Betty
The City Square of the Capital Alynthi, a powerful and busy sight perfect for those curious of the very land they travelled to. Commoners, merchants, and the travelling guard or Noble was quite the present sight. Travellers from Wayshrine, or by the busy road, all connected to the Capital. 

One particular individual had set this as her personal goals, for the Grand Capital of Alynthi had long been a symbol of controversy and divide within her own people. The Drow traveller, hooded and often careful had sought this land for a reason otherwise kept for those she trusted, for the supposedly affluent traveller was more than just the veil she hid behind. A Noble Lady, one who if she came with escort in tow would likely have been sent away due to their current divisions. 

Careful enough not to cause a stir with the guards, the unarmed figure travelled carefully to catch the very sights this land had to offer. From the designs of the buildings, to the array of statues dotted of Patron Gods or otherwise Alynthian heroes - it was quite the spectacular sight. 
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In Drowish nature, quiet judgement stirred but she had fully intended to rid herself of the ignorant label. A layer of questions signalled in her thoughts - Was Alynthi truly a threat to Lazaroth? Was it better off here, than home? A quiet checklist rang out in thought but truly she struggled to find those answers at a simple glance, much more as the bickering of others around only furthered the other reasoning behind her visit. - Midelia. A travelling companion she met in Findara, a shy creature she otherwise convinced to accompany her. Of course, slight complications in the trip and a perhaps cruel diversion into Khisfire split them apart from eachother, but the coming reunion was organised here. Truthfully, she wouldn't know if Midelia had even made it. Was it all pointless, was she too late? She had some patience to wait however.. 

Finding the comfort of a public garden area just neighbouring the City Square, the curious Drow watched quietly. The urge to converse with others was quite keen, yet she knew better than to draw too much attention in the very Capital.
Judy
A massive shadow zipped over Vierna, most definitely too quick to be a cloud. It wasn't uncommon, flying races going to and fro across the capital, most commonly aasimar. But this shadow circled back and stopped just above the drow woman. Descending down just angled perfectly so the light would prevent Vierna from seeing who or what it was, a being landed around ten feet away from where the drow woman found herself resting. Furrowing his feathers, the creature turned out to be a beautiful snow owl aarakocra. From the pin on his shirt, it was clear he was a decorated member of The Sky Messengers, and clearly had a message for Vierna. Approaching with a simple wave, the aarakocra dipped his head in greeting.

"Greetings, my lady. I have a letter addressed to one Lady Vierna Argith. If you don't mind, I'm just going to quickly confirm your identity to ensure I am delivering this parcel to the correct individual." With a smile on his pointed beak, the aarakocra held out the necklace in front of Vierna, and it became clear there was a magical enchantment upon it; a locater spell. The necklace was one Vierna would easily recognize, one of the symbol of Lunam, the God of the Moon. A gift from her aunt from what could be considered a lifetime ago now. The closer it drew to Vierna the more brightly the glow pulsated, confirming the identity of Vierna for the messenger. "Seems your aunt's locater spell worked like a charm, my lady. Here you are."

Moving his hands to retrieve a letter from the bag at his side, the owl extended his hand outward for Vierna to take the letter as well as the necklace, given it was no longer his to keep. Once the drow woman retrieved the letter, the aarakocra bowed his deeply in respect before taking flight once more, off to likely deliver numerous more messages elsewhere.

The letter itself, read as follows.
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```𝒯𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒩𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒, 𝒱𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶.

𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹. 𝐵𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶'𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒶 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓎𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒. 

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇. 𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀. 𝑀𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃, 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒿𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐼𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇.```

```𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹, 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅. 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓀. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. 

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒱𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒜 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝐼 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝓎, 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝒮𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃, 𝒮𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎. 

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎, 

𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝐼𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓁 𝒜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓎𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒```
Betty
Perhaps it would have been quite the simple task to spot the sizeable Dryad, the wandering Midelia having found her way in these familiar gardens. Yet, the brief shadow that loomed over the spectating Drow would now catch her full attention. Sudden, and unexpected. Her reaction as a result would be one of confusion at first, a perk from the brow of one otherwise trying best to keep away from garnering too much attention - delivery by a messenger would not be one such thing to reach that role. Noting the pin, then the bow, Vierna struggled for words until the Aarakocra made keen mention of her in the titles of the Nobility. A needy hand raised in a hushing motion, but subtle and attempting to quieten him down. Of course, not succeeding in the slightest.

"Please, Sir, you have me mi-" Was all Vierna could offer before the Messenger seeked verification, and out sprung a flash back to the past. The very design of that necklace he revealed, of the God Lunam. A gift when she was younger, one by her very Aunt that the Messenger referenced..
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The pieces started to fit, a slow realisation that only furthered this confusing arrangement. A hand instinctively reached to fetch both necklace and letter, it marked by the insignia she most feared. - It was her Aunt's doing, no simple Lady but the very Duchess of Syvarethe. That, to her, spelled a mixture of hope or worry. Regardless, as the Messenger flew off, the composure of the Drow soon lingered back on the letter. The chase for the Dryad hung quiet in that manner, not even aiming to free herself from the quiet stares of potential Alynthi onlookers. It would simply be her and the sigil of the Family crest that marked the letter of affluent design. 

For Midelia, if she were within these very gardens, the gossip of a Reputable Messenger delivering to some Drow would be noted. Meanwhile, Vierna remained left to flutter through the fanciful handwriting of her Aunt. The words that were so important as to disrupt her own time of travel, and sent from such a far distance. Every scan of a word soured her expression. Worry, a look she rarely ever showed so blatantly. - That charismatic facade brought to heel by the ink that stained paper. It would drive her to silence, perhaps offering Midelia the chance to get the jump on her.

The growing gossip proved very little in deterring the driven Drow, head lowered and buried in the flurry of words, a handwriting distinctly familiar. A flurry of emotion carried her actions, a puzzle of thought that only concluded that this letter to her, was something of an entirely serious nature. 

Of course, no Alynthi commoner would deter her but the ever so sudden shift of Midelia was a foe like no other. Head lowered, the flicker of her blueish gaze would find that final falter in the sudden appearance of an earthly face sprouting in her vision.

"Wuh!-"

 Instinct rose, a shift back in shock away from the bench into a brief stagger. Letter gripped by her right hand, Vierna's blatant show of shock scanned this sudden figure. The voice was familiar, the appearance far more noticeable. That brief lack of composure wouldn't return however, a souring of the Drow's expression as she sulked in her place. - "Midelia.. Did you have to scare me like that? Lunam, give me strength.." Vierna offered in a far less Lady-like fashion, the Noble brought to irritation momentarily until her anger started to cease. By the grip of her letter, the motion of her very form, clearly she was tense. Perhaps it was a surprising look, the Drow who typically seemed masterful in her wit. 

"You.. You made it, Midelia. I was worried you got lost." Words added with more composure in mind, an unconscious move to pocket away her letter slowly shifted into action - only the light dangle of that necklace remaining in her hand.
Robert
```Midelia would straighten herself again, seeing she had definitely caught Vierna by total surprise. A slight shock would be in her face as the usually elegant drow would reduce herself to her more primal flight or fight instincts. Yet it would swiftly end as the Vierna she knew popped out more, a slight smile would appear on Midelia's face as she offers a slight bow to the drow.```

**Ah-ah apologies i t-tend to blend in a lot.**

```With a slight apology at her recent scaring tactic the fae would tilt her head slightly as she observes the elf before her, it was obvious that she was tense perhaps due to her sudden appearance? Midelia wasn't sure of it, there might be something more to it. But the introverted spirit decided not to really fish too deep, they have just met again best enjoy that moment while it lasts.```

**W-well i used a wa-wayshrine, horrific exp-experience but i did get here. We probably should have decid-decided on a meeting point it w-was sheer lu-luck that i found you rea-really.**

```The stuttering fae would say in response to Vierna her worrying statement. She would have her arms behind her back grabbing onto each other, as she slowly but surely walks around the bench and infront of Vierna. It was obvious that Midelia had gained quite a confidence boost since the last time they met, yet it was also still painstakingly obvious that it was still Midelia. Doing her best to make herself look small and insignificant, the introverted and shy side of her was still very much in power.```

**I-i heard something of a drow receiving a messag-message and well i quickly thought of you.**
Betty
The first words she found quite humorous, the gardens being rather the Dryad's only solace from the walled confines of the Capital. So there, for now, she had blended in. Convenient to find a garden to meet with a Dryad. 

"Mh.." 

The Drow gave a quick look up and down at the friendly Dryad, perhaps missing that look from the boiling sands of Khisfire. No, all she could find there was the keen company and the fancy garbs. But soon that faint smile would return, dignified and offering that soft Drowish judgement perhaps Midelia had become used to now. - She certainly seemed different. 

"A wayshrine..? Did the Forests not suit you, Midelia? You seem to work so well in such a dwelling.." The Drow hummed in thought, soft hands moving up to brush up on her travelling attire that felt a slight issue due to her sudden shuffling. "- And perhaps, yes.. But Viviana seemed to desire our meeting to be a simple one.. You.. Heard gossip of a Drow, receiving a message?" Her last words were offered with some caution, a puzzling thought at how loud her amazon delivery bird had been. Of course, it seemed to simply remind her of the very letter that remained on her person. 

"I.. That must have been me. Mh - You seem different.." Her words left some mystery, allowing Midelia to interpret it negative or positive however she wished.

The Noble Drow took extra care in the words that Midelia offered, finally finding some balance of composure and concern for the letter that now lingered in her thoughts. It seemed the Dryad would be the perfect distraction, a tale in particular always spiced up the mood. 

It would come to some surprise at the amount of words Midelia offered her, a slight shattering of that shy bubble that seemed to limit them on their first ever meet. But the tale itself was almost intriguing in its own right.

"A Half Human Doctor..? Lucky he's found himself in Findara. Any Lazarothian would have snatched him given the opportunity.." Vierna offered perhaps cruelly. Both a human and a Doctor, a particular mix that seemed rare in Vierna's eyes. Slavery was a normal concept to her, afterall, and half humans within her homeland rarely got the considerations of a free life given their value as servants or other sorts. Though, it seem to amuse her with that sly little smile. 

"So you came with them through the Wayshrine? Are they preparing to jump at me, too..? Or, parted ways.. A brave move for one not use to the City life, Midelia. That's what I'd call development, heh."

Vierna didn't seem to care to delve into this expedition talk, her thoughts already far too distracted by the notions of the letter. It would only be the question offered in return, in mention of Khisfire. 

"Oh, Khisfire.. It was worth the trip. The people, the goods they sold.. Oh, you should have seen their style of clothing. Suited for the weather, very little to hide. Proud in showing themselves off, it seems. - A trait I must admire."

Vierna of course spun passing thoughts like some tourist, yet of course hiding away details she otherwise enjoyed keeping a secret. It would not just be her secret to keep, afterall, the trust placed on her by another. 

"But that weather, God's.. Living so long in Lazaroth, I'm not used to the Celestial Sibling of Lunam." Added with a playful scoff, her fanciful words of course meant the very Sun that scorched the Khisfire sands. 

"The.. Bickering about the Drow with a letter. It was just that, right..? Nothing else..?" A sudden questioning by Vierna, a brief composure temporarily slipped to show the tenseness revealed before. My, there was something about her with this message. As of now, unclear to those around.
Robert
```She would sti there for a moment pondering on what the drow said, she seemed to be rather interested in the half-human. But quickly change her point back to the ethereal wayfinder, it seemed Vierna has never used one before in her life if she asked a question like that. A slight chuckle would come from Midelia as she responds to that part of Vierna's question, her soft stuttering voice making itself known.```

**Y-you can only travel by one! He is somewhere ar-around here.**

```Then she would listen with keen interest at Vierna her story about Khisfire, it seemed to be an enjoyable detour. Midelia hated such places the heat and the sand it's all simply strange and opposite to what she adored, she was glad she didn't come along with them. Vierna on the other hand seemed to adore such a detour.```

**Y-yes it was nothing else just s-some drow getting a letter.**

```With seriousness in her voice the dryad would speak, trying her best not to stutter too much she would make it clear that nothing else was said and that it simply was some gossip by the locals a rather normal occurrence seeing well the circumstances.```

```Her jade eyes would stare closer at Vierna, in this city's atmosphere the drow would fit in a lot more even in a park such as this. While Midelia would be the strange one, almost like in Hyburn. Yet for once the fae wouldn't feel fully uncomfortable she has grown to get used to this environment, unfortunately for her that doesn't mean she likes this type of environment at all.```

**Y-you do l-look qu-quite shocked wh-what's wrong? Di-did i surprise you tha-that much?**

```The stuttering autumn-spirit would say in a calm and very shy fashion, you can simply smell the uncertainty in her voice as she says this. Midelia doesn't want to step on Vierna's toes or too deep into her business, hence she does her best to be careful.```
Betty
A playful pout marked her expression by that mocking chuckle from Midelia, a brow perked in thought on the topic of Wayshrines. Oh, she would not be played so simply, quickly adding with a flick of her hand. - "And you couldn't have waited for him after you passed through..? Heh, oh well.." 

The unfortunate trait of her ego obviously showed herself there, a struggle for her to have to appear the more foolish one. Of course, there would be no malice behind it but the more friendlier tones a Drow could offer. But topics changed, and the remark on the gossip about her seemed to relax her senses atleast for a moment or so. 

- "Mm.. Oh, good. Better it stays that way.." A simple remark, shrouded by the contents of that very letter. 

Vierna stood casually now, a passing glance fluttering away in the Alynthi background. - Merchants, crowds, the style of buildings she had been inspecting since her time here. All seemed a keen distraction, until eventually that sidelong glance returned to the Dryad who inspected her. The Drow's style hadn't changed too distinctly since their travel, the adventuring leathers of one affluent yet not so far as to say Noble. Made on purpose, much to other's discovery. 
.

And there came concern from the friendly Dryad, a slight narrow from Vierna quietly judging Midelia's question. It was a moment of weakness for her, a ponder as to what she might say. The Drow expected she could so easily divert the conversation by joking about the little stunt of scaring her, but truly she lacked many confidants within the mainland. A letter she herself struggled to contain. - a need to vent was clear, but caution was an utmost importance to her. 

"It's not just your confidence that's been helped. I can sense that boldness in you, too. It's.. About the letter. A truth I don't often share about myself. But-" A rather commanding wag of her finger waved towards the Dryad, a playful seriousness to her tone clear. "- You will say nothing of this to anyone, hm? And we need to find a place quieter. Understand..?"
Robert
```A slight step back at the comment, Midelia would laugh a bit as she does her best to rebute the comment. Her stuttering voice coming into the world again as the fae speaks uncertainty paramount in her voice, yet Midelia would push onwards as she responds to the claim she left the half-human behind. Such a claim was simply false, and Midelia would react to it!```

**A-ah no no, h-he went in first he had important business. S-so he went through the f-flame first, a-and we prom-promised to see ea-each other again somewh-where here so no i di-did not leave him behind.**

```With a slight step forth Midelia would move a bit closer to Vierna the dryad looking down onto the drow, she would observe the movements of the dark elf as it's obvious the note of the message awakens some sort of insecurity or uncertainty inside Vierna. Midelia her face would offer slight comforting smile as she listens to what Vierna had to say about it. Midelia her concerns would clearly be friendly as she only seemed interested in what the newly anointed Duchess says.```

**Ah it's j-just common goss-gossip you wou-would've said the same.**

```Her head would tilt a bit as the drow seemed to think about the letter, her head moving around and the uncertainty was almost clear. The fae would simply remain calm her body language would show the dryad was patient, her arms behind her back her legs close together and her back straightened again she would simply await the drow's answer for a bit as she isn't certain what Vierna might say. An outburst perhaps? Or perhaps an admition that she needs to vent?```

```And there it would be the statement, to keep it confident to keep it between the two and to bring it somewhere more private. All rather understandable in the mind of autumn-spirit, Midelia her speculations were confirmed. The letter that was given seemed to be quite important to the knife ear in front of her, but more Midelia didn't really know as of yet. For now she would nod her head, her leaf hair moving with her up and down, up and down. Her mouth would open again and offer a reply, the stuttering for once would be gone and a stern seriousness would be found in her voice. One Vierna hasn't seen yet.```

**Of course, where ever you desire we can talk about it there.**
Betty
And so Vierna's belief had been wrong, though not entirely of her own fault. The subtle details of important business had now been told, something perhaps good to know later down the line. Vierna would show off no defeat by her assumption, almost a pleased smile as if she sussed out more than met the eye. - "Heh, what little details can do to change a story. I understand, now. I'd hoped you intend to introduce me to this Half Human, atleast?" Vierna spoke plainly, that elegance returning with a hint of want. A Half Human Doctor was certainly a sight, as rare in Lazaroth as a Drow Noble was in Alynthi. Or a Dryad in a City.. Really, so many rarities appeared on this interesting day. 

Of course, the Drow passively watched Midelia's shift back then return to approach, despite her boost in confidence it seemed quite clear the influence this Drow had on her; for better or worse. 

"Oh, would I? Are you calling me a gossiper, Midelia? Tch, the cheek, heh." A playfulness returned, her tone clearly indicating that she indeed was a gossiper. That smile would remain to indicate her lack of seriousness well enough, a gentle step forward watching the Dryad. 

And perhaps most surprising, was the reaction of her Fae Companion. Not a stutter came in response to her more serious declaration, almost like she took this shy nature as a deceptive tool. It made her ponder, considering whether trust was at the key to a Dryad's life; or if she earned such a privilege with Midelia. There would be no words in reply after her brief thought, instead a simple smile and a nod. 

Looking away, Vierna would search for her much desired quiet, a careful scan of the area about. The Marketplace? Far too busy. The City Square? Not a chance. No, after a few brief glances around in their garden space would she find a pathway deeper into this garden area. It seemed quiet enough, not bothering to debate on it as she gestured with her hand and walked onwards to this supposedly silent region.
Robert
```The dryad wouldn't really poke Vierna too much anymore as she notices the pouty drow trying to rectify the situation, Midelia would nod and laugh it off as she straightens herself following the she-elf. She would follow rather closely behind the elf, Vierna would feel a sense of safety perhaps or one of fear. The large tree behind her might be quite terrifying.```

**U-uh sure i can s-see if h-he wishes for that... He is a rather strange one a do-doctor much like me but one much younger and more exp-experimental.**

```At the notice of Midelia being accused of being a gossiper she would turn slightly red at least her cheeks would, the slight turning of her head as she is unsure how to really respond or handle such a playful accusations. Her mind would race between answers or solutions, ah and she would have thought of one! Her shy voice would struggle bringing it out but here goes nothing.```

**I-i mean yo-you are an e-elf, they are known for being quite talky aren't they?**

```She would think about the quiet spot Vierna was speaking about and decides to take it into her own hands for the time being, grabbing Vierna unexpecting by the shoulder with one hand. Using the other she would raise it in the sky as green energies flow out and soon roots would pop up from the ground surrounding both in a small place rather close together but very private.```
Betty
A brief snicker came to pass from the Drow, a passing glance moving back towards Midelia at her remark towards this Half Human Doctor. - "Heh, I would hope he'd be younger, Midelia. From what I know, kin of mankind often have a struggling mortality. Barely a hundred years of age, usually." - Of course, she heard much of the gossip about the species. It had been thousands of years since their dominance as a species and subsequent annihilation. Still, it was an amusing thought that passed along as Midelia attempted to justify her words. Really, not needed at all, shown by the amused smirk that lay on Vierna's face. 

"Oh, are they..? I think you may have a point there.." - A simple shrug came to mind, for the talk of a private matter seemed far more important as she trapsed through the garden. 

What came next seemed most surprising. A quick halt came as that nature-clad grip would be felt against her shoulder - brow perked in clear confusion. No words would be offered to ease that tension however, instead forced to witness the sudden sprout of roots all around them. The Drow blinked, clearly in surprise at Midelia's action. 

"I.. You better hope this doesn't draw the guards.." Vierna flickered a judgemental gaze before inspecting the roots, a hand casually reaching up to pluck at one of the roots carefully. "But.. Smart."
Robert
```The roots would be rather soft actually almost like touching hard elastic dirt, that's really the best way your fingers can describe the sensation yet you would also notice the other side of the roots would be a lot harder with the occasional sharp and most likely very painful spike on the roots. While on the inside there wouldn't be many they would still be there and quite capable of giving you a pierce if you aren't careful enough. All by all the root "Shelter" Midelia summoned would be around 3x2 meters in size, allowing you decent room to breath but at the same time pushing you quite close to Midelia. On the outside the structure would be mostly camouflaged with leaves and grass growing on it, it's almost like a big bush that has always been here.```

**F-fear not the guards can't d-differentiate such trivial things.**

```Being this close to the fae the smell of nature would be paramount it's almost like you've walked into a dense forest, which in all fairness you're standing next to a sentient tree so not too far off. Midelia would for now simply stare at you an inquisitive look on her face as she bows her head ever so slightly to better read your own emotions, and to await what you have to say. For the rest her stance would be as usual, arms behind her back legs close together.```

**S-so now we have the pr-privacy you wanted, i-i do not understand why. A simple letter made out of what once was a magnificent tree ca-can't be that stressful can it?**

```With that comment the ball would be in Vierna's side, as the fae simply awaits what she has to say. It was clear that she had grown quite a bit since last encounter it's almost like she leads the conversation at some points. Yet her stutter and often times insecure and uncertain looks and voice would give away that she wasn't fully out of her shell, and most likely never will be. For this entire adventure she has been through Midelia still remains a rather introverted creature.```
Betty
Perhaps taking that moment to doubt Midelia's opinion on Alynthi guards, the conversation moved far too quickly for her to argue. The ball was indeed in her court, as the Dryad probed upon the letter in question and the very reasoning for this privacy. 

A quiet hum sounded, a slight ease back as she took in that intoxicating smell of nature - something she neither liked nor disliked at the given time. If explanation was what Midelia wanted, she'd get it. Vierna of course was a creature of want, and often venting about her own life was a clear way to find it. 

"Tst, it's more the words contained, Midelia. A letter for me, one who you don't fully know. Intentionally, really." Vierna gave a simple look at the Dryad before swiping at her side, uncovering that fancy looking letter that taunted her. It's design was foreign, the symbols Lazarothian and bearing a crest almost akin to Royalty. The faint words that may have been spotted were all in Drowish, intended clearly for Vierna. And with a faint point at the symbol that marked it, would be the continuation of the Drow's words. - "This symbol here, is.. Of a Family House. Mine, House Argith. A Noble House of Lazaroth." She went quiet in that moment to let the reveal sink in, a swift contemplation of her own thoughts for revealing such truths to the friendly tree. Safe, was perhaps a word she considered Midelia atleast. 

Her gaze soon returned to the letter, a brief look over the words as her tone seemed to sour. "..And this letter, I never quite expected to get. It's.. From my Aunt. She's.. A ruler, persay. Of land, a.. Duchess, if you've heard the term?" The Drow quietly found herself buried in the weeds, a brief fumble of her words to try and find some way of composing those thoughts. Soon, she'd just go and blatantly say it. 

.

"I.. She's handed me the right to it. She wants me.. To take over, which.. Which can only mean one thing. My Mother, she's.. She's done something bad, I don't know. And right when I'm trying to travel, Viviana's fate.."

That composure lost itself nearing the end of her explanation, more a ramble that clearly showed her struggle to collect her thoughts.
Robert
**O-of course it's not a cho-choice you need to make right now. Y-you are still very young and have much to see. T-take a night to think about yes?**
Betty
Perhaps she saw the uselessness in holding out that letter, the foreign designs and even more strange words that remained not entirely uncovered due to the envelope. For a Dryad, she imagined that would have been quite the difficulty to decipher. Really, she started to consider her doubts in even asking, that fluster of emotion tense in her thoughts. Well, until those words with very little stutters seemed to flutter out simply for the Dryad.. 

It seemed she wasn't the only one with secrets. This lack of stuttering, this smile, it did more to confuse her than reassure. The Drow offered a clear narrow of her eyes, finding it unbelievable that the more supportive tone came from.. Midelia? Oh, that deceptive tree. 

"..No, no.. You can't just do that." Vierna commented in disbelief, reflective of her confusion as she watched those words turn from clear to a stutter again. - "Stop.. Stop, already. Don't think you can just stutter your way to clarity then begin anew. Explain yourself." It was harsher than usual, that tone, clearly whatever this was it soured her thoughts.
Robert
**I-i do hope you forgive me Vierna, i have let others more into my life and i have paid dearly for it...**

```With that the fae would turn around allowing you a look at her derriere and mainly her back, one of her arms would point at what seems to be a rather large scar wound. While bark has closed to wound it's still quite the nasty experience.```

**T-that is really w-why.**

```Turning around rather quickly again, she would do her best to keep her compossiure in the situation. She has never really shared this memory with others, as it still stings to this very day.```
Betty
The nervousness was perhaps justified given the Drow's sudden shift in tone. She hated being surprised, far more from one who she seemed to offer her trust to only to spin some sudden deception. Some fake stutter, an exaggerated shyness that made her appear weak and easy to trust. A terrifying prospect to offer her secrets to. Atleast, Vierna seemed justified with what she knew at the time. 

"A Facade..?" The very word troubled her thoughts, staring daggers into the Dryad. Despite how large Midelia was and how less shy she truly seemed, Vierna seemed to carry quite the influence for one who felt ever so scorned. She wanted to be dissapointed or insulted, feeling somewhat weak for not catching onto to these fake stutters. Of course, the Drow found it weird, perhaps some condition or something related to the Fae? Never the matter, as she watched Midelia struggle through her words to explain more of this truth.

Judgemental stares looked over the Dryad as she turned around, the appearance of a scar settling on her back. Quite the sight, one that even startled her soured looks. Irritation seemed to ease, at least, the sight of perhaps guilt in her thoughts. Had she been so blunt with her, her Drowish nature getting the better of her? 
.

Silence would loom over the pair for a moment or so, that mysterious contemplation found in Vierna who always seemed to like controlling a conversation. A subtle pause, an unclear response from Vierna as she looked over the Dryad with a tilt of her head. The nervousness of the Dryad would hopefully be eased however, as finally some way of words showed themselves in that calmer tone of the Noble. 

"I.. I get it. But... What foolishness did you consider just throwing that out there, with not even an attempt to warn me? After I tell you of my own truth, you'd just.. Speak in that strange tone then stutter away again? Of course I'm annoyed. I thought I was offering my truth to some naive Dryad. Looks like I'm the naive one, instead." A final huff came to pass as she justified her irritation, leaning back against the roots with a tut and a tone of defeat. A hand seemed to brush against the root-filled wall, a gesture towards it. "Let me out of this.."

Anger turned to frustration, then to an irritated calm as she distracted herself by stares into that green around her. The words that Midelia used to try and reassure her fell on deaf ears in that moment, barely an attempt to speak words from the Drow until the roots eventually returned to the soil. Forced to ease back by her lean, Vierna would soon set her sights on the familiar Alynthi gardens. Then, finally, some way of reply.

"Oh, it's safe 'for now', is it..? Oh, how thankful I am.." - Interpreting that phrase as little more than a threat, the Drow clearly remained defensive with her sarcasm. It wasn't the harsh anger offered before, that familiar tone she offered in a friendly manner seeming to seep back in but only in her time. Forgiveness wasn't her strong suit, and especially in a most stressful time regarding her situation at Home. 

A scoff sounded at the addition by Midelia, a notable shake of her head but quick to cut off any sudden impulses. To her, ever since they first met, Vierna had seen this Dryad as a beacon of innocence. A shroud of shyness she wanted to bring to the Cities and awaken some confidence. To hear it was just some ploy, some clever little deception? It was disheartening to her. She understood why, but it would change very little.

"Enough." - Her tone was clear, stern. Brushing past the Dryad with a noticeable departure from the garden path, Vierna offered some more words simply after a few steps or two. "I'm not going to fight with you, but I'm not tolerating this facade, either. If you say this is still you, then you have nothing to worry about acting as your true self. I'm going to find a good Tavern to rest, like you advised. Think about my own plans." There wasn't much to stop her now, that tone presently blunt but less so in the manner of anger. Her intention to leave the garden was clear, the Drow making her departure.

The sudden apology would be overheard while in mid departure, the Drow already focusing elsewhere at this rate, considering the letter as a token of clear importantance to her. It certainly effected her, the apology she took keenly, a hesitation in her step yet persisting until that desperate request to come with.. 

A fluster showed itself on her expression, a halt in her step and a quiet contemplation. This side long glance would return back to look upon the Dryad, watching her falter and struggle back into insecurity. Vierna felt a mix of both guilt and irritation, truly she never intended to act the caretaker and clearly by that sudden shift in tone she didn't need to be. Still, a momentary forgiveness covered her expression with a hum. Then, some eventual reply 

"Seriously..?" - Vierna questioned blatantly, her gaze flicking up and down along the struggling Dryad. It hardly seemed the facade, yet it only confused her more on Midelia's true situation. The Drow felt like she knew nothing, but of course felt some pity that all this had occurred under her own request to visit the Capital. Some leeway had to be offered, but ground rules notably showed themselves now for the ever blunt Drow. - "Look, just.. Fine, okay? You can come with, but I don't want to hear a trace of that facade of yours, hm? Neither for me, nor any strangers we encounter. Tch.." The demand had been made clear, Vierna not bothering to wait for some reply. Instead, she began to depart once more - a walk out from the gardens into the busy City Square of Alynthi.