Darnell
A careful composure returned Vierna back upright after her brief stumble, for a time distracted by the view of an open land heading for Hyburn! She knew they weren't far now, that which the map ironically alerted her to. Still, clearly she had interest in the possible response of the Dryad. Vierna had spilled her tale otherwise truthfully, though lacking in the more damning details. It wouldn't be intentional, truly more a mechanism to avoid those frustrating thoughts against her Family.

The closeness with the Dryad seemed casual, the private space of the Dryad gradually lessening through every honest word that Vierna spouted. Perhaps she had been one of the first to get this close in a long time, but she wouldn't waste it with a keen inspection of the variety of leaves and Humanoid features that only seemed to offer more detail up close. The Drow took her time with it, casually so, perhaps not expecting that more curious and open reply from Midelia. 

The new questions she asked seemed to cause a perk of Vierna's white brow, a surprised smile soon pondering as she considered her next words closely. Oh, that eager Tree-Hugger. 

"I told you. Troubled History. They want to remain in the past, and I want to look ahead. They're not dead to me, Midelia. Neither am I denounced by them. They know little of what I think.." Vierna explained while slowly folding her arms.

The Drow paused for a moment, arms crossed as she reflected on her own words. For a second she would get tense, defensive to the Dryad's notion of Nobility as a system of simple greed. For her Family history, it seemed fair; though failed to mention the more Liberated Kingdoms. Clearly, Midelia had bias of her own. Atleast, that's what Vierna thought.

"We're getting closer, it looks like." The Enchantress added calmly, clearly intent on dragging the topic away.

The Drow saw the gradual distance between them as a simple sway of movement, the setting of grass and keen shrubbery not always offering the best time to keep close to company. Whatever the case, the idea that destination would be close filled her keen with glee! Nature was always an interesting sight, but for the more social creature that was Vierna, she so desired meeting new faces. 

"Oh, so now we're bullying the lost one.. I see how it is.." Her tone suddenly serious, an equally serious appearing pout on the Drow's expression. She would hold out well, that serious look all too serious until it just wasn't. Composure breaking, Vierna broke out into a chuckle and a fair smirk in kind. 

"Tst.. Hah, of course I can handle it! Well, maybe for another hour or so.. I hope they have a good Inn there." The Drow muttered along, at moments with a smile then others a dramatic huff. Vierna wasn't expecting anything remarkable from Hyburn, no, but a good room was all she needed.

In terms of her attire, her fanciful adventurer's get-up seemed to catch some scrapes of dirt along their path. Still, the fitted travel leggings seemed suited to the adventure. Her boots, better yet.

Seemingly unaware that her wit had not been accounted for by the more.. Socially challenged Dryad, Vierna would struggle to potentially remedy it by the closed nature of her Fey acquaintance. The Drow sat in silence for a moment, lost to the sights and very prospect of civilisation ahead. It would be the words of the Dryad that caught her interest, clearly amused. 

"Well.. There isn't one kind of City. The ones I'm used to in Lazaroth has all kinds of ventures. Shops, Taverns, Brothels... Tightly guarded and quite dangerous. The Wolves Den, most call the lands. Well, In Findara..? I'm just as much a stranger to it as you.." The Drow replied, leaving a moment to ponder on the City herself before adding: "But I doubt it's anything like Lazaroth. Here, everything is alot more.. Different? Not even slavery is allowed here, I've heard." 

Spoken as if slavery was a perfectly normalised industry to her, the Drow would perk an interested look up to the Dryad again. "Why, anyways..? You're not.. Thinking of entering yourself, are you?"
Carolyn
```Avoiding the question entirely, the dryad would seem quite nervous for a moment as she moves forth slowly her response would be no answer but a question in return. Her voice silent and rather introverted, yet this time with a lot more stuttering than usual clearly she knows she is avoiding the question entirely. Perhaps simply not wanting to answer or there might be more to it, who knows.```

**W-well h-how were the c-cities in Laz-Laz-Lazaroth?**

```Struggling with the word Lazaroth itself it was incredibly clear that the Fae had zero to no knowledge regarding how Lazaroth runs or exists, having most likely never been there and only hearing of it barely. It would be quite normal come to think of it being in the forests for centuries, and well coming from a different plane entirely it'd be strange if she had any knowledge on Lazaroth.```

**Slaves?**

```She'd add to it surprised not really expecting the shackling of people and the shackling of nature itself as well, a look of disgust would form on the fae-spirits face as she stares at the she-elf her face clearly cringing and uncomfortable at the mention of it. To Midelia slavery would be akin to controlling nature, while often it is used on sentient beings. They are still an extension of the majesty of Galadrial's nature itself.```
Darnell
The Drow seemed quick to respond this time, the elevated stuttering causing her to blink in clear confusion. Soon, she would raise her hands infront of her, gesturing calmly as she offered a calm expression while in reply. "Hey, hey.. Relax. This is not an interrogation, Midelia. You're safe.." What seemed intriguing about her words would be the careful flutter of calm they would offer. No longer was it the more dominating tones found in her questioning previous. Instead, something clearly more soothing. Likely, something she learned in her Studies found by the faint flicker of magic that lingered at her fingertips. 

"Let's.. Just.. Go there, okay? It's not far, like you said." Vierna hummed with a passive inspection of the Dryad, figuring the more she spoke of it the less this Dryad could muster the courage to actually go. It felt very taxing to deal with her, though clearly she knew little of Midelia's history being isolated in a Forest for years. Eventually her hands would lower, one subtle adjustment of her attire later and she'd return her focus on the destination ahead. Time to hurry, she imagined.

She had ignored the Dryad's comment on slaves due to her quick attempt to calm Midelia before, but it seemed some thoughts came to mind. Of course, for something so normal to her, the majority of those in these lands completely despised slavery and its legalisation. A topic of controversy that divided Lazaroth even after the Treaty, it only further spurred her belief that her Family succeeded in isolating her well. Vierna eventually mustered some words on the topic, particularly careful but clearly not interested in a debate on morals. That wasn't what she expected from the Dryad, regardless. 

"Yes.. Slaves. I doubt we'll find any here. Where I'm from, it is a normal trade. We're nowhere near Lazaroth, if that's what you're worried of." Vierna offered reassuringly, soon however turning away to focus on the trip ahead.