The passage through the Veil made no effects on the creatures of Arcadia; often it was whispered that the only creatures who would be affected were the ones with souls... but the jury was still out on whether or not the Fey-realm inhabitants did nor not in fact, have souls. As they stepped through to the other side of the portal, the barren landscape that greeted them evoked a sensation of dread in even the new Queen. She huffed a little, her cheeks puffing out a little at the lack of greenery, and the dead shrubs beside the angled platform that led down from the portal itself. Her fingers brushed over a dead bush and one of the twigs snapped off in her fingers. "No matter." It saddened most Fey creatures that their lush, verdant realm had become so thoroughly barren of life and light since the Sundering that turned the sky a scarlet red with always present, swirling black clouds, snuffing out the sunlight.<br/><br/>Elara turned her gaze on the Princeling, her prize for giving up the amount of land they had gained, with heavy costs on her own kind. "Depressing, isn't it, Cyne?" She replied, dropping all titles and amendments to his name, crossing her arms over her ample bosom, the leather armor creaking a little as the tension on her shoulders increased with the movement. "Let's be frank, about this... you're not happy about being given as a peace treaty... I'm not happy about losing what I've conquered. But I suppose we shall have to make the best of things... after all, your soldiers did decapitate that annoying Ava for me."