The drow looked shocked at the bedchambers, letting out a slight gasp, before composing herself again. "As pleasant as that would be... I ahve been ritually prepared for the final steps of the<em>di'thang verne'</em>, and I fear that water may disrupt the markings."<br/><br/>"My half-sister; the third child, while I am the fourth, was also given as<em>di'thang verne'</em>to a much larger clan, far deeper, who had been making expansions into our territory, and threatened to consume us, as well as several neighboring regions. Her owner cared little for her; while I have not seen her since she left, I heard that, after she was taken, she was ordered to bed every single guard in the family's employ, as quickly as she could manage. She is now used as little more than breeding stock." Despite her cool and dispassionate demeanor, Finexia could see anger building behind her eyes, though she stamped it down into a low-burning fire. "I will admit, I expected you to claim me, in front of my guards, as you did with the princesses you captured."