"I had always wondered when our Yennara would bring someone home—I'm surprised it's a Queen though." Ashura stares at me, as her words fan cooler than the mountain wind on my neck. I adjust in my seat. She pronounces Yennara different. A hard intonation heavy on the vowels that sounds like, Yee–nee–ay–harah. Coming from her, Yennara might as well be the name of an Egyptian priestess.
Ashura continues over the sudden silence that has fallen. "I would request all the juicy details but then..." She looks towards her immediate right, to Imani, whose eyes hold unsubtle warning. "...my poor niece would sooner stuff my face with pollen dust." Snickers fill the silence, but since I don't catch on the joke, my smile is far behind that of others.
"She has an allergy," Imani explains.
Oh! I gat it now.