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font-size: 0px;margin-left:10px;">.</div>Zaya couldn't imagine what Kiara was feeling like. She wasn't just being taken from her home, but willingly p[ushed out by her own father. She had heard of the princess only by talk, but she seemed highly favored by her people. Even though her reach of power was nowhere close to the King's, she seemed to have made quite the impression. Zaya outstretched her feet out, kicking off the worn brown sandals and rubbing her ankles together as she became even more comfortable the moment the carriage started to move. She peeked out the window briefly to find Marud looking at her with a smile before his eyes were trained back forward. She knew not to distract him. While they were leaving on peaceful terms, the men knew it was not safe to let their guard down completely. She turned her eyes back toward Kiara.<br/>
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</div></div>"Hmm . . .isolated." There was no sadness in her voice, but a sense of lusty for the homeland. "Just pass where the two oceans meet but don't mix. It's almost like – well it is like a whole different world. We'll be staying in the capital of course, but we will go through the workers' village. Their homes are made of colorful pieces of glass and wood, round huts that have been built over the water. The warriors typically practice in the mountains when they are in their youth before moving into the Capital. "It's hot." She said with a chuckle. Her eyes took in the demure pale figure. "You'll burn likely at first, but it gets bearable. I think the nights are my favorites. A starful of skies. . .The people are friendly despite what these brutes may lead you to believe. I don't think it'll be hard for you to pick up on the language, but it's best of course to stick with the others. Correspondence will take some time, but I'm sure you'll still be able to write your father."<br/>
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Zaya reached for a bad stowed on the seat beside her, she pulled out a bright orange spherical fruit. The thin plastic -like skin began to crack like the outer shell of a hardboiled egg, before revealing the spongy white flesh, peppered with black seeds. She suckled from it, savoring the tangy yet sweet fruit. The look of confusion on Kiara's face wasn't surprising.<br/>
"Of course he couldn't have told you." Zaya suckled from the fruit again, reaching into the bag to offer Kiara. She wasn't sure if it was her place to go on about Bjorn's other wives, but then again, she was supposed to be the one helping JKuara's transition. "Bjorn is married to three others Verna, Isis, and Araya. Verna is his first. You won't meet them until the ceremony . . .separate houses. Marud tells me he often stays with Araya now – insatiable that one." There was a sound of someone clicking their tongue and Zaya's cheeks bloomed, knowing that what she was sharing was more so pillowtalk with her own lover. "Perhaps that will change." The smirk on her lips told a lot as she winked at Kiara.<br/>
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It was a long trip, with them only stopping once as Zaya was desperate by then with the urge to relieve herself. Soon enough their longship came into view, the orange and blue striped flag still proudly flowing. She felt nauseous already and not just from the pregnancy – she'd always get seasick. The only good about seeing the ship was knowing they'd have dinner soon. The carriage came to a stop and before Zaya could open the door, Marud had. His features were much softer than the scowl Bjorn gave Kiara, but he didn't linger for long.<br/>
"Ég get gengið sjálfur." Marud responded, his baritone a bit gruff, commanding. She looked at Kiara from the corner of her eyes and Marud understood she planned to keep her company. He sighed out deflated before leaving the two women to help with the weapons and unloading any other baggage.<br/>
"He's gotten so much more protective since the pregnancy. <i>Clingy</i>," she whispered with a smirk. There was a small tinge of annoyance in her voice, but the smile on her face couldn't be wiped away. Zaya grunted as she came to a hunched position to get out of the carriage. "We should get you changed!" Zaya did enjoy the idea of a little dressup and she figured it would ease Kiara out of her shell. <br/>
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<u>Translations:</u><br/>
<b>Ég get gengið sjálfur</b>:<i> I can walk on my own.</i><br/>
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