<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The male rolled his eyes slightly at her calling him sweetling and worst of all 'El' but he didn't feel like complaining about it at the moment. Glancing towards the screen he tilted his head, "That woman would give her crown to anyone really but she raised us to be leaders the brides weren't. Also she used to let my father rule till he passed away," It wasn't hard to talk about the man. He simply hadn't ever been there for the sons, "So she will pass it on to whoever she thinks is fit to do a good job."<br/>
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"Use the cactus oil in the green bottle and rub it down to the roots. It'll ease the sand out of your hair," He states, "You really aren't suited for the desert, feather."<br/>
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He doubted she actually knew his banner but he didn't feel arguing the fact was of any benefit. He stepped out of the yurt for a moment to ask if one of the men could see if any of their mates had anything clothing wise to spare. In a few minutes a few lovely articles were brought back. He stretched them out. One was a tradition style robes that was meant to be worn over a pair of loose pants. He figured that would be likely her first choice. It was simple with a high collar, no sleeves and designs of flower vines stitch in on the green cloth. The pants that went with them were a soft jade green. The front was held closed by jade buttons. The other choice was a dress like most women would be wearing an elaborate set of robes that depicted scenes of nature and often were heavy and cumbersome.  <br/>
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"Clothes are hear for you then," He stated as he moved to his trunks to pull something for himself out to wear. Pulling out a few things he settled for a black robe with white loose fitted pants. A few bits of gold about his neck and wrists completed the look. The robe would left open to show off his fit form and the white marks of his heritage. Once the items were laid out and she was out of the bath he moved towards the back, but not before taking in the sight of the woman before him. <br/>
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Her long black hair framed her face in a lovely way and the linens she dried off with left little for him to imagine, "They are common place here. Just don't feed any to the horses. They like them but they can be hard on their stomachs."<br/>
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He quickly got into the bath and washed up figuring he had poked around enough. Once out of the bath he toweled off then headed to get dressed. His marks stood out proudly on his flesh. A wreath of thorny vines were framed between the blades of his shoulders on his back. It was easy enough to see while he was getting dressed. The vines stretched over his body like a lover's arms. Once dressed he turned to her, "Pick out which one of those you want to wear."</span>