in their lands. Kalani looked out the window and frowned. While they were technically on the border of the two lands, this place was not the Gemminia she knew. Sure, there were some green grass but it was nowhere near as beautiful as what was once her home. Would he be upset if she painted something else? Should she raise her hand and ask him? Dear Vivari, had she reverted back to a young school child? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by Cuwarr's comment on the flowers that they were wearing. She reached out behind her ear and took it off. She had almost forgotten about it. She admired the rose that was in her hand. So there were still flowers in Drakka? She could take pleasure in that. 

She grabbed a paintbrush, a medium-ish one, and dipped it in a deep black. She painted some lines that were supposed to be the window that they were looking out. [color=f26522]"Thank you, my lord. You are very kind. Though I've never been that talkative. Nor have I ever been one to ask a lot of questions. This situation seems too foreign and honestly, ridiculous for me to question anything,"[/color] she admitted while continuing to paint. [color=f26522]"But I do enjoy listening to you, my lord. Perhaps we should take turn sharing stories of our lives before today, if you so wish."[/color]

She bit her tongue, realizing that she probably should not have spoken for her sister-bride. She might have had some questions, though she had been awfully silent this entire evening. [color=f26522]"I'm sorry, Sorici. I hope I did not speak over you if you had any questions,"[/color] she said.