[Athilea Majiri]

The girl blushed as well as soon as he complimented her. Her gaze lowered as they continued their very slow walk back to the study their parents were in. "Thank you. I took very much after my mother. Even if I wanted to be so thin as the fashion seems to dictate, I would not be able to."

She could not help but to think forward to their coming wedding night, and the color deepened as she did. She just could not help but to wonder what it would be like, and if their nervousness would have passed by then. Her thumb stroked his lightly for a moment. The womans hands were extremely smooth, as though she had never done a single days hard labor. In fact, her father would not even permit her to take up an instrument that would ruin that smoothness.

Atane bit her lower lip lightly, a habit that her mother had tried to break her of. For a moment she wondered what sorts of plans their parents were making. She knew that when they returned it would likely just be their mothers talking. She could not see her father staying for to terribly long with that discussion, and he's was probably the same. "Had you seen a portrait of me prior to today?"