Fantasy Nations of Anan (1x1)

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Adric 'Longfang' Hrothgarsson
Location: Zarim​

Adric was not a fan of hot weather. It was certainly better than the muggy humidity of Teotl, but he was built for the northern winters and it's mild summers. But he had been sent by his father the High King to these hellish lands to play nice with the nobility here and beyond. The nation of Zarim was full of trade, trade Varangia needed to continue fighting. What's more, others from the other nations were to be here. They to would most likely be vying for the Zarim King's attentions just like him. But they would not be the heir to their respective thrones like he. He was confident the would be able to get the King's ear and secure their trade interests. And if not, certainly the Varangian armies would be able to convince him.

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Elanil Y. Zanhuesa

Location: Palace in Zarim
Appearance Note: Braided hair updo
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"You must get ready for tonight's meal, M'Lady." Isla's worried tone didn't go unnoticed as Elanil leisured throughout her room.

Bare feet gliding across the smooth floor, Elanil watched as Zarim's traditional wear trailed like water behind each step. She smiled at the familiar green material, recognizing it from the many textbooks she spent her childhood reading. For years, the young women spent her evenings hiding in the Duchy's main library. Her guards would often have to drag her back home because she'd stay until dusk and the bookkeepers begged her to leave.

The need for knowledge fueled her then, and it fueled her now. That was the only reason she hadn't resisted more strongly when the order of her appearance from King Farzin arrived. It was a peaceful meeting to unite the next generation of leaders, her father had told her, but she had her reservations on the king's true motive. Gathering the heirs of some of the most influential countries in one room seemed more like a trap than a friendly dinner.

"I'm aware, Isla." Elanil sighed, finally sitting in front of the mirrored table so her companion could assist with preparations. Her eyes watched the blonde woman carefully, noting the way her dainty fingers skillfully braided her own dark locks. Two neat braids wrapped around her head in an elegant gown, which would've finished her outfit if her friend weren't adamant on adding some makeup.

Some red cream for her lips. A little to highlight her cheeks. Chalk along her upper eyelid. The makeup was very simple. It only emphasized her beauty and features, yet if Elanil truly had her own free will, she would've preferred wearing nothing at all.

"Let us go. I would much rather be one of the first to arrive than the last." Elanil stated, gathering the local shoes King Farzin's staff had provided her. She slipped them onto her feet, taking note of their comfort and began the long walk to the dining hall.