The story of dragons' desperation and the fall of magic that lead to the Sundering of her world always saddened Elara a bit but she lifted her eyebrows in surprise at Cyne when he made an apology for what had happened to her realm. She had nearly forgotten where she was, as lost as she had been in the re-telling of that particular tale of her realm. Her shoulders shrugged a little as she stretched upward, lifting her hands over her head and crossed them a little. "Crimes have been committed on both sides, Cyne. You do not need to continue apologizing, but I too feel regret for the actions of the past that have caused the wars of today... but that is why you are here, is it not? To bring peace for your realm?"<br/><br/>The vampire queen's arms dropped to her sides as she turned from the dragon skeleton, looking around at the carved images above the niche that held the flaming oil all around the room. The images were reminiscent of the story, dragons shifting into a human form, shaking the hand of other humans, holding wrapped children carved with a star somewhere on them to represent the gift of magic, she supposed. "We simply must find another way to survive I suppose... many have attempted to undo the Sundering's damage, even going so far as to 'encourage' mage and vampire couplings... at least that's how some of my kind call it. They hope to create another Caldwyn, but younger, stronger, and under someone else's control." She shook her head a little in disappointment, her messy dark braid swinging a little.<br/><br/>The violence and destruction of their realms' mutual histories did not phase the vampire in the slightest; she had been raised in such a realm where absolute complete cruelty was expected and necessary to survive. "But, I am hopeful that with your cooperation, most of the vindictive vampires that I rule over, will see that we have some other options, now that Ava is dead and someone a little less unreasonable is in control." She gave Cyne a half smirk and tapped the center of her own chest with an oval-shaped fingernail. "So, now that you know most of the story, do you still think of me as a vicious blood-sucking fiend?" Her blue eyes flicked with mild amusement and actual curiosity of her captive; he was intelligent and his responsive nature made her wonder what kind of potential he could offer to convincing her court.