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Bayar's own eyes were met by hers, the girls chin held high, and lips pressed into a thin line. Much like him, she was nervous, but her mother had always told her to be proud; tears did no good. The girl beside her was swallowing sobs, Odval could not help but to pity her, though not enough to spare her anything but a sideways glance. She was surprised when he stopped before her, having passed the first girl, who'd she'd thought to have much more allure to her than the gangly child she was. Still, his voice came quick, and after taking a moment to blink toward him, she answered, " Odval."

Feeling no need to continue, she kept looking into his eyes, lips pressing into a slight line. It took a lot not to look away, to glance toward his father's, or her own father that she knew to loom only a few short yards away. In the face, she appeared a handful of years his younger, with thin lips, large eyes, and a round, flat nose. Her black hair was parted back, having been allowed to grow long, the ends resting against her upper thighs.

All of this was odd to the girl, feeling the hot gaze of men she had known her entire life, mingle with the iciness of those she had never met. Still, they did not seem impressed by her, none of this would impress many, who only sought after war when the treaties of peace were being drawn. Nothing would appease them, except perhaps the heads of the people she loved, just as well as herself, presented to them on a stake. Odval forgot their hateful looks, knowing many of the men from her own tribe were eyeing Bayar with similar contempt.

He did well though despite it, and she'd not let her own composure crack while his heldfast.

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