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Mei grabbed a strand of her older sisters' grimy hair and swirled it around her finger, "You know, Jie-chan, you'd look a lot prettier if you just…" she struggled for worlds, then stopped talking considering Nam had no interest in what she was saying more in her book, 'The Arts of Europe' which wrap her attention.

Mei sighed and looked off out the window.

The little town outside the window was made of grand stone and adorned with attractive males. Males just waiting for a pretty young women (like Nam) to show interest in her own feminism, get a set of pretty robes, a nice hair do, make up, and a husband that would honor their family (you see their mother and father had given up on Nam and started focusing on more on Mei's bride hood).

Mei really wanted her sister to be happy and the only future that didn't involve prison or worse was marriage to a charming man…

And there were plenty of them in the town.

There was the Thai, Kasem, who could draw a smile from even a clam (or her older sister). A young Chinese, Kong, a quite man and a genius scholar who Nam had conversations with that Mei couldn't fallow. The Mongolian boy, Temujin, a smart and strong solider, just the kind of man Nam valued and a dutiful one at that. The Tibetan monk, Shamar, who may not be aloud to marry but Nam never fallowed the rules…

So many more people Mei could ship her older sister off with.

Cue light bulb.

"Hey! I'll set you up with a matchmaker!" Nam looked up at her sister about to reject the idea when Mei added, "It'll bring great honor to mother and father if you manage to convince the match maker for a prince or a great general!"

Despite looks, Nam really did want her family to have great honor that Mei didn't bring them. She was the eldest after all.

And that is how Nam ended up clinging to her horses' mane as it raced down away from their home speeding towards the bath house where both sister and grandmother had set up an 'appointment' with an old women who specialized in the cleaning up rebellious farm girls into cute, proper brides.

The women who was asked as a favor by her friend Mei to dress her sister up for the matchmaker, "Mei, where is your sister? The Matchmaker is not a patient woman!"

"Of all the days to be late!" Mei clapped her hands together looking tearful, "I should have prayed to the ancestors for luck. "

"How lucky can they be?" their neighbor Yong Soo laughed standing confidently beside her, "They're dead. Besides, I've got all the luck we'll need." He cheerfully held a cricket in a cage high above their heads.

Before Mei could snap at him, Nam's horse rode into the square and Nam jumped off while her horse was still running and skidded through the mud almost splattering her impatient sister a guilty grin gracing her face.

"Hey Mei." She said, "Sorry I-"

"No excuses! Come on!" Mei grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her into the bath house and slamming the door in Yong Soo's face.

Although by the look on her face it became obvious that she'd never seen anything quite like Nam.

The women laughed nervously, "It's alright I've seen worse." In less then an instant Nam was striped from her cloths and shoved into a freezing bath. She shivered violently making the water splash around her naked body (Yong Soo wolf whistled from his small hiding place outside the window)

"It's freezing!" Nam cried out, looking miserably at her little sister who giggled and grabbed a metal brush for her sister's hair.

"Would of been warmer if you were here on time!" she smiled cheerfully and began running the brush threw Nam's now clean and shiny hair. Nam was pulled from the wooden tub and pushed behind a shade before being attack with robes. Soon enough Yong Soo was let back in carrying many little trinkets and a huge smile.

He helped them fix her robes not missing a chance to group her, and then get punched but it seemed worth it.

While Mei was securing Nam's long sleeves, she noticed the small, curved writing on her wrist. Mei raised a tentative eyebrow, "Nam, what's this."

Nam quickly withdrew her arm and fluttered her eyelashes uncomfortably, "Uh, notes… In case I forget something?"

Yong Soo and Mei both rolled their eyes; Yong Soo took the cricket out of his pocket and dropped it into Mei's hands, "Hold this. We're going to need more luck than I thought."

Suddenly three more women waltzed into the room each holding a different pair of elegant wedding robes, each more stunning then the last.

Yong Soo was practically drooling when Mei kicked him out and he went to his hiding spot by the window to watch Nam get draped with orange, pink and golden robes then pushed out of the bath house and pulled along by her sister and the other three giggling women.

"There!" Mei said grabbing her older sister who at this point was barely recognizable with her long, stylish robes and hair done up in a bun with flowers and gems and the make up turning her usually yellowish skin a pristine white, "Your ready!"

Yong Soo ran up towards them still lugging around all his good luck charms, "Not yet!" he pulled an apple out and stuck it in Nam's mouth, "An apple for serenity!" he then adorned her neck with rich green beads and a golden pendant, "A pendant for balance! Beads of jade for beauty!" he then grabbed the cricket again and stuffed it into her obi and grinned widely at the sight of his childhood friend, "Now, add a cricket, just for luck, and even you can't blow it!" he slapped her on the back and Nam childishly stuck her tongue out, a gesture which was quickly returned, and was pushed by her sister into the line of other brides.

Nam would never admit it but she felt a painful twinge somewhere inside her as she struggled to catch up with the other women.

She silently prayed for good luck and the opportunity to honor her family.

A crowd was gathering and watching the girls do tricks with their umbrellas (while Nam struggled clumsily with her own) and the matchmaker threw the door open just in time to see Nam trip a little.

Nam's only comfort in this discomforting time was her sister shining excitedly and Yong Soo giving her a thumbs up from the crowd.

She managed to smile weakly back at them.

"Nam!" the matchmaker snapped, looking up from her clipboard.

"Here!" Nam sprang up with her arm high above her head only to meet with a very disapproving glare.

Yong Soo's whisper of, "Who spit in her bean curd?" was all that could be heard in the deathly silence that fallowed the matchmakers next words, "Speaking without permission…" the matchmaker turned and went inside scribbling nasty remarks on her clip board with Nam fallowing anxiously.

Casting one last panicky glace back at her friends, Nam disappeared behind the curtain.

Mei put her face in her hands, "Oh this won't end well."

Almost instantly a loud, pitchy scream could be heard from inside the room and several bangs, Yong Soo blinked a few times before turned to almost sobbing Mei and said rather cheerfully, "I think it's going well."