RP:Oliverr and Saiyuri

They arrive via the southern port through the royal docks. The port is named for the kingdom of which keeps it. Tal D'Agore is etched expertly into a wooden overlay that spans a great walk. Up the steps they would make their way slowly, she allowed him to stop and view the sights as they passed. The beach side villas would have been the first sight they would lay eyes upon. Four immaculate Villas line the secluded path, each offering a peaceful view of the sea. A small human boy tends a bizarre and costly rock garden and it isn't until now it is brought to realization the barren nature of the land. There are no grasses or flowers, and it seems that the soil is void of any nourishment. This area is clean and well kept with no signs of peeling paint or even a dirty window. A horse drawn carriage is unmoving in front of the eastern-most villa although no one is traveling in or out. She caught a glimpse of a closing curtain, but shrugs it off as if it were nothing to be bothered with. Down the steps from the charming villas, attention would be drawn to a good sized docking yard for public vessels. A fair amount of privately owned skiffs and rafts are there, wobbling against the pattering remnants from the wake. Some vessels are in better condition than others and the dock boy stands at the ready with his record book and quill in hand. Saiyuri gives Oliverr's hand a reassuring squeeze. “We'll not be there for some time, the kingdom is small, but there is much to be seen before we arrive” she would say to him. Oliverr nodded as she stopped mid step, staring at a quaint and poorly made shack. Inside sits an elderly gentleman who watches every step they take in their approach. He says nothing, chewing on tobacco with what appears to be an acute lack of teeth. He gestures to the sign that hangs over the counter, tapping it with dirty hands. She shakes her head, the gentleman sits back down on his creaky wooden chair, still smacking away at his spit drenched tobacco. His eyes never leave them as they continue their walk down the secluded path. Through the small clearing at the end of the pass they approach an unsteady and crooked weathered fence. Sand covers the bottom half perching atop a steep and rocky cliff. The wind picks up a pathetic handmade sign, clanging it against the wooden post. It scarcely reads “Rock slides may occur”. As if it weren't obvious by the state of the overlook, it probably wouldn’t be too wise to get too close to the edge. Pausing momentarily to take in the spectacular view, the salty oceanic breeze ruffles through her hair. Dozens of boats degrade in size as they scatter across the vast distance of the ocean. She would lean into his shoulder as he stood there nervously, if anything, biding their time before the inevitable should pass. Nexpah watches from a few yards back, too busy contemplating the escape for Oliverr should things not go according to plan.

She leans up to kiss Oliverr- who very willingly kisses her back, her eyes promising comfort at the end of this difficult task. Brilliant blue eyes innocently encouraged them to move on toward what he was dreading. “Daddy isn't all bad... You know how Dragons are; I am sure he will like you just fine” she says, her words probably untrue. No father ever accepts their daughter’s choice in mate, especially since she had yet to tell him her father found a suitor days ago. The pure blood Red was her father’s esteemed choice; he expressed his eagerness for her return. Her hand slips to the note with the Tal D'Agorian stamp on it, fingers tracing the elegant mark as they continued on. She half felt as though she was taking him to his death sentence- but was sure, hopefully, that he would at most be banished from the kingdom. If such ended up happening to him, she would follow him anywhere. She smiles as she sees the first real example of the newly re-thriving kingdom. “I'm hungry” she says, her smile beckoning him to follow as she half skips to the small family that had set up shop here. Various tiny and colorful food stalls line the area in a make shift circle. A Feline boy and his smaller sister are selling decent, but by no means fresh, fruit. The older sister has made herself a roomy gift shop offering, no doubt, the finer things from the kingdom. The mother and father tend a humble kitchen, made from painted planks that have drifted in from sea. The matron of the bunch re-cleans already sparkling glasses while her gleaming eyes catch Saiyuri's every movement, her face lighting up with the thought of a chance at the hungry traveler. She places the glass on the counter and lifts a well aged hand to the shoulder of her partner who tends to a smartly made grill. They, together, smile at her warmly before the woman's mouth drops and she speaks. “Dear Lady!” she exclaims as she bows her head respectively, smacking her husband on the arm. “Ow!” he growls at her before laying eyes upon the Princess. “Heavens be the takers!” he says, bowing as well. His children watch, interest piquing as to who it was that got their parents in a bunch. The girl smiles, having recognized her almost immediately. She runs up to her, and, knowing far better that it was a crime to touch her, simply hands her a half welted rose, the bulb of the flower drooping sadly as if it could fall off at any moment. Saiyuri smiles as it is received, though she hated receiving flowers. “Thank you, young miss” she says, the girl curtseying quite improperly, stumbling a bit to the side as she giggles and runs away. Saiyuri seemed different here; everything was so primped and proper. In truth it disgusted her, but there was a part she was to play in the midst of all the madness. The proud couple offers the finest of their cuisine, but of course free of charge. Saiyuri takes what is offered, Oliverr dropping a nice purse of change on the counter as they turn to leave. The man grabs up the purse, his eyes wide at its weight. Tucking it neatly in his side-belt he crosses his arms over his brutish chest and snickers to his wife. “'It’s a fine day, today; a fine day indeed.” Saiyuri giggles, handing Oliverr his offered piece. The whispers of the couple gesture vaguely toward him, and are more than likely, about him. Nexpah is handed Saiyuri’s share. He eats it hungrily, missing his hometown food of late. Maybe she wasn't so hungry after all, but the sense of impending doom can often play with ones other senses. Oliverr would offer his to her, though it was rejected multiple times before being finished off by him. He would take her hand as they got up to leave, offering the couple a final goodbye before continuing along the path they had been on before.

The rest of the path was laid out before them; the scattered shops riddled now with various sorts of folk. Pirates most of them seemed to be, and out of the crowd two High-Drow appear as if some magic drew them to her. They stand behind her as she rolls her eyes. “I hadn't told father I was coming this day.” They do not speak to her, but simply stand guard and follow her through the town. The smaller of the two stares down at Oliverr, thoughts of his demise apparent on his features. He is not, however, permitted to speak. A guest of the Princess was not some street rat along the garden wall, and would certainly not be treated as such in her presence. She stops and throws a tantrum of sorts, spinning on her heel and punching one of the guards in the belly. “Andrew...” she says, angrily “I have not been gone so long as to forget my friends.” He doubles over, sickness rising in his stomach. For a small girl, Saiyuri hit pretty hard. “Beg… Pardon… Lady...” he says as she simply stands there, hands on her hips as she looks down on him. “What has gotten into you?” He looks at the other who fights to hold back a mocking laugh. “Your Father, Saiyuri... he isn't....happy. He got news of your friend already.” He points to Oliverr, the guard’s eyes looking him up and down as he just stood through all that had just happened. The High-Drow continues on “You know the marketplace isn't safe… He sent us to escort you to the castle.” Saiyuri’s brows furrow. “I do not need a baby sitter, Nexpah is here. Besides, we are taking the scenic route.” He nods to her, reclaiming his guardian stance. “As you wish, Lady, but we cannot leave your side.” She waves her hand at him, turning about to take Oliverr's hand in her own once more. “It would appear we are being babysat.” Oliverr would only nod- appearing slightly scared at this whole situation- as his hand was taken again, starting to walk again on the route they had been on before this incident. Nexpah groans as he pushes past the two guards, giving either a dirty look as he nudges them aside. They give him his space, as everyone in the entire kingdom knew better than to piss him off.

Her eyes light up as she spies her favorite shop. At the entrance to this store is an ancient Hell Hound, his scales are falling off and he almost appears dusty as he leans his head against the tripod holding up the open sign to a shop labeled PetStore, a clever use of the letter 'S' she thinks to herself every time she sees it. Had it been her business, though, she probably would have gone with something a little snazzier. A young girl stares at Oliverr wide eyed, perched on the edge of the counter. She says nothing and honestly is a little creepy as she pets a dead toad that lies in her lap. Oliverr would stare right back at her for a moment before realizing how extremely impolite of him it was to do so. He would offer her a ‘hello’ and a nod before moving on with Saiyuri, looking over the odd- but nonetheless taken care of animals. Some of the beasts were common, while others are rather odd in shape and size. There is even a petrified stick that twists and writhes in its bed; something that catches Oliverr’s attention as he walks by. He had never seen such a thing in all of his twenty six years. Nexpah stands outside, refusing to come in as he did not like that little girl- as with most of the so-called children of the kingdom. They pass through this shop and another. The sign overhead reads “Anon Shoppe” and, judging by the remains of empty pots and dusty vases, one can only assume that an Anon is a flower and that it has been some time since florets were present- at least here. The next shop was an actual building, the Bank, it would seem. It was a large building, one that had age and authority. It was nicely kept up as the kingdom had grown, making more and more room for the people close to it to do business. The bank here is less than guarded, but of course anyone in the town would know better than to steal within its limits. Two of the Kings High Guards are here, Drow males fit for combat and not looking too much like they were in a good mood. They, like all the other Drow, would watch as the avian made his way past them while holding the hand of the princess. He would do his best not to stare back, though it was a hard task.

Further still along the walk, they come across a dress store. As they make their way down the town’s path they have no choice but to pass through the endless array of hanging fabrics that introduce their senses to the overwhelming smells of incense and dizzying bright colors of various fabrics. A voluptuous draconian female would smile at Oliverr, eyeballing him from head to toe and back up again. She circles his form as they wander further into her lair. Oliverr would try to remain with Saiyuri between him and the woman as a wide smile crept across her painted lips. She would continue to stare at him as she offers him her services at, what she claims, is a very fair price. “Ahem…” Saiyuri barks at her. “I do not think this gentleman is in need of a dress, my dear.” The woman's eyes would scan Saiyuri's form as she stepped to the Princess, boldly announcing an apology. Her hand reached out to grasp Saiyuri's, as Oliverr held her other. He would pull her away from the Drow woman slightly, though Andrew was the first to really react to the situation, his scythe coming down quickly to divide the woman from the offending appendage. Saiyuri is quicker still, her wrist bending back slightly as she extrudes a long crystalline shard, more sword like in its nature, blocking Andrew’s strike in a sparking instant. “Andrew dear, I am sure the lady has lost her place, there need be no loss of limb.” Her eyes dart to the High-Drow, daring him to further exert his right. He blushes, in a way only a Drow can blush, like lightning enhancing his ebon features. He nods as he steps back, Nexpah simply shaking his head. Monique, as she would be called, falls to her knees- clutching her hand as if to make sure it was indeed still there. “Mercy, Lady, it was not my place!” she exclaims, her brother coming out from the neighboring shop. He eyes the situation as he helps his sister get up from the ground. He nods to Saiyuri in thanks and escorts her to his own place of business. “Andrew...” Saiyuri says, turns to him before continuing. “It would be most pleasant if no blood were to flow -before- my father has his chance to make it so.” She winks to a rather pale Oliverr as he holds her hand again, and follows the male and his sister.

A few moments had passed before they entered the quaint shop. It happened would appear to one that the townspeople here do not use very much imagination as you come across a man’s dress shop labeled 'Suit Store'. There is a dingy welcome sign propped up against the glass, and the bell above the door dings in a high pitch as they enter. A flamboyant Elven-Draconian male smiled wide to the couple as they entered, theatrical markings on his face causing one to believe him of to be of unsound mind. He makes his way from behind his counter, waving his hands almost frantically at Oliverr. He whipped out a measuring tape and unrolled it from his ankle to his groin as Oliverr stood uncomfortably- in a sort of shock from all the fast movements and multitudes of greetings. “A suit is needed indeed; you are the one meeting the King!” he says, pulling out a simple suit- elegant in style and conservative considering the other articles hanging about. He hands it to Oliverr, a semi-sane voice spilling forth. “Thank the Lady for us, my sister is not well” he would say before he bites into an apple. A glimpse of the inner workings would reveal it was infested with worms. The man then hops back, landing expertly on his counter top; examining the half rotted fruit he smiles, taking another big bite. Oliverr wore no shirt, though he had been begged to do so before leaving. There was no way he could wear this suit- at least not the upper parts to it. Things like this had to be constructed around his wings. He takes it, though; sure that something could be done to make it work for him. He consults the Elven-Draconian man once more, though he is still busily munching away on the rotten apple. “I need this to fit my wings…” he would say, standing before him and letting his wings fluff out. He has just groomed them, taken out all of the loose feathers so that they would not come loose and fly everywhere when he did something like this. The suit is taken from him as he is yanked to stand in another place, shaking some at everything going on to fast around him. It is quickly made to accept the Avian's wings, cut up and made into slits that would button up with tiny buttons so that when needed, he could take the thing on and off- and so that it might be worn again rather that cut up to get it off of him. He would retreat back to Saiyuri after this was done, giving a nod of thanks to the Elven before exiting the shop again- taking a hold of Saiyuri’s tiny hand.

Saiyuri takes him through the side path to come upon the main entrance to the Kingdom. “Tal D'Agorian Square” it was so aptly named, again a reflection of the imagination of the people here. Just ahead and to the east there was a very large door, branded with two dragons twisted in a presentation of dignified war. “This is it…” Saiyuri says, taking a deep breath. Her eyes focused on the magnificent place she called home. She takes a step in front of Oliverr, motioning for him to stay between her and the Guards. He would do so gladly, feeling a sense of protection where he currently stood with two large guards beside him. Nexpah stands at his side, his head lowered as if waiting for something awful to come out and attack Oliverr; if something of the sort did happen, he would be quick to jump out and protect the one he had grown close to. They pass through the large doors, High-Guards dressed impeccably in shining platinum armor standing around them as they make their way inside. They do not look at any of the group as they move through the door, being the first not to look since the unlikely couple had arrived here. They make their way quietly through the shimmering elegant masterpiece that was her home. All of the rooms were large, befitting for a Dragon King. Five sets of footsteps echo in the long wide halls. She guides him to her father’s study, expecting he would receive her there. As sure as she had suspected, it was true. The High-Drow back out of the room, closing the massive doors as quickly as they could behind the awkward couple. A voice bellows out from the Crystal encased room, the Kings movements a reflection of moving shimmers. “Saiyuri…” he starts, “Why is it every time I send for you I am brought bad news? Who is this... person?” he would finish. His presence had a gravity all its own as his visage first creeps clearly into view. Her father liked the study, within all the mirrored walls and Crystal ornaments was hid very well the presence of the room’s lord and master.

Her hands shake as well her voice as she attempts to speak to him calmly and without fear. “Daddy… I have brought some-” she is cut off with a booming roar from her father, his voice echoing throughout the large study. “I know what you have done!” he says, his monstrous head coming down before her, sniffing about at her shoulder. “I can smell him all over you!” he finishes in loud exclamation as she blushes brightly with this revelation. “But Daddy… I can explain…”

“Explain?” This question was posed by her father almost as if she had asked him to reason with her. “Explain to me why a daughter of my house is off wandering with a common Avian!” he says, tears welling up in her eyes as he yells. “He is not common, Daddy…” she says simply, her words trailing off as if she were going to say something more. Oliverr just stood beside Nexpah, keeping silent for fear of coming between the two as they spoke harshly.

“Stop your sniveling, Saiyuri...” the King continues, his voice softening though becoming stained with disappointment “…my daughter.” The mighty beasts’ feet take him to the high arched window as he looks upon the lands. “There is still time… It is lucky for us that your blood is dirty and that you cannot possibly be holding its child... My plans for you will go on as discussed in the letter… No one will ever know of this… this...” he looks at Oliverr with great disgust “Throw him in the dungeon!” The guards outside open the doors once more, approaching him cautiously as he stands- looking extremely confused at the situation. He had not even talked to this man before, yet he was being thrown in the dungeon for simply having wings and looking different from Saiyuri? Nexpah divided their path, his growl defining the certain point that they would not move Oliverr from his place. The Hell Hound sets himself ablaze, just in case there were any second thoughts on the matter at hand.

“Nexpah...” the sound from the King echoes in the chamber, sending the guards to clutch their ears as they fall to the ground in pain. “Daddy...” the echoes are hushed by the sweet melodic flow from Saiyuri's throat. King Guido backs his head a bit, shocked at her nerve to rob his sound. With his attention still on the hound he growls once more. “Nexpah… Stand back or I will relieve you of your title.” The king then swings his heavy tail, hitting the near five foot beast broad shouldered and sending him flying into a nearby wall. The thud from this is loud, accompanied by an array of crashing glass and crystal. Oliverr looks absolutely scared to death at this point, certainly afraid to speak up now. His eyes watched Nexpah closely, hoping that he would get up from where he now lay in the shattered glass. Saiyuri's eyes look as though they could pop from her head; she seemed to have lost her breath. She coughs, a spout of blood bursting from within her. Her eyes travel to Nexpah, followed immediately by her feet. She is carried quickly to him, cradling is massive head in her arms. “Daddy stop.” Clearly, hurting Nexpah was hurting her- as with every member of the house that shared a life thread with their primary protector. A secret indeed, one that Saiyuri would not completely reveal to anyone willingly. Oliverr didn’t move from his place for fear of what the King could do to him now. Saiyuri could protect herself, especially with her own father. He wanted to go to her though, but knew that this would only make the situation worse for the both of them.

Saiyuri stands, fists clenched along her sides. “Daddy… You said if I found someone I would not have to marry that brute.” His neck stretches down to her, flared nostrils opening to release a mystic smoke. “I said anyone worthy; this is but a common man… Nobody fit for you.”

Tears come from her eyes as she speaks to him again, staying close to Nexpah’s form. “Daddy… I love him.” Her voice so boldly irritated him beyond belief. He speaks again, showing this irritation as he does. “Child, you know not what is good for you; the Red is a Prince and will bring peace to your fathers heart.”

“You would feel peace, knowing I am unhappy. He is a pompous ass, Daddy… And you know it!” The great Crystal Dragon takes a moment of silence, his glance being stolen by Oliverr and transferring quickly to a judgmental glare.”What say you to her choice, peasant?”

Before Oliverr can even begin to answer, he looks back to Saiyuri. “First you bring home this unholy half-breed of a mutt, and now this? What kind of daughter have I raised!” he says, fuming with anger and irritation at this point. His disappointment in Saiyuri only shows further with each word. Saiyuri becomes red with anger as he continues to speak to her. “You did not raise me, father... I was raised by the slum of the land until your precious Hayvin died. You are stuck with me but I am not stuck with you. Respect my choice or rule on until your dying day without an heir or a successor.” More smoke bellows from his nose and he flat out smacks her. His impressive size not withstanding she is thrown across the room like the pestilent child she was. She lands just shy of crashing into the wall beside Nexpah- the hound seeming to be hurt further by this. Oliverr is now fuming with anger himself. What father would treat their child this way, much less a grown woman who knew very well what was right for herself?

The King paces while she pulls herself from the floor, wiping blood from tiny scratches that now riddled her skin. They heal as she stands, leaving not more than traces of where they once were. Oliverr would look relieved at this point, seeing the scratches and cuts heal and quickly fade away. The King finally speaks once more. “It would seem you are not dissuaded. By what methods can I convince you to throw this fool to the dogs?” She does not answer him, the question itself was a trap and she knew it. He sits, transparent haunches supporting the bulk of his weight. His wings unfurl, cascading over his body like translucent silk, fluttering in the breeze beautifully against the darkening skies. “Very well, but be warned of the trials you both will face once our people find out… It's hard enough you know... It was hard enough to explain to them about you.” Saiyuri's eyes cast down. “I know, Father, but I did not choose to be this way.” He does not look at her. “We will see what disgrace you will bring me for your child, be off with you. Go find me a Dragon heir, so this whelp need not lead our people to demise.” She nods, reaching for Oliverr's hand as she tugs on him to leave. In all honesty she was just happy he was left unharmed. Oliverr would easily let her hand slide back into his own, taking a last look at the King before going to walk out. He stops beside Nexpah, nudging the hound to get up as he lies nearly motionless except for his breathing. “Come on, Nexpah… It’s time to get up and go now…” he says, the hound very slowly rising from where he lay, walking out of the building beside Saiyuri.

They make their way out of the castle without so much as a word. Nexpah, as always was fine, he was personally relieved he still held is title. Saiyuri's hands still trembled, despite the approval she got from her father, if you could call it that. Her father was strict indeed, but not completely without heart. He could have sentenced Oliverr to death, but by some miracle he still remained, and unharmed no less. He no more than gets out of the castle with her than he stops and turns her toward him, pulling her into a close hug. He pulls back after a few moments and takes her hands into his, kissing them and then her lips. He was still in the awkward suit, and truthfully wanted back out; he did not have the pants that that tailor had taken and replaced with the suit, though, so he would have to wait. She smiles up at him, slender digits tracing along the edges of the suit. “It isn't you, Oli...” she says, smiling again. Oliverr no more than smiles to her and shakes his head in an agreement before her eyes flutter to the back of her head and her legs give way, collapsing in his arms. Nexpah is right behind her, scooping his head under her side and allowing Oliverr to drape her body over his massive tusks so he wouldn’t have to carry her. He looks up at Oliverr and begins to lead them down a path toward the forests rather than the docks.

They come across a turn in the path. This would be forest of Tal D’Agore that lies before them. The winds howl but none would feel movement on their face. Nexpah's eyes start getting used to the lack of light as they venture west into the foreboding shadows most would have chose to turn tail, and head south from whence they came. Just to the North there seems to be a strain of light trickling through the twisted branches of what once was a beautiful forest. A hunch-backed woman approaches them from a rickety shack built along the forests edge, she screams warnings in shrill cries of Tal D'Agorian dialect. Her walking stick is raised high in attempts to ward them off from such a place. Oliverr is highly tempted to stop as the woman comes out yelling, but keeps on following Nexpah, knowing that doing so was probably best. Nexpah just shakes his head, offering her a warning growl before continuing on his way. Walking forward they step into a living nightmare. Listening for any sign of life they would find none. The stone sculptures before them are what remain of the once vibrant forest that lived here. Trees are frozen in time, their roots exposed to the horror that came upon these lands. Light is practically non-existent and they look to the east and then the west. The stone like trees bid them to flee back to the west, a questioning brow from the hound offers Oliverr to speak now or continue on.

Oliverr places his hand against one of Nexpah's tusks to stop him a moment, looking down to Saiyuri on his tusks, then back out at the forest. "Is this a safe route to be taking, Nexpah? Where are we even going?" he says, talking to the hound as if it might be able to respond to him. Nexpah simply looks up at him, an echo of fragmented growling words soon fill Oliverr's head to the point of making it feel like it would explode. “Don't be such a coward.” Nexpah snickers and continues on. It would seem the conversations Saiyuri had with the beast were not so farfetched after all. Oliverr blinked as the hound talked to him, letting out a deep breath and following beside him, watching Saiyuri. Shadows once again shroud the area as they arrive into what was once a lovers spot. The sun shone here once, but now darkness had taken hold. A small bench has been invaded by vines, branches and shrubs; hot stone from a small fissure was now solidified over what looked to be two people of the kingdom. One would wonder how such a cataclysmic event happened with no warning to the people who lived here. Nexpah sets her down, laying her on the bench gently and tugging his head to gesture Oliverr to follow inside the nearby cave.

Entering into the mouth of darkness Oliverr thought to light a fire and laughed nervously. It was a laughter that echoed back at him, mockingly him with each reverberation from the cave. Joining into his laughter is a haunting sound as the forest outside screams with tormented glee. It would make ones flesh crawl as whispers reach him like ghostly fingers within the darkness. He stumbles over miner’s tools and falls forward into a table. Feeling about in the darkness his fingers grasp a familiar object, a lantern. Further fumbling leads to the matches and he lights the lantern to see the most horrific sight yet- hundreds of people with faces contorted in various forms of agony. This is obviously the remains of a mine, the walls having been worked, a final refuge, from the event that struck this land. The rock has also contorted into angles that would defy any imagination. An overwhelming feeling of being watched surrounds him and the light puts itself out as if forbidden here. The urge to flee is apparent, from the horrors that are burning into his eyes. Nexpah does not wait for the obvious question. He sets himself ablaze, the fire in this place burning blue instead of the familiar crimson. The walls transform the story before Oliverr. There is a girl, Hayvin- a mirror image to her younger sibling Saiyuri- watching in terror as others attempt to take over the Kingdom. She was bound in chains and half naked with the rest of the women of the town. Trapped in personal turmoil she watched on as those too young to be useful were slain in plain sight. Bodies of dead and dying children riddled the ground, and a whisper from the booming voice of the hound resonated “The Killing Fields”. A roaring scream, the beginnings of the true gift of Tal D'Agore, exudes from Hayvin- a tantrum like no other roaring into flames begins to consume the area, enemy and innocent alike. The swirling vortex only promises to drown all of them, some to end suffering, others to feel it. The truest horrors of the incident were evident in what he had seen before; the vulcanized shells of the people once here. The aftermath was simple, dead forests, baron women; the event changed the lands forever. No wonder this once magnificent place was lost and forgotten, it was no wonder the people there were all a little... crazy.

Saiyuri stirs just outside the entrance to the dark cave, speaking slowly and half awake “Oli?” He just been standing and watching this story before him as he heard Saiyuri call for him. He halfway runs back to her after looking back at Nexpah, sitting down beside her and holding her close after pulling her into his lap "What is it, Saiyuri?" She looks up at him to speak softly, “Can we go home?" It was no wonder she hated it here, no wonder she fled to Hollow and stayed. Kingdom or nay, this place was evil- and she knew it.