Dara is the daughter of Prince Nassir of the Sans Ara (from book one of The God Chronicles). In this scene, she and her brother, Taimur, are discussing the intentions of a particular young man:
Dara watched him go, considering.
“He is interested.”
“Is he?” Dara turned to look at her brother.
“Of course. Why else would he have come? Certainly not to walk me about the city.”
Dara did not reply, frowning instead, still not certain whether to be pleased or annoyed.
“Do you not like him?”
She shrugged. “I am not sure.”
“I am told he is attractive, well-mannered, that sort of thing. It would be a good match.”
Taimur looked at her and smiled.
“You should at least consider it,” he said, “Our mothers were all married at your age.”
“Are you suggesting I am a bruda?” she asked.
Taimur grinned, allowing his Sans Ara reserve to dissolve. “Well, you are not old - yet, but you are unspoken for.”
She glared at him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Then with a muttered curse she rose, giving him a nudge with the toe of her boot, causing him to loose his balance and fall sprawling.
“And you are still my little brother,” she reminded him, turning on her heel and striding away.