<div style="text-align: center">The ride to Kythonia left Myryrra both sore and numb. She had been seated in a carriage alone for a total of four nights, and the journey seemed never ending. Every glance out the window left her more disappointed than the last as they traversed through a barren, rocky, mountain area. Just up ahead, though, Myryrra could see a glorious waterfall spilling over the mountain and into an unseen lake. The raven-haired elf blinked in wonder, and a subtle smile found her lips as the carriage turned towards an incline leading up the rest of the mountain. The golden carriage rocked as the wheels rolled over pebbles and over deep cracks in the ground, but Myryrra didn't seem to mind, or fear the shift in terrain. She pressed her back against the seat, then returned to the small Elvish-to-English scroll she'd been studying for the past eight months or so as a refresher.<br/>
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As they traveled deeper into Kythonia, Myryrra could hear the guardsmen complaining of the hideousness of the place. Her kind was used to being surrounded by beauty and Loriondri was the most beautiful place to her. The only thing more pleasing to the eye were the elves that lived there. Now, she was forsaken to this place, with no friends or family to call her own. As annoying as her guards had been through out her life, she would miss seeing the familiar faces everyday who'd sworn to protect her life with their own.<br/>
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The carriage rolled to a stop shortly after the clobbering of hoofs slowed on its path. Myryrra shifted to look out the window, but the door was already opening and a hand was extended to help her out. Aris, the general of Loriondri's fleeting military forces was there to accompany her in case anything horrible were to happen along the way. He couldn't do much with only three others there to guard the carriage, but he was always respectful.<br/>
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"Thank you, Aris." Myryrra added, as she accepted his hand and swiftly stepped out of the carriage without missing a beat. Though she moved with confidence, she was tired and exhausted. A little nervous, even, to be meeting her soon to be husband for the very first time. They had met once before, but not technically. Somehow, she'd been picked out of a room full of hopeful women, all interesting in their own right and from varying degrees of nobility. However, she found little comfort in that fact. The mysterious suitor had kept to the shadows during their meeting. His face and much of his body was obscured by a hood, and he never spoke a word to her. Myryrra wondered if he had even seen her at all, but more importantly, if he was even truly interested. She supposed the less invested the better, but knew that couldn't possibly benefit Loriondri.<br/>
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Aris lead the group in carrying Myryrra's belonging up the winding staircase, and she assisted by carrying a suitcase as well. Trailing behind her was a sightless, pearl colored animal resembling a slug. It moved silently, and was around twenty pounds. It had no other redeeming qualities besides being sort of cute and a companion to Myryrra, though occasionally glowed when threatened. She'd left him in Loriondri during her first visit, but had no intention of doing so a second time.<br/>
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The wide double doors leading into the castle opened up instinctively, as if they had been waiting only for Myryrra's arrival. Myryrra cleared her throat quietly before stepping into the slightly familiar foyer, where two servants grabbed her things. Quee, the slug, moved past the doorway and several guards appeared seemingly out of nowhere and brandished dangerous looking spears. One looked like it was going to stab Quee with it, but instead of doing so, stabbed the floor in front of the spineless creature to halt it's movement.<br/>
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"Wh-why! What on Earth are you doing to Quee?" Myryrra asked, her English heavily accented, but clear. The princess dropped her suitcase and immediately went to the animal's side. She was protective of Quee, and technically, Quee had to leave with her or risk being thrown out too. "He's just a baby. You can't scare him like that, <i>fool.</i>" The last word was muttered completely in her native tongue, but the guard could only guess what she had said.<br/>
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"Princess, please..." Aris said, giving a paternal look to the shorter elf woman. "If Quee is not welcome here, then perhaps I will take him back home and care for him for you. My final parting gift to you."<br/>
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