Esmeray strolled up to her brother and father, sitting next to them. She was bored in Ranjord - she had no boys to beguile. She could try for the grown ones, but if she did while she was still a teen, her dad would probably punish her, and she’d prefer not to go that way. Ugh, Ranjord was so boring. She’d luckily be aging up soon, though. Then, she could perhaps try for Crimson. Such a pretty one, Skyling and all. And here he was now! Walking to sit next to Larentia, that sullen Zodiac. Pretty, pretty. If she was a girl who’d like to settle down, he might be the one. But no. She was the daughter of a Dane. That wasn’t the way to go.
Esmeray’s audits listened in a bored fashion to Aegir as he gave his speech. His pretty wife sat beside him. Lovely, she was, a Lamprydae. Esmeray kinda wished she was as pretty as Marella, so she might have an easier time attracting men when she was grown. Oh well. She’d do what she had to.

“Ice has a beauty, can’t be controlled!”