Dean
Fleur De Lysse
Hangman's Harbor

Fleur nodded along lightly to the man's words. He was right, and there was no denying it. 

"I am glad to be able to see what he accomplished here." Fleur gave the man a gentle smile, before filling quiet again once more as her father spoke. Though, the smile on her face soon fell, and she looked towards Lady Calypso with raised eyebrows- a look that conveyed something to say, but the girl stayed silent, hoping it was taken as no offense to the man. Fleur's wonder for the place had not dimmed, and she did not want to be forced to leave so early due to speaking out of turn.

Fleur noticed Calypso's demeanor change, her body tensing. The girl reached out to rest a gentle hand on her arm, looking up to meet her gaze.

"Thank you." Fleur smiled, gently. She was trying to show her appreciation for the woman's protection, back with the crowd. Fleur had indeed noticed it, and although it was the woman's job, she still felt the need to show her gratitude.
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah
Tonate Proper

Patience. It was a trait Cecilia didn't carry in her genes and was something that quite often got her in a lot of trouble. Her chin was raised whilst she looked towards the one of the hatches that separated the tunnels from the land above, both of her hands planted against the cool steel rod connecting to a ladder she was to climb. The shifter was waiting for the perfect moment to begin her ascent toward the streets, when there were no footsteps or mutterings from both the islanders and mainlanders as they passed by. She didn't know where she was to be exact, having lost her way many times whilst being too stubborn to reach out to one of the poppies she could smell near. The shifter knew she was being watched constantly and it came as no surprise considering she had made multiple attempts on their King's life. 

Noticing the momentary silence, the shifter began her way up the ladder before pulling the latch connected from its hold so she could push the door open. Her hand immediately rose to shield her eyes as they squinted from the brightness that poured into her vision, having grown accustomed to the darkness the tunnels provided. She didn't waste time in climbing herself to the surface before releasing the hatch to once again seal the tunnel.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, Cecilia began putting distance between the entrance she rose from and herself to avoid drawing attention. Observing her surroundings, the shifter noticed the rare luck was by her side and had placed her in one of the least populated areas of the city which neared closer to the farms. Or perhaps it was the poppies who had discreetly guided the shifter to one of the safer exits without her knowledge. She wouldn't put it past them. Unsure what to do now that the bowels of tonate no longer suffocated her, Cecilia decided to enjoy her small moment of freedom before she was forced back into hiding. As she began her journey towards the tournament she had caught whispers about, the shifter spotted a peculiar male with a reptile that acted as an accessory over his shoulders and raised her brows in interest before changing her direction towards him. 

"Is it dead?" She questioned with a raised voice from behind him.
John
Puck
Tonate Proper

Puck was getting a headache. The southern isles were nice for most, but that suffocating dampness and decay of Melsoh was what this boy was used to. This fresh island air and lovely warmth were... Unsavory in his book. 

Especially with his illness acting up recently, he was feeling worse than usual, and he walked slowly, watching his feet move one step at a time in front of him. His eyes felt glazed, his body felt like a knot that had been wet down and dried up again... He hardly even heard a woman's voice call out.

His head raised, and he looked around, finding her a few feet from him. *Is it dead? Is what dead? The fuck is she on about-*

"Oh." He glanced down at the snake. "No. It's alive." He moved up a finger to push up the snake's head to face her, and the snake slowly moved across his hand. The snake was, in fact, alive. He dropped his hand, and the snake slowly lowered itself to comfortably be folded around his shirt again, its head resting in the shadow of his collarbone.

Puck was now unsure of what to do, now. He took a step backward, beginning to turn around. *Fucking weird people in the isles...* "Ahem... Bye."
Felicia
**Cyprien de Lysse**
**Main entrance of the Maith Mansion**

The journey to the king's castle was not as colorful and vivid as the one that had followed the groups' first arrival. A ring of men bearing the turquoise banners surrounded Cyprien's retinue all the way to the Maith Mansion, perhaps seeking to intimidate the bombastic nobleman into manners, or simply to stop him from causing more chaos after his earlier declaration of bravado.

The trip was made in utter silence, with the captain throwing murderous gazes from the corner of his eye every time someone whispered or cleared their throat. When the cortege of House de Lysse finally made it to the mansion's entrance, they simply turned their backs and dissapeared back into the streets, unwilling to spend a single second more with the mainlanders.

"Well," Said Cyprien. "We're finally here."

He was about to announce his arrival, when he suddenly remembered the earlier debacle. It was better to give that job to someone else.

"Sthendal," He told his captain. "Notify the Pira... Notify the King that his guest are here."
Tom
Calypso Kolgrim 
Hangman's Harbor/ Main entrance to the Maith Mansion

Calypso's eyes glanced over to the lady, feeling her smaller hand on her arm, her soft voice reaching her ear. But despite the kind and gentle aura of the little girl, nothing could shoot Calypso's nerves at the moment. She wasn't sure what Fleur was thanking her for, but still, she gave her a small nod "It's my duty my lady. No need to thank me." Her voice dry and maybe a little cold, her body still tense as they took off towards the castle. Calypso had absolutely nothing against Fleur. Actually, she found the little lady the more enjoyable member of the family to this moment.

But the attitude of Lord De Lysse put her in a terrible mood. Men like this infuriated her. Just because they had titles and land, they acted like everyone was beneath them, not even trying to put on a smile to save troubles for everyone. While she had spent years of her life learning when, how, and of what she was allowed to talk about to not raise any unwanted attention.

Fleur was gentle, Selene was undoubtedly smart, almost to a scary degree, Bastien was... Somewhat decent.

Was it possible that all the inbreeding went to obfuscate the mind of the Head of the Family?

That's was what she wondered as the nobleman almost committed the same error for the second time. She looked at Fleur for a moment forcing her lips into a kind smile "At least we have you to save the situation." Whispered her alluding at the great skills of diplomacy that the girl had previously demonstrated with the Captain.