<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Omar &amp; Jelanda</span><br/><br/>Omar soon heard a knock upon his chamber door, "Come in," he called, finding Jelanda enter, closing the door behind her. "Ah, so you've been charged to look after me again," he said, "I suppose it's much more relieving than being charged with Lenally," he gave a grin. Despite her somewhat skittish nature, Omar found Jelanda to be quite lovely- perhaps due to their shared love for horses.<br/><br/>She gave a light smile "You're probably the easiest to keep after, not that you need a guard," she answered him, "You've been invited to the Royal banquet, myself included. Will we be attending?" she asked him.<br/><br/>"Yes, rather unfortunately," Omar answered her, getting up from where he sat, "Could you grab me that?" he asked, beginning to undress- perhaps it wasn't proper for a Prince to be undressing before a lady, but it wasn't some thing either of them minded, Omar having had to change on the fly before. Jelanda presented him with the clothes he had pointed to, bringing them to him.<br/><br/>He quickly changed from the attire he'd traveled in to a fresh pair of clothes, "Think they'll notice I've not had a wash?" he asked her, hair some what mussed up from pulling clothes over his head. Jelanda gave a lopsided grin, "Well, either way, I think it's to be expected from a pack of wolves," she said.<br/><br/>"Aye, that's what the Theiri think of us, might as well live up to the standards," he said, brushing through his brown hair with his fingers, "I'm just glad I don't have to marry one of them," he said, "They don't quite fit my fancy like an Aserit woman. What about you? Have an eye for any of the Theiri men?" he asked her.<br/><br/>Jelanda gave a blush, some thing quite uncommon for the young lady, "None that I've seen so far," she answered a bit meekishly, "And if they really are what I've heard of them, then I probably won't. Like you, I'm more keen on our own folk."<br/><br/>Omar gave a sly grin, "Or perhaps a young but able Prince with a cold, intimidating air, a mind sharp as a tack and a swift and strong hand that goes by the name Henrik?" he teased. Jelanda only blushed more. "No, of course not," Omar then dismissed the idea, deciding to no longer torment her.<br/><br/>As soon as Omar was presentable, the two headed to the dinner, soon meeting up with Henrik, "Suppose you decided to punish Jelanda with having to watch after me, brother," Omar grinned, Jelanda some where close by.